Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-02-12
DIsIEHERIrED DAUGHTER.

u"I will never zoe her nor her chill
10 long ~ I live |"
When Simeon Taylor spoke these
words in this tone, his meek daugh-
erin-law knew that all remOnstrance
was In vain so she went back toner
husband, In his own room, with
troubled eyes, and with q wistful,
startled look.
at Is no use, James-he Is more
inveterate than ever. Poor, Joyous
little Gracei And he used to be so
found of her, too And James, what
Is worse, he has forbidden us to see, or
help her, at the peril of his bitterest
curse ~ -...... ,..-...t..-~ .
James Taylor shuddered. He was
q sickly invalid, and he knew well
that his stern old fathers disfavor
signlfied ruin to himself and starva-
ton to his three children. Not at
such cost ~ that did he dare to
plead his sisters cause!
"Poor Grace! I" he echoed, softly,
remembering > vision OF golden
haired, light footed little creature,
with . complexion like the sweet,
pea, and rosy mouth dimpling over
with song and smiles.
Could he have but seen Grace Bar.
ton at that moment o. she actually
was, his kind heart would hNve nched
with Q yet sharper pain. The blind
ing January sunshine STRAINED In
through the Curtainless windows 0l
the dismal attic room In which she
lay that sick widow, with her two
children beside heroine o womanly
little creature Of eleven years, the
other . rosy boy Of four. The golden
hair was all cut away from the small
well-shapped head-the sweet pes
bloom had long since faded into dull
settled pallor, and the rose lips wers
white and pinched. Grace cartons
oldest friend would scarcely have
known her now.
Give me another spoonful Of tn,
medicine, deAr," she said, Ia . husky
voice, to her daughter.
at Is all gone, mama"
"Then q little Of the wine and VA
ter"
"You took the last Of It this NOR
ming, mama" ~. iut
Grace sighed, but said no more.
forth the little boy on the door.
"Grace, ] sO0st't be stilli ] ha'
nothing but half alice Of bread Tor NJ,
breakfast, and I'm 70 hungry ~
Meercifnl Heaven 70 grosned poo
Grace Barton, what IL 10 become o
I" Mother" said little Grace ear
nestly, Awe thought Of . way :
earn money. Does your head ach
too hard TO listen 10 me ~
"No, darling 20 on.n.
swell, you know Mrs. Ryan tha
makes coats down stairs she has
daughter who h at service, and earn
seven dollars q MONTH Only thin
of II, mothsr-seven whole dollars !!
my dear" sighed Mrs. Bartor
how can this possibly concern US.
Why mother, ! might 90 out.
service tool ...1 ~ ...3 ~
a You, my child--a slender littl
. thing like you ~ ,,.g
ayes, but mother, we must hay
money somehow, and have cold I'll
!. rocking chair and the crockery v
!; set and the rug, and everything thu
we can live without. And u woul
. not be hard work, mother; ] coul
take care of little children and wa
dishes, and sweep. Please, nothc
Ilet mel" ~
/. Mrs. Barton burst into tears.
"Oh, II your father had but lived
!, Grace threw her arms around u
shrunken neck that had once boom
lround and beautiful. etet
"Don't cry, mother, I'll cal
money for you, and Charley sha
have somethiug 70 eat. Pc ll.h
So Grace went out with the 20
, silver teaspoon, In which abs h,
given her mother medicine, and y,
!. Il to buy food to keep sole and bod
together. - +
Il We never shall know how mu,
the poor sufier-for the truly poor a
, those, God help them, who new
lcomplain.
Please, Mrs. Ryan, want 70
a servant, like your Bridget-wh
e must do hrst ?'' Ir,hI.
Well" said stout Mrs. Rya
I. " you'd be better Of you was bigg'
. for that same, honey.h
"But you know l shall grew eve
day, Mrs Ryan,"
AYES, sure. Well In the meantin
honey, you'd best 60 10 an intellige
lgence olflce."
And where Is THAR" .fiftI
~ Down In Starkey street, -whs
i. me daughter Biddy whit, and p
= lem fifty cents, and Its them that
:. get plaoe for yees.n
Grae..is ooDt,tenanca fall
:, oil the world, Mrs. Ryan"
= "weli. then. III lend II 10 you. .