The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-04-13


poor little motherlcss girl, because
she had genius.
Madame Le Muir had just given
audience to an importunate woman,
whose story of wrctcheduess had
drawn largely upon her symhathies
Indeed, she had had se?eral calls
that morning, none of thom pleas
ant, but she seldom permitted the
poor to leave her enptJ-handed
aud she was wont to say that such
people were better worth studying
than all her books. From their
voices, gestures, their pathos' and
pleading, she learned much.
There was knock on the door OF
her beautiful paror, and Mario, her
tayorite maid, came in.
Another applieant?" asked the
madame.
" Yes, but perhaps 1t il not best
| that madame sees her, though she
| is very different from the rest"
What is she like, MarieW u
Like rose, madame--the dalnti-
est flower Of a country maid" said
the girl, "wth a face so sweet thai
| almost hope you will see her. At
ter those sorrowful ones, think it
would do you good, madame"
" Perhaps it would. Ask her up
| | am rested now.'
Very beautiful was the slight
young creature who entered the par
llor II moment atterward. Her dress
was of pure white, as fresh and del
icate on it could well be. Upon
her head was a pretty hat, edged
with single fall Of lace. A cape
lus simple in its fashion us her face
was pure aud innocent, Tell to her
waist. Smooth, though wcll-worn,
gloves fitted her hands, and she
looked, as the maid had said, ,ssa very
rose for freshness and beauty.
For some moments the great arr
tiste gazed delightcdly upon this
vision OF natural grace-+so pure, 50
refined, SO artless.J se @
What did you wish Of me, my
dearf" w 1855 @ rgt dHm cH
The girl started and trenbled u
little. Her checks were covered with
bushes as she said, lifting her blue
eyes reverently;
saw YOU last night"
Well, and what did you think Of
me 7" asked the woman, smiling.
:" / thought---oh, / thought that to
be 50 gifted and SO great rs you, !
would sacrifice--almost---lifo itself"
"And perhaps honor n
The woman's eyes glittored. Her
voice was very low, and sounded az
Iif it came from between her closed
teeth. "Who are you 7" she asked,
d moment after.
"My name IL Alice Grahame. |
am only d country girl, but | feel
there is that within me which would
raise me to greatness. | can racite
for you if yon wish it. Oh, mad.
anne, you havc influence your posi-
ton is great; your name is written
among the stara-+will you let me
lcome where you are? Will You find
me some humble place where | can
learn to be like your 5a X,
"Likc me--to be like me. Poor
child, are you inad| &
Alice looked at her, startled b,
the hollow ring Of her voice.
II say, are you mad? Come
now you want me to be yonr friend
I will be the best friend ever yoi
had Oh, you are 50 like what
was! Heaven keep yon from be
coming what ! am! You shrinl
from me. That is as I would hav
! il. Keep as far from meas you eal
--you are too pure TO touch me
Listen: Ny father was clergy
mana quiet, holy, devoted mar
Perhaps he sometimes forgotlie ha
, a child; but lie loved me. / was ad
dictcd to the habit Of reading an
i memorizing plays. Night alter nigh
I sat up, devouring the tragedies .
/ Shakespeare, until at last the passio
became 20 overpowering that | do
i ftermined to seek tito city and ente
Upon the theatrical profession. I ha'
/ no mother to wound; she was dead
+ NY beauty attracted instant atten
I tom Success turned my hcad-
4 flattcry ruined me To-day lam