The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-06-26

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dreamed of being a fine lady, dressed in
silk, and with plenty to eat, and upon
waking in the morning she no longer
hesitated.
After exciting "Mammy Gingcr's y
wonder by washing her face and comb
ing her hair as we'll as, she could with
her fingers, Rosa slipped out and went
to the Girls Refuge, an institution for
the care and education of orphan and
pauper girls. Ringinglthe bell she in
quired for Mrs. Brown, as the stranger
had told her to do, and at last reached
the presence of the matron of the insti-
tuition.
well, little girl, said Mrs. Brown,
what do you want p
"I want to be Lady"
The odd reply, coupled with the
girls striking beauty, won the atten-
ton of the matron, and Rosa soon
found herself an inmate of the insti-
tuition.
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Eight years rolled by, bringing DR..
Henry Cotton to the age of thirty.
Eight eventfuI years to the country and
to him, for they comprised the bloody
years of the great a At the first
breaking out of the great hostilities he
entered the army as an assistant surgeon
and served throughout the entire strug-
gle. At the close, like thousands upon
thousands of others he found himself
completely unsettled in his habits and
disposition. With q few hundred dol
lars saved from his pay he returned to
New York to find hat his friends had
been scattered. Nobody knew him and
he had not a relative in the world.
"ButI have a profession, he said to
himself, "perfected by years of prac-
teal army experience ; l will establish
myself, and prosperity will bring friends
around me again"
Naturally buoyant and hopeful. he
prepared to recomlnence life, with good
spirits and bright anticipntions for the
future. He hired 4 respectable but
modest office on a semi-fashionable up
town street, furnished it plainly, and
displayed a sign denoting his calling.
Days passed and no patronage. He
saw his dollars going out with none
coming in. s.rE --t .gG- 70 = .
81 must economize," he concluded;
81 will give up my boarding place to
begin with"
After this the lounge in his Office was
his bed, and the cheap restaurant got
his patronage. Still these measures
only checked the drains upon his stores.
The few professional calls that he had
were mainly from those too poor or too
dishonest to pay, and his income did
not one-half meet his closely curtailed
expenses. He grew down-hearted and
discouraged. Month after month
passed, and at last bis money was all
gone. What should he DO? The idea
of giving up his profession was distaste-
full, and he chung to home until actual
want came in the shape of unappeased
hunger. Then one by one he pawned
his fine surgical instruments, getting
but a small fraction of their real value.
Articles of clothing followed until he
found himself utterly ~unprovided to
meet the cold weather hat was coming
Finally, convinced that he must
abandon his profession, he studied the
L" want" columns of the newspapers,
and spent two entire days in trying in
vain to get employment. The last of
these two days he ate nothing, and pre-
vious short allowance had enfeebled
him. When night came he staggered
to his Office to find that after repeated
warnings the landlord had taken pos
session and locked the door.
With his brain whirling and his limbs
lettering with weakness, DIR. Cotton
wondered, he scarcely knew where.
Hunger and fatigue were doing their
work. He walked several blocks when
his eyes fell upon a carrirge standing at
the curb. A coachmap in a livery sat
upon the box and the door stood open.
Just then a lady came ont of an adjacent
house, and walked toward the vehicle.
The famished man saw that she carried
the pocket-book in her hand. The de-
mon Of hunger suggested robbery as HIS
eyes fastened upon the well filled treas