The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-06-26
LOOKING OUT OF THE wINDo1v.


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LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW.
BY o,IE WHO DOES IT.
"Come, Kate, cried my pretty cousin,
Lace Tangle, who had just come up from
the country, "come, let us look out of
the window, and see the people go by.
You know I haven't been to the city in
ages. and don't know soul; so you must
tell me who goes there, as the nursery
rhyme says"
"Agreed," answered, taking my seat
oa the arm of IL sofa, and leaning my
elbow on the window-sill, to enable me
to scan the crowd passing below. Lace
also bent forward until her laughing blue
eyes were directly over the unconscious
promenaders.
"Who is that, Kate?" as stylish
young lady tripped daintily by. You
could hear the regular tap, tap, of the
little high heels on the pavement, until
the gossamer founces turned the corner.
"Why, Lace, you haven't forgotten
her?"
.'.'No. I think have not forgotten her, {"
replied Lace, with great gravity, for is it
not metaphysical impossibility, to for
get what we never knew? That young
lady's face is as strange to me as would
be that of the Queen of the Cannibal
Islands, if her Majesty were to deign to
show it on the promenade"
"Forgetful child! Do you not remem-
ber old Stubs, who kept the toy-shop
round the corner, and his daughter Tet-
ty, who waited in it?"
Certainly I do" she replied; "but
surely that elegant young lady is not
Tetty."
sif you will look out of the window
for an hour you will see people who are
more changed than Tetty. Some have
come out Of the chrysalis into the gayest
Of butterflies; and some, God help them,
have gone down into darkness that
may truly be felt"
"Ten me about her, Kate. How did
it come about?"
"Poor unsophisticated, provincial, lit
tie Lace! as if there could be but one
way, in these times"
''And what is that, Kate?"
s'Her father went over to the domi-
nant party. The people who attend to
such things, made ON Office for him, and
whereas, in former times, he could but
just get the tips of his fingers into the
pockets of those who affected wooden
horses, tin soldiers, and the like, now he
dips his whole hand, land large one it
is,) into the peoples purse"
''Poor people!" said Lace, show can
they have anything left, when 80 many
rogues have access to their pockets? But
who is that?" directing my attention to
one who, notwithstanding her faded face
and faded dress, was Enthusiastically lady.
sPoor, dear old creature! she will be run
over" as the aged, tottering feet essayed
to cross the crowded thoroughfare.
"She is one whom neither I, nor for
tune knows" answered, looking sadly
after the helpless old woman, as jostled
hither and thither, she made her uncer-
tain way among the throng.
just then handsome bret rolled by.
Lounging on the back seat, clad in silks
and laces, and crowned with the most
beautiful flowers that mortal hands could
new regime. Goal black, with wonder
broad, good-humored face, she sat and
looked serenely over the hurrying mass.
''EurekaW exclaimed, IT know who
the old lady is now. That negro woman's
face brings it all back. Don't you re-
member when we were children, Lace,
how we used to go to General Living
stones, to play with his little daughter
Mag? Don't you remember the elegant
Mrs. Livingstone doing the honors of
her princely house? and Molly, the black
girl, who played with US? Now place
the persons whom We have just noticed,
and tell me their names"
"You are correct, Kate" said Lace,
''I remember them perfectly; that poor,
poor old lady, is Mrs. Livingtone, and
Notwithstanding all her fnery, that CO.
lored belle ia Molly"
We looked out thoughtfully for long
time, neither speaking; at last Lace said:
"In reading the Bible, does it ever
strike you, how many passages are appli-