The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1874-04-11
perhaps Julie may nos have had time
Nonsense T. cried tho spoiled beauty.

Time, indeed! It is her business aud
ifsho don't send IL home this afternoon.
I'll give my autiug aud lsuudry- work
TO some one elsel Tell her so for. l Ger.
tainly ahail not wait upon tho con .
yenience of Mademoiselle y ulie Renoux, /,
or any other washer. womanp a se:
So Melicent returned to her novel,
while Hester, dressed in gray, like a
sober little nun, sailed forth, with a
W well.6lled baak.t on her arm, upon the
errand of Mercy to No. 13 Molynoux
Street.
1t iB dismal little street. thought
Hester, 'and dismal little house. L
wonder how people endure to live in
such places aiwayu3
Pushing open the door, which always
stood ajar. Heater ascendcd the un
carpctcd stairs.
Does Mivs Renoux live hore 2 she
asked of slatternly girl who was to il
ing up atairs with a pail of water.
'Ycs, mum, she do replied the girl
refreshing her eyes good stare at the
visitor. Third floor, front room, miss'
And following these directions Hes
ter Atheling Knocked at the door.
Julie Rsnoux herself opened it. He's
ter knew her we'll by aighs-a pretty,
slight girl, with great black eyes, trans
parcutly fair akin, aud pleasant, smil-
| ing mouth.
Miss Atholin p she cried 'Oh, I
am SO sorry about Miss Meliceut's dresa;
but our Estelle lies SO i'll. Look Z
And with true French gesture she
pointed to the ahadowy, colorless young
creature, who lay, supported by pillows,
on the bed at tho farther side of the
room.
'She can hardly breathe, at times,
whispered Julie, as Hester stood in
plying silence. 4 have to fan her by
the hour. Once-twice-I began on
Mics Melicrnt's dress; but she called t.
me. Julie she said in her po,r, faint
voice., 7 shall not be mi,lI y0,, ,loasss.
Do not leave now y
Aud the tears straaned down jules
cheeks, answered. by bright DIR ,ps on
Hester Atheling's own lashca.
Kneeling quietly down by the bel
side, she unpacked her few little trea
sares of wine. jelly aud fruit
Perhaps yeu can taste OF thsse
Estelie,' said she, kindly. will you
let me pare an orange, and cut off few
white grapes p
Estelle looked gratefully up.
They rrc beautiful sho faltered
and am SO. much oblige, mademoiselle;
but my throat is 60 bad that / can
swallow but little. By.aud by, perhaps
and in the meantime, leave them on
the table. They are like pretty pic
ture to my eye
'Ah! ! sighed Julie, we poor folks
cannot buy such things. The landlord
clamors for rent, the grocer will not
send starch or coal until the back bills
are paid. And yet-the poor must
live !
Julie said Hester, drawing her
aside, my sister wants her dress to.
night
Il, iO OF possible said Julie. look
there! and she pointed to the dying
girl.
Hester hesitated. She knew how
deapotic and obstinate tho beautiful soft
eyed Melicent could be. She saw the
full vretohedness of the roverty in
which these poor young foreigners
duclt.
julie said she, you are right. D."
not leave poor Estelle while she lives.
But the dress must be completed and
sent home to night
'How?'
Where are your irons? Bring out
the tablo-I will do the dresr.'
You Miss Hester
'Yes, l. Why not? I will promise
you to be very quiet and not disturb
Estelle; and my sister will never know
that you were not tho laundress. For
Melicent is very capriciou, and willtul
and if you disappoint her, she would
probably take away hsr custom. Quick !
give me the irons'