The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1871-03-08

given ucT IuOIHcT Iueulclne, aQQ Sol
it to buy food to keep soul and bod
together.
We shall never know how much tn
poor su6er-for truly poo- are those
God help them, who never com.
plain. .- L.a. -. g.
please, Mrs. Ryan, / want to be
servant, like your Bridget what mus
/ do first p
well, said stout Mrs. Ryan, syou't
be better if you were bigger, for tha
same honey
But You know I shall grow ever,
day, Mrs Ryan ~
Yes. sure. Well, in the meantime
honey, you'd best go to an intelligence
office
'And where is that 2
Down in Starkey street, where me
daughter Biddy wint, and pay 'em fif
ty cints, and it's they'll get a place fol
yees.'
Gracie's countenaDce fell.
But I have not fifty cents left in
all the world, Mrs. Ryan
We'll, then, I'll lend it to you, and
you can pay me when you get your
first wages
So Grace Barton braided up her
long yellow hair. and put on her neat
est dress and last mended apron, and
meekly took her place in the cIamor-
ous ranks at the Intelligence Office.
How old are your asked the clerk,
looking doubttully at the slender,
graceful little form. Eleven sir
And what do you intend to dor
Please, sir, 1 should like to tend
little children, or wash dishes Or g
Go and sit down; I'll see what
can do for you. Not there, with all
those dirty girls-take the chair in the
corner H-
For even the uncultivated clerk saw
at a glance that Grace was to the SLOW
emily servant girls in waiting, like a
rose among coarse weeds-a graceful
bird of paradise among riotous barn
yard fowls.
Take n chair, sir-fine morning,
said the proprietor Of the intelligence
Office, obsequiously, as the silver-hair
ed old man in lustrous broadcloth and
diamond scarf pin came slowly in
leaning upon a stick. What can I do
for you this morningT
L want some one to take care of my
sons children said old Simeon Tay-
lor, shortly. Have you such person
here p
well, really, sir, am afraid-but
now think OF lido you mind her
being small ?
No, not if she is kind and care
full
Then / think we csn suit you ex-
actly, sir. Jonathan, send in that lit
tie girl that tends children
And Grace, with burning cheeks
and throbbing heart, was ushered into
the presence of the stern old man. A
slender, pretty child with golden hair,
and big blue eyes-what was there in
her face that made old Siineon's cheek
blanch?
You are very young TO tend child
rem said he.
Il am eleven, SIR said Grace, and
1 must earn something for us to live.
Mamma is very sick, and my little
brother cannot starve.
a. What made Simeon Taylor think of
the spacious library in his handsome
house with his early disenherited
daughter standing before him rs she
had often stood Were the wheels
of time indeed revolving backward?
What is your name y
Grace Barton
Grace Barton = repeated the old
man. Now / understand it ALL
He sat silent moment-pride, will,
stern arrogance all contendipg
against the soft, pleading light in
Grace: blue eyes. But the blue eyes
won.
Grace he said. rising, will you
kiss your old grandfather
My grandfather does not love u.s.
said Grace innocently.
He does love you-he will love
you,' said the old man. Take me to
your mother, Grace
And, beside poor Mrs Barton's dy-
ing pillow Simet n Taylor's will and
pride were humbled to the dust.
Il shall need but little more in this
world said the sick woman, with her
arms round her fathers neck. You
will take care Of the children. won't
you p
Il will love them with better love
than vouchsafed to my own, groaned
The old man. Oh, Grace, have you
been restored to me only to be taken
lway once more p
$50 Grace Barton died, with her head
,n her fathers breast. +,