The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-12-07

that his face was very pale, ana wore
only too plainly the marks of care and
sorrow. She watched him rs he adj
vanced, her face revealing the sudden
sympathy which his appearance had
inspired in her heart.
Reaching the house directly opposite,
the young man let his barrow rest upon
the walk, and opened the gate; then,
moving forward with his load, he es
sayed to enter, but the gate swung to,
barring his progress. Again he tried,
and with The same result. Wiping
the perspiration fromhis brow, he look
ed about for something with which to
hold the gate in position, and at that
moment slight girlish figure swept by
him, and a sweet voice said; 81 will
hold it while you come in"
Surprised, and not little embarass-
ed, he regarded her for moment in
silence; then, while gratitude shone
from his dark eyes, he replied
You are very kind, miss; / thank
you"
And he wheeled his burden into the
yard, glancing almost reverently at his
gentle assistant.
My mother thinks you have not
been long in our village said Emily
shyly.
"No, only three days. I'm stran-
ger, you see, and / don't get much
work, but shall, by and by, think, ;"
and faint smile passed over his fea-
lures.
Papa has lots of work to be done ,
he might give you some, if he only
knew your name" continued the maid
en- sagaciously.
'fThank you. My name is Thomas
Wilson, snd-and / live on the flats -
He spoke hesitatingly, and Dlushed as
he mentioned the name of the poorest
locality in town. Presently he looked
up, but his companion was gone, and
was now sitting on the piazza again, as
quietly as if she had not moved at ALL
"Tht name drove her Off" unused
Thomas, as he went on with his lead
"Well, / don't wonder It is a low
place. But she was kind there are
mighty few girls would do what she
did"
That evening, while Emily and her
father we're conversing,- she trying to
find out if he knew anything of the
Wilson family, and he wondering what
the darling little witch was driving
at, the neighbor across the way
came II, and shortly referred to the in
Cident of the afternoon, and added:
" TWAS good in you, Emily, very
good but they are rather low people
these Wilson's. They lived in plymouth
| before they came here; in fact the old
man died there. He was hard one,
it is said, and drank himself to death.
don't know, but | shouldn't wonder
if the boy took after him, for he won't
work steady. / hired him the first
day he came here, and he was off III the
afternoon i; aud the next morning he
| looked pale, his eyes were red. [ real
| Iy don't believe he is of much account. "
| Emily, who was very far from sharing
! the callers suspicious, was about to
say that other things than drink caus-
ed pallor of the features and redness
of the eyes, but, thinking that time
used III argument Is generally thrown
away, she held her peace, and resolved
to ascertain the facts for herself.
Slipping quietly out of the room, she
assumed her habit, and then ordered
her pony saddled. As it was nothing
unusual for her to ride on moonlight
nights, neither of her parents asked q
question, and she galIoped away on her
| -.eiee,io.,, ,.-ryl1etprhod. fso.,eI1ins the
flats, "a place she had often visited
upon errands of mercy,-she dismoun-
ted and inquired in what house Mr..
Wilson lived. The woman directed her
with an Ominous shake of her head,
and Emily, reflected upon the force OF
prejudice among all classes, pursued
her way on foot, leading the pony 10y
the bride
The smallest, oldest, and dirtiest Of al
the habitations on the flats was the one
which had been..pointed out to her
Hitching the pony to staple in the
window sill, for there was no other
place, not tree or shrub growing in
the ciLity,-Emily knocked upon the
door and awaited with peculiar feelings
the answer. It soon came in the per-
son of Thomas, who, for a moment, was
rendered speechless by surprise then,
IN voice which revealed both pain and
modification, he said:
Will you come in? You will find
it wretched place, but we can't help
1T just now"
Emily made no reply, but followed
him into the house. in the first room
were table, three chairs, an old cook
ing stove, and an old-fashioned wash
stand. In one of the chairs curled up
asleep, was a little girl of about five
summers, her long, black hair falling
over thin, pale face, on which tear
stains we're yet visible. Thomas saw
Emily glance at the child, and he sim
ply said: My sister," But there
was anguish in every accent. "My
mother is IN the next room. Would
you like to see herr" he added, pres
emily. The MAIDEN inclined her head,
and followed him into the chamber,
where, upon low cot bed, lay a wo-
man evidently in the the last stages Of
consumption. Her skin was nearly
transparent, and her eyes large and
black, gave to her countenance bril-
liancy, weird, almost frightful. As
Emily entered the invalid glanced upon
her inquiringly, and said:
Curiosity IS sometimes cruelty.
Why did you come? F."
g With the hope OF being met as
friend, answered Emily, with gentle
reproof,- at the same time placing her
hand on the sufferers brow
"Forgive me, but there is so much
GOODNESS in this world, SO little love-
Oh | rememberno now, you are the young
lady who helped Tom this afternoon.
Poor Tom he is nearly worn out.
He tries to work outside, and take care
~ lie L. 4. ~ L
all, SO he has let outside work go some
times. ard then [ EnnnnSn his ON