The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-07-22
Vol. X.

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: Not in the habit of doing bust
! ness in that way" said the gre
t GER"
The girl turned away. Giffor
saw starvation in her eyes, de
spair in all her movements, ant
slipped his thumb and finger int
waistcoat pocket, and came from
behind the counter.
"Let's see the FIVE. cent bit, Miss,
he said. "Why, bless you, you've
, made mistake, it's ten cen
piece. [ thought it was YER,
large for cents. Father, that
the price Of loaf; you can't re
fuse that"
The girl looked at the piece o
money with eyes that dilated will
something between joy and awe
She muttered to herself, under he
breath, ':It'sa miracle ! it's 4 mira
Gle! Jacks FIVE pence 70 turn te
ten pence. God pnt out his hane
to keep me from starving" Gif
ford followed the girl. and by hi:
gentle, manly courtesy and sym
pathy won her confidence.
"Let me help you u littlc," he
said. ~ think yon can &c,
work at Mrs. Trimmer's the miIi.
ner's. Give hcr our card, aud say
We sent you. But you mustn't go
until tomorrow. Just around
here is q decent place-common,
but decent-where they'll take
you in. This will do it, and get
you breakfast and dinner. Oh:
please take it,"
II never thought to be 4 beg
gar" said the girl passionatcly.-
"lnever thought to come to that!''
"Take it as loan," said the
grocer. "Take it anyhow. Iou
can't sleep here, let alone the rain
all night"
"If you'll let me pay it back if |
live, I'll not say no again." said
the girl, "and thank you, thank
you, thank you. You'll never
know how kind you seem to me,
for you can never be poor lone
ly girl"
Mrs. Trimmer's is 94-stree:,
and Biddy Ryan's is that tall
brick house there in the basement
She takes hired girls to board
You'd better say you're 4 nurse
maid or q seamstress. That is
true, you know. Any one that
| sews is q seamstress. Goodnight" "
Then when she said goodnight
in return he watched her, saw her
admitted at the Irish woman's 5
door, and went home rejoicing
that the pretty, slender, sweet
Young creature would not sleep
| in the street that night. He took
hor on trust, sharp young city
tradesman though he was, and be-
lieved in her purity and truth i'm.
plicitly.
1t was odd for the son Of his
father, but Clifford was his mo-
ther all over, despite the penurions
maxims that tho old man dinned
in his ears, and despite the elivingex
ample always before him in bis
fathers person, Of calculating sus
picion.
So it was, that instead Of max
ing up his mind next day that the
girl was an impostor and hac
spent his gift in liquor, Clifford
| walked, in the afternoon, dressed
rather sprucely TOO, down.
+reet. and looking in at Madame
Trim, ,mer's window, saw a face he
rememb cred, set about with bright
hr.,;ds If brown hair, bent over
a little red. .fea 'hered hat; and see
ing it turn iowa h'm' walked
straightin and up to nc s'r'' an' {
said. "Good.day," and th> ~ go0o
day" to Madame Trimmer.
We've brought two Of our Gus
TONERS together, l see," he said
"Glad to know it," And just then
his fingers, playing with the con-
tents of his vest pocket, touched
the cash received ofone of the Gus
toners alluded to-the fyc-cent
piece he had SO deftly hocus-po
cussed into ten cents.
The girl looked at him in sur
prise. Madame looked at the gir
more respectfully than before. The
story of the fire was true, then
and this dress that the young wo
man wore 0as given her by
neighbor when she escaped in hel
night attire from the burning
dwelling.
So she began upon the suhjec
Of fires and Clifford Hull, wh'
had the gift Of representation
peculiar to good statesmen, talk
ed also. He told no lies; bu'
when they parted, NJ q d m
Trimmer h ad somehow come
/ to the belief that the house
lin which her new hand had re
] sided was four.story brown stone