The Van Buren press., 1871-09-19

ing more old maidish s,AarH day you
live! wonder what y4ns next idios.
yncrasy will be ?" .s~.
81 wonder what it on be mamma ~
And Miss Belle Lindsay}aughingly look
ed up from the low fahteuil on which
she was reclining, to take part in the ar
raignment Of her sister,.
"Was ever mother so vexed as
am ?" continued Mrs. Lindsay, frowning
on the object Of her displeasure, who
was standing meekly before her, with
folded hands and eyes gifused with tears
"Here you are Fanny Mndsay, daughter
Of rich and honorable house, running
all around the city &mong the lower
classes, seeking out yoE charitable oh
jects, as you call thcut. which 'objects
are generally old won3n, and ragmuflin
children, whom you bling here regard
less OF our feelings as vel as our iespsc-
tauility, expecting we shAll feed and clothe
them. There is not a. tramp in Boston
who does not come hats at some time or
other to be fed and panpered. ! tell you,
Fanny, tits simply Outrageous"
But, mamma, d9yhey ever trouble
you" M
mo, thank goodnees, can't say that
they do; but then tM idea-how very
plebian and vulgar; bW In my veins there
Is no plebian bloods5and cannot"
And Mrs. Lindsay rxised her cigarette
to her nostris, as if there was something
communicating in the very name of pie
bian.'
Fanny is just ilApnpa," said Miss
Belle with contempsyJous shrug. He
would sooner dine vltha poor man any
day, than the Lord Mayor of Boston,"
Whereat Fanny laiiehed The idea Of
lord mayor in this tepublican land was
very rich, and she a al5rsciated it.
"What are you lauXhing at Z" demand
ed Bell, who knew tfWas some mistake
| Of hers. Nhs
81 was only thinlt1t I should like to
see the lord mayor Oh Belle, fear
your education has been quite neglec-
ted"
at has not been neglected so that /
am only in my element among the beg
gars and trampsw was Bells spitcful ro
joinder.
Fanny, you are very rude" said her
mother, with severity "Bell's nerves
are very DELEGATE, and ought not to be
Jared the very least DR.. Wallace says
So"
Fanny smiled. She knew the doctors
private opinion on the subject, but as it
was given sub rosa, she did not then re-
peat it. l go
Making her escape from the room, she
FASTENED to the kitchen, whore she found
small basket of delcacies prepared by
the cook, another her sympathizers,
and taken this upon her arm, she left the
house by the rear door taking care that
none Of her relatives should see her. A
short but rapid walk brought he to the
door Of dreary looking tenement house,
and entering, she passed up the narrow
staircase, dismal and unsafe, and raped
gently upon the door Of one Of the
rooms.
Come in," a. feeble veice responded.
"Why, Mrs. Gait" said Fanny, as
she obeycd the invitation, you are all
alonc!'
"Yes, dear Miss Fanny" replied the
invalid, for such she was, sadly, :" ! am
alone, and am compelled to remain alone
the greater part Of tho time. johnny
must go out TO sell his papers, or we
could not live, and have no one else
But after ALL" she added Frightening up,
i get along quite well. / have my Ri.
BILE always"
"But il you should happen to be taken
with violent ct Of coughing" exclaim.
ed Fanny, sorrowfully, gazing upon the
wasted sheek, on which consump ption 8
poetical seal was plainly visible.
"God will take care of me-" said Mrs.
Gait, looking up rsversntly. .., FIX.
Fanny's tears we're flowing, but she
took her basket and spread its delicaces
before the good woman, whose eyes
were also full, as she found voice to mur-
muir: ...|lt
"God will surely remember you, dear
friend, for your kindness to me. pray
that he will bless you for ever" @
And Fanny, not in the least aristo-
cratic, stopped over the bed and kissed
"Where have you been, Fanny ?" ask
ed Belle, as Fanny reappeared in the par
lora couple OF hours later. a.e
Fanny did not preceive the tall gentle.
man who stood cOnversing with her in
the curtained recess Of the deep bay win.
dow, and she replied unhesitatingly:
- have been to see poor Mrs. Gait,
who is dying slowly Of consumption. l
carried hera few trIling comforts, for
she has not long to live.
Belle crimsoned with vexation. The
gentleman started violently, and stepped
from behind the curtain.
"My sister, Mr.. Hosmer," said Belle.
'Who did you say you had visited?"
"A Mrs, Galt," replied Belle, nippant'
ly, "sick and poverty stricken protege
OF hers We don't encourage her in such
vulgarity, however"
81 SPOKE to your sister, Miss Bell"
said Mr.. Hosmer with such emphasis
that the rebuke was keenly felt Il yr
miss Fanny will you pleas inform
me what her Christian name Isl" he ad.