Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1875-07-08
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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 firm
ness beyond her years. For after all
she was scarcely seventeen, and SO
Deacon Gray was telling her, as she
sat by the fire, spreading his huge
hands over the tardy blaze, and
asked
"But what are you goin' to do to
earn your bead and butter, child 2
"I don't know haven't thought
Mamma had an uncle in New York,
who"
Yes, yes-I've heard about him
-he was mad because your mother
didn't marry just exactly to suit him,
wasn't it?"
Marian was silent. Deacon Gray
waited a few minutes, hoping she
would admit him into her secret
medltations; but she did not, and the
deacon went away home, tell his
wife that "the Harlan gal was the
very queerest creature he ever had
come across.
In the meanwhile Marian was bu
sy packing her few acanty things
into little carpet-bag, by the weird
Pickering light Of the dying wood
fire.
= will go to New York, she said
to herself, setting her small pearly
teeth firmly together. "My mothers
uncle shall hear my cause pleaded
through my own lips. Oh, I wish
my heart would not throb so wildly!
am no longer meek Marian Harlan,
I am an orphan, all alone in the
world, who must fight LIES battles
with her own single hands
Lower Broadway, at I O'Clock in
the evening What a Babel Of crash
inc wheels, hurryiug humanity, ard
conglomerate noises it wasl Marian
Harlan Sat in the corner Of an ex
press Office under the flare of gas
light, surrounded by boxes, and Won
dered whether people ever went Graz
ed in this perpetual din and tumult.
Her dress was very plain-gray pop
lin, with shabby, old-fashioned lit
tie straw bonnet tied with black
ribbons, and blue veil, with her on
ly article Of baggage, the carpet
bag, lay in her lap. She had sat
there two hours, and was very, very
tired.
"Poor little thing" thought the
dark-haired young clerk nearest her.
who inhabited sort of wire cage
under a circlet Of gaslights. AND
then he took up his pen and plunged
into perfect Atlantic ocean Of ac-
counts.
"Mr. Evans"
"Sir."
The dark-haired clerk emerged
from his cage with his pen behind
his ear, in obedience to the beckon
ing finger Of his superior.
I have noticed that young woman
sitting here for some time-how came
she here ?"
Expressed on sir, from Mill
ington, Iowa-arriyed this after
noon
AS though poor Marian Harlan
were a box or paper parcel.
VINO for Z"
"Consigned to Walter Harring-
ton, ESQ
"And why hasn't she been called
for ?"
"I sent up to Mr.. Harrington's
address to notify him some time
ago; I expect an answer every mo-
ment."
every odd" said the gray-haired
gentleman taking up his newspaper.
eyes, sir, rather"
Some three-quarters of an hour af-
terward, Frank Evans came to the
pale girls side with indescribable
pity N his hazel eyes.
"Miss Harlan, we have sent to Mr..
Harrington's residence
Marian looked up with feverish
red upon her cheek, and her hands
clasped tightly on the handle of the.
faded carpet-bag.
"And we regret to inform you that
he sailed for Europe at twelve O'Clock
this day"
A sadden alur came over Marian
eyes-she trembled like leaf In !
all her calculations; She had made
no allowance for. an 5exigency like
tIis. =.
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