Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1875-04-08
The dark and the shadows are all

protecting, with her own crushed
mangled and lifeless body, the yet
animate form of her child. is the pale
dead mother. Round her neck is
tightly clasped two little loving arms
all bruised and bleeding Life, that
strange mysterious essence, had
clung tenaciously to the beautiful
tiny casket in which it had found so
sweet a lodgment for three brief
years, not willing to consign it to the
grosser earth, but the spirit of the
suffering Mrs Allen had passed from
under the cloud and the darkness,
and the angels welcomed home a
tired sister.
- II
"Show me some of your best Alex
ander kids, white, please, and the
very best. All" as the gloves are
displayed, "these are lovely. Look,
mamma! are they not superb?"'
"Very elegant, my love, you can
do no better think than 10 purchase
here To the shop girl. "Send
them to 50 Lafayette place" present
ing her card.
Floy the shop girl casts one quick
searching glance into the bright pure
face of the radiant creature so soon
to be happy bride, as with her do
ting and still beautiful mother she
passes out into the street. She
pauses at her task of replacing the
dainty gloves in their case, while she
draws a bright picture Of a home life,
in which love, true, earnest, pure
love, Is the sun and center. And
her misty eyes see nothing but that
fair seem her thoughts have conjur-
ed Up.
This won't do, girl! We can have
no dreamers here. Our motto is
WORK, Put by your foolish day
dreams, child, and don't forget that
life is but great workshop, from
which drones and dreamers should
be expelled. Keep steady at your
task, girl, il you would retain your
place in this establishment; and
mind don't spoil your good locks by
useless repinings. Again | say, we
want no dreamers here, and will have
none. Do YOU understand ?"
Floy did understand, and all day
as she stood there, meeting with
calm, imperturbable composure the
rude gaze Of customers who made II
point to purchase articles at her
counter that they might feast their
lascivious eyes upon her angelic
beauty Of face and form, she sighed
YEARLY:
"How long, Oh, Lord. is this to
last? Take me now from under the
cloud an the darkness!"
please, Miss, Mamma sent me to
buy bit Of lace to match this, pre-
senting a scrap Of dainty Valencien-
mes edginF.
Chow much shall | measure OFF,
looking dreamily into the child's
face.
"Is you an angelo" and the large
ewes are lifted with an expression of
awe saadowing their brown depths.
mo, no, enid. I'm only a poor
shop girl, SO tired" startled at the
pathos Of her own voice.
"rm very sorry for you," tears
yelling up to the very iringes Of the
deep lake,like eyes. Indeed | am.
Why don't YOU 20 home and let your
kind mamma bathe your head and
sing pretty songs to you till you are
rested, as my mamma does%
Dazzling, bending over and crush.
ing in her hot ones the little cool
dinpled hands resting upon the
counter Il have no mamma. In
al this great, wide world there is not
one who is bound to me by any tie OF
blood. | have not relative on
earth
Il thought You were an angel. II
you will only kiss me, dare you? |
will tell mamma and good uncle
Morris | have brought them a gift
right from heaven, sweeter than any
they ever had, and then they will
each give me gold eagle for it, and
| will bring the two gold eagles to
Won, Indeed | will. With them YOU
can buy something nice, a bright
picture or book"
Very low bends the pale brow, over
which the shimmering hair rests like
halo OF glory. A long, close kiss
upon the red lips, little fondling Of
the gold brown hair, an earnest "God
bless you, darling" ard the bright,
pure sunbeams went ont, only 10
liud good uncle Morris" waiting at
the door, an interested listener, and
witness Of the little scene that had
been so charmlngly enacted within.
How long, how tiresome, seemed
the road to her dreary lodgings. And
the feet Of the weary shop girl falter-
ed, and the racked frame quivered,
tor fever was burning into every fibre
OF her being.
What shall do? | fear | can
go no tartherl' III sink down here
in this obscure, filthy street, at this
late hour, they will think | am
Oh, Lord take me now from under
the cloud and the darkness !"
Backer, denser, grow the shadows
about her, as she lies with face up
turned to that SKY in which no stars
appear None but God and the an
gels know how white that face has
grown, for night, cold, black night
has wrapped his sable curtains close
about her. But as she sank TO the
damp earth, familiar voice had