The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-05-08
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One wintry afternoon in January,
away. up in the bleak attic Of wretched
enement- hOHsega q .Pale-sad eyed woman
sat sewing The garment upon which
she was engaged was a very rich dress.
The twilight closed In rapidly, with
binding fall Of snow, bitter wailing
blast, that made the windows rattle in
their. casemases.- Still. the pale faced
woman stitched on. 49, -taa As-a .
Mother" 4" piped slender voice hsm
the cot beneath the window, ''shan you
get the fine dress done2 Oh my mother,
I'm 50 hungry, if could only have
some tea and bit of sausage" { e-A
The mother worked on steadily for q
few moments, paused only to brush a
tear from bar white cheek, then she
arose and shook out ehs glimmering
robe -
- o'ris done at last. aas said; "now
mothers little girl can have her supper,
only be patient Iittle longer Flora.
Ross, Ross, where are youny boy ~ .
"A manly little fellow came cut from
the little bed room beyond.
1.-THE dress is done, Ross, said his
mother,-' 80 and you must run home with
it as fast Is eYer you can Miss Gercia
viii be -eut of patience, u know. Tell
her I couldn't finish A one moment
sooner, and ask her to give you the
money. We must hase st to night.
And you can stop in at NJ. Rays asyou
come back and buy some coal, and We
must have some bread arid tea, and
mite of butter, and you raust get a sau-
sage, Ross, for poor little Flora-''
"IIl get EN- all mother, he said,
'.and be back in no tine You shall
have big sausage, Httls4is" he added,
turning toward the cot.
The -girf nodded her curly head, and
her great vistfpl syes sParkIsd With
delight.
"And you shall have half Of it, Ross,
she pipes, in her slender, bird voice. ~
81 Hadn't yoa better pue On yo1tr Thick
jacket, my boy ?" continued kis mother /;
"the wind cuts like knife"
&c Pshaw, little mother I don't mind
the wind" And away he went. down
the creakng stairs, and out IN the storm
Miss Gracia Fontenay was IN a perfect
furore of impatiencs and anger. Her
dear five hundred friends ware assemble
ed in the halls below, and the handsome
dress had not come home. What did
that beggar woman mean by disappOint-
ing her2. At that taonsnt there was .
| ring nt the door, and voice in the hall.
e Please tell Miss Gracia, my mother
could not finish i sooner abe wants
tha money to night The servant took
the handsome dress aad message.
.III never give Elsr as0tbeF stitch 81
work, - cried the angry beauty a. Iorght
TO have had Sc thrse hours. Here, Fan
ehan, and Jiress ne At once, there's not
a rnoment to Iossf No. I can't pay to-
night, havnt tine. He must call To-
morrow
!" "But, we've no IRE and nothing 70 eat,
and my lIittiS sisteF is sisk, esfled z1e
boy pushing up the grand stairway.
"Shut that door Fanohion l''~eon-
usndad Mia Gracia. And the door
was aiossz ia h5sfssss - nMe M
From tbs psFsh as be 1sarltl 1Tinlqss,
Pausie watcher tie whole soene. her
violst eyes distEndsd Nitk childish
4 amusement.
Poor little boy, she sad, as Rosa
disappeared down the stairway, Sister
+ C5racia ought - pay hsm-r EtFmust he
I dreadful 70 have no IRE and nothing 70
eat
She stood foE momeEt, balancing
herself on the ssp of one dainty foot,
! her rosebud faee grave snd reflective
then . sudaen thought flooded her blua
eyes with sunshine. sad snatshing sons-
thing from The tabls. she started down
stairs. The servant bad inst closed the