Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1871-09-29

Lucy Wendal !! Who is she J!
"She is pretty little Dutch girl who
lived opposite to me in that bit of dwell
ing that looks like crack or a seam be-
tween the two houses on each side of it.
She lived with her grandparents, natives
of this city, and once proprietors of many
a lot within it; but they had been out
bargained and out-witted till they were
reduced to this little tenement, some
twenty feet by fifteen. Their only sur
viving descendant was my little friend
Lucy, a pretty, fair headed, blue-eyed
girl, Of most modest, quiet, engaging
demeanor. For many months after we
moved to---street, knew nothing of
the family; but from such obse rvations
as could take, neatness was the ruling
passion of the household. Their only
servant used to scrub the house weekly
from garret to cellar-their only carpet
was shaken every Saturday, the steps
were secured daily, and | never in my
life saw the old woman without dust
ing cloth in her hand.
Lucy had no visitors, no companions,
and the only indulgence of the old people,
which was sitting on the stoop every
pleasant afternoon, according to the an
cient Dutch custom, she never partook.
She never wento out excepting on Sunday
to church and then she reminded me of
one of those bright pretty flowers that
hang on the grabbed bare stem of the
cactus. / pitied her, her stream of life
passing away so drearily. My pity was
misapplied d-and / felt it to be so when
looked into her serene and sweet counte-
nance, and saw there the impress of that
happiness which certainly flows from du-
ties religiously performed. 1t is a great
matter, Grace, to have your desires
bounded within your station-to be salts
| fed with the quiet, unnoticed perform
auce of the duties Providence has allotted
to you-and not to waste your efforts of
strength in seeking to obtain pleasures
beyond your sphere. At last there came
to this obscure family what comes to all
death and its changes. The old man
and bis wife died within few days of
each other, of the influenza that then
ragged in the city. The hope of serving
the pretty orphan induced me to go to
the house. She received me gratefully
and as an old friend-for though we had
never exchanged word, there had been
an interchange of kind looks aud friendly
nods-those little humanities that bind
even strangers together. On inquiry in
to her affairs, found that she was almost
left penniless, but that discreet and
kind female friend had procured place
for her in Ross glove factory. Lucy
was skilled in the art and craft Of the
needle. Ross, it seems is very thriving
trader; and on the warm recommended
ton of Lucy's friend, he had promised to
board her in his family, and allow her
sufficient compensation for her labor.
In few days she removed to her new
home. 1t is now fifteen months since
she left our street She came once to tell
me she was perfectly satisfied with her
place, and since then have heard moth
| ing of her. My story has almost brought
me to the shop: John Ross, glove man
ufacturer." This must be the place
Stop one moment Garce, and look thro
the window that man no doubt is Ross
himself. What fine head You might
know such man would succeed in the
world, let his lot be cast where it would.
He would have been general, a safe
statesman-but here be is, an honest,
thriving glover, and that perhaps is just
as well-nothing truer than the trite old
couplet:
Honor and shame from no condition rise.
Act well your part, there all the honor lies
"The old man looks as though he
might be little tyrannical, though Heav-
en- grant that poor Lucy may not have
suffered from that trait in his physiogno-
N.Y."
"The only customer is coming out
Now we have clear field, let us 60 in. "
"Mr. Ross, | believe"
"The same, ma'am."
81 called, Mr.. Ross, to inquire about
a young woman who came to live with
you last Christmas" j"
81 have had great many young wo-
men living with me, ma'am."
The old mans humor required me to
be explicit "Her name, Mr.. Ross, was
Lucy Wendal."
"Ah, Lucy Wendal did come into the
| factory about that time"
There was an expression in Ross face
at the mention OF her name that did
not clearly comprehend. 1t might be-
tide evil tf Lucy: 81 merely wished to
know, Mr.. Ross, whether Lucy had given
satisfaction and whether she still re-
mains with you?"
"Wera vou friend of Jucv WendaI