The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-04-20

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Twas del.sHie .il.ls rlaai, ftqainur
vcy @rola. lllufe sine bad bofs'
bcgu liioWel 90 de auv sofs e4l,a
lated 10 tire, oH.y t'at Which Woat
amuso and divert ber. a scB
worthy woman. Wlp had heeu with
tham during thsiF molhera Illness.
sill remained, up to the slime the
new mother eama. Very so1u AFTER
Ale was dismissed BY Nrs pem-
oroke, who declared 1t quite annec.
essary to keep such help. She should
have woman come to wash. The
rest OF the work sine could do with
Mary's help,
This state Of things went on unit
Harry saw Mary growing paler aud
thinner every day, She was with
drawn from school, and made a little
household drudge. One day Harry
came home to find his sister crying
over q large lot Of tins her torment
Ct had commanded her to scour
Her little handsworo red and swoleu.
Harry picked her up iu his arms,
aud carried her up to bis father, aud
| placing her on the sofa, cried out:
/" fatl,er | promised mother to
take care Of her child, and Flu 20,
Ing TO- She is not able to do such
work. Look at her little hauls,
She shall not do it,
Just then Mrs. Pembroke came
in. What to Do the poor man did
not know. His heart acbed for
poor little Mary, but he did not
think it advisable to take any action
adverse to his wife, who turned to
Harry aud said
"Go and put Up those tins you
scattered. If Mary had told inc she
was nor feeling well enough to do
them to,day, she could put them of
until tormorrow or next day But
work won't hurt her, aud aac Ia.
got to come to 1t. I'll not wait on
and clear up after her"
"Why did you send Amy away
then? She did all the work without
calling on Mary. Mary shall never
scour them while I'm about Harry
exclaimed, the tears standing in hi
eyes as he looked toward bis father
q faint hope in his heart that he
Iwould side with him, but not ont
word came. George Pembroke did
not raise his eyes from the paper he
held. Harry, sore-hearted enough,
left the room, and Mary soon after
followed. What was said between
their lathqr and his wife the children
never knew. But for a few days the
httlc girl was not put to any very
severe task.
The calm was, however, only be-
fore the coming storm. George
called his son one morning, and tolc
him that he should expect and de-
mand Of hun TO be more respectful
to his mother.
! "MY mother! My mother is in
heaven, sir. And this woman hates
US |; you know she duea, father. She
does not try to make US love her.
/ AutiIi yol don sicare for poor little
Mary, l will, promised mother,
and will" !" larry aaid, his voice all
most choked by his emotion.
| George Pembroke said no more.
How could he wien bis own heart
was solely troubled? lie left the
room; and Harry, boy though hc
was, and sixteen, too, burst into
tears. Getting a little calmor, he
sought his sister, to fnd ber, with q
pail and scrnb-brush, just going
down the kitchen steps. She looked
SO pale and sick ! He could not
stand it. Selling the brush, he
threw it across the yard, and kicked
the bucket after it. A terrified look
was now in the poor girls eyes as
she whispered:
,"0hg Harry, dear, what have yoa
done? Oh, it will make things
worse for US r'
!" / cant help it. The worst might
as we'll come at once" e '''N
From an upper window Jane
Pembroke had witnessed the scene.
| An hour after, when her husband
returned, white with anger and rage,
she rccohnted II, and said:
conc Of the other must go-that
hoy or I. If 1t was not for him |
could get along with Mary, LEI puts
It in her head to resist my will, and
! I will neither stand her idlencss nor
| his impu1eace.0
! Gle shall CO., George Pembroke
angrily said to hts wife, and to Har-
ry, d little While after.
very well, father; the day may
come when you will regret having
driven your own son Trombone. |
don't care, except for poor little
| Mafy's sake. If | could only take
fher, too! Oh, mother. in heaven,
watch over and save your child. ]
am driven froniiler," fic1said.
! George Peinbfokej whole frame
.gqmEered. lie was not sending his
\ child away inai,ger; only with a
hope ofinaking things betterforall.
4 "Darling sister, try to bear up.
.lTlii work day and night until I make
la home for you. 1t won't be very
Hong, and then we will be happy, 50
happy Y Harry said.
\ "IIarry, ! can't live if yon 80.
'EMy poor heart win surely break.
IfOhl you mnst not leave me. i
won't let YOU. iii put my arms
around you and clasp you 50 tightly
that you cannot get away from mc.''
Il fbn poar child said. hetu nnp har