The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-09-29
ia, and she wept and moaned as II he

her life, and it seemed rs If it would
quite overwhelm her. What should
she do? 10 marry Clinton Ashton
was out of the question. And to re-
main longer with her grandmother was
inconsistent with her proud, indcpend-
ent spirit. She had not to her knowl'
edge another relative living in the
whole wide world. She must rely up
on her own resources. But what could
she do? Teach, sew, anything, rather
than longer eat the bitter bread Of de-
pendence, or receive charity from I'M
willing hands. She noted not that
Mrs. Lee had ordered her carriage and
started on her usual round of morning
visits. She sat as if in trance. until
startled from her dream of misery by
the postman's knock. She picked up
the morning paper and glanced dream
lily over its advertis when her
eye CHANGED to light on one that caused
her to start and read again:
"WANTED.-A young lady to do
plain or fancy sewing, who will also be a
fit companion for ayoung lady. Apply
at this office"
Impulsive by nature, as well as reso-
lutte in any determination, she at once
resolved to apply for this situation.
She did so, and obtained it with the re-
quest that she should go Immediately.
She packed her trunk with some of her
plainest articles of dress, and labeled it.,
Miss Lille Benton, P Station
For not knowing her employers, she
did not wish them to recognize in their
humble seamstless the accomplished
Mamie Lee and supposed heiress.
She then addressed the following note
to Mrs. Lee:
"My Dear Grandmother Finding
it impossible to remain here any longer
after what passed between us this
morning, have resolved to leave the
home which has until to-day proved so
pleasant to me. and struggle in the
broad arena Of life for a competence.
For all your past kindess receive the
heartfelt thanks of MAMIE LEE
Leaving it folded on the table, she
rung the bell, ordered her trunk to the
station, ana was soon whirling on her
way to p.
Again we see Mamie Lee as Lille
Benton seated in the magnificent parlor
of David Whites stately mansion.
How different were her feelings now
from her feelings o month ago, when
she had returned from school to Mrs,
Lees mansion of wealth so light
hearted and gay. But Nannie's Tor
Lille, as we must now call her. dispo-
sition was not such that she should al
ways be gloomy and miserable.
Though ray of sadness had crept into
her heart, it had only made her the
more loyely; and she was cheerful,
nay, even happy in her new home.
For she had wound herself so closely
around the hearts of her new friends,
that they now considered her more in
the light OF daughter or sister than
as seamstress. So she sat with piece
of delicate embroidery and chatlct
gaily with Miss Lulu White, who was
practicing some splendid sonatas or
the piano, but who would occasionally
turn round for a pleasant chat wit
Lille. Lulu White was the only chile
of wealthy parents. who were gene
rous and kind to everybody. Lull
herself possessed sweet, loving dis
J position, was kind and gentle in he
manners, and loved Lille as only onc
of her warm impulsive nature coult
: love.
"Do you ever sing, Miss Benton ?
said Lulu, whirling round on the pianC
, stool, almost for the hundredth time
! for pleasant word with Lille.
| Sometimes" said Lille. And he
} soft eyes were in an instant suIfuse'
with tears as she thought of the TIM
, when she fitted like a bird from room
to room in her grandmother's home
warbling her favorite songs,
"Do let me hear you, then! know
f you sing sweetly, you have such
) sweet voice." ..'
: Lille assented, til ough her voice va
! soft and tremulous at first, and almos
, refused to comply as she began plain
t tive Scotch air, one of her favorites
: As she sung her voice seemed to swell
b and rise upward, until Lulu, witt
= breathless awe, looked up and around
It almost expecting to see it assume a
: angels form and fly away to tina
r sphere where only such melodies ar
It heard. When the sweet murmurs @
l. Lilies voice died away, Lulu es
s claimed:
= "Oh, Miss Benton. You have til
d sweetest voice ever heard. 1t seem
>. as if an angel inspired those swe'
n notes which set every chord in my hi
It ing in vibration! Can you play?"