Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1875-12-03
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Or, WHAT FRANK EVANS MISSED.

! Or, WHAT FRANK EVANS MISSED.
| Marian Harlan WAS alone in the world
her mother just buried.
She was beautiful. brown haired girl,
with soft, shy eyes Of violet, gray, and rosy
| lips compressed to frmness far beyond
her years. For, after all, she was scarcely
seventeen, and so Deacon Gray was telling
| her, as he sat by the fire spreading his huge
hands over the tardy blaze and asked:
/ But what are you going to do to earn
your bread and butter child p
L don't know haven't thought. Nam
ma had an uncle in New York, who
Yes, yes-I'Se beard her tell about him
he was mad cause your mother didn't
marry just exactly to suit him, wasn't it p
Marian was silent. Deacon Gray waited
few minutes, hoping she would admit
him into her secret meditatiOns ; but she
did not, and the Deacon went away home,
TO tell his wife that that Harlan gal was
/ the very Gucerest creature he had ever
| come across
/ In the meanwhile Marian was busy pack
/ ing her few scanty things into a little car
pet bag. by the weird, fickering light of
/ the dying wood fire.
4 will 90 to Newly ork,' she said to her
self, setting her small yearly teeth iirrsly
together. Ny mothers uncle shalT heaE-
my cause pleaded through my own lips.
, Oh, wish my heart would not throb SO
wildly l am no longer meek Minnie
| Harlan, l am an orphan, all alone IN the
world, who must fight life's battles with
her own single hands
Tower Broadway, at O'Clock i'll the
evening. What Babel ofcrashing wheels,
! hurrrina -hnrnanii,s.-a a"l 4n',.slnnrhrafe
noises it was! Minnie Harlan sat in
| corner of an express office under the flare
of gaslights, surrounded by boxes, and won
dered whether people ever went craZed IN
this perpetual din and tumult Tier dress
was very plain-SSraY poplin, with a shah
by, old Fashioned little straw bonnet tied
with black. ribbons, and blue veil, while
her only article of baggage, the carpet bag,
lay in her lay. She had sat there two
! hours, and was very, very tired. r
/ Poor little thing = thought the dark
haired young clc.k nearest her, who in
habited sort of wire cage under circlet
of Gas lights, And then he took up his
pen and plunged into perfect Atlantic
ocean ofaccounts
Mr.. Evans
Sir
The dark-haired clerk emerged from his
cage with his pen behind his ear IN oocdi-
ence to the beckoniug finger of his superior
/ have noticed that young woman SIT
ting here for some .time-how came she
here ?
'Expressed on. sir. from MilIinSton,
Iowa arrived this afternoon
As though poor Minnie Harlan. were
box or Spaper parcel :
+;Who, for = .
T. CONSIGNED to Walter Harrington, Esq
And why hasn't she been called for ?
Il sent up to Mr.. Harringtou's address
to notify him some tine ago expect an
answer every moment
Very odd,' said the gray-haiFed gentle
man, taking up his newspaper
Yes, sir, rather
Some three quarters of an hour alter
ward Frank Evans came To the pale girls
side, with iudcscribable pity in his hazel
eyes.
Miss Harlan, we have sent to Mr.. llar-
rinston's residence
Minnie looked up with fcverish red up
on her cheek, and her hands clasped tightly
Oh handle Of the faded carpet bag.
And we regret to inform you that he
sailed for Europe at l. O'Clock this day"
\ sudden blur came over Miunie's eyes
she trembled like leaf In all her cal
culations she had made 10 allowance lol
an exigency like this.
Can we DO anything further for you? ?
questioned the young clerk politely.
'Nothiug-no one cati do anything nor'
Frank Evans had been turning away
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voice appealed to every manly instinct with
in him.
Shall l send TO any other of you
friends =
4 have 40 friends.
Perhaps | can have your things sent Il
some quiet family hotel p
Minnie opened her little leather purS
and showed him two twO-cent pieces Will
a smile that was almost tear.
This is all the money have in tn
world sir =
So young, so beautiful, and so desolate
Frank Evans had been Il New orker
his life, but he had never met within a
exactly parallel case to this. He bit th
end of his pen in dire perpleXity.
But what are you going to do2'
Il don't know. sir. Isn't there a wor
,e house, or some such place l could go
until could find something to doP