Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1876-01-21
the LOST P0ckET-B00K.

the LOST P0ckET-B00K.
The scene was In New York. It was
! cherries afternoon. A biting wind dro,
the snow before it like . binding mis-,
Iaad sas e,odds h..s 20 levs a almnat
touch the roofs Of the houses.
:'How desolate II ia Mrs. Halpir
Isighed. glancing out from her attic.w,l
dow on the gloomy prospect below, 1
Ishe emo0thed and folded the garment 81,
had just completed; and the cold is bi,
ter. l don't like to send you ont, Lou,.e
but there's not . bit OF. COAL and Will
must have that medicine. I'd go myself
|but-'
! oh. mother, no! let me go--T don :
mind If 1t is cold. III hurry back an,
the little girl sprang up from her low sea
besides the child's cradle. and began T.
fasten on her faded cloak and hood.
We'll, suppose you must the mothe
continned. as shc wrapped up the delicate
u embroidered garment You know th'
place! Mr.. Rawdon's. on Tenth street.
that brown stone house?' ~
Yes, mother know
Well. dear. run fast and keep yourself
warm, and say to Mrs. Rswsion that I'D
have finished the work before If Willie
hadn't been 80. III. Three dollars she
loves me. You can call at the bakers and
IEet loaf or two.' -.
The child topk the bundle and vanished
out OF sight down the dreary fight Of
steps, while the mother turned back tn
the cradle where the sick child lay. He
held up his little hands and moaned
|piseously, GIVE me some ter, mamma,
am So Thirsty, .a.a.
Yes, darling, - soon Is Louise come.
back Il.
Her eyes filed with. tears as che raised
the little fellow to her bosom. c'aspirg
him closely TO keep him warm, for there
was no fire in the stoye and the desolate
attic room was very comfortless. Yet
there had been a day when this .sme pale.
faced 'meek-eyed woman sat in q luxur-
ious chamber. with every comfort that
heart could wish within her reach. and &
doat'ng husbands strong arms of love to
|encircle and protect her, :, But hef hus.
rand wes dea0, tying. CSknovs, pp.aou
distant battlefield In the South; and hcs
riches rad made themselves wings and
flown awsy. Forlorn and friendlcss, sick
1t heart. and weary from incessant toll,
she st. With her waIling child upon her
lap, gazing out with hopeless. fearful
eyes upon, the dismal scene beneath her
attic window.
In the meantim" little Louise made her
way through narrow by.streets and sa"al-
lid alleys into the most populous and
fashionable part of New York. The bit
ing wind still continued to blow with a
dreary. eaddcnipg wall, driftiny the
leaden clouds and the mist ike snow.
But she wslked on bravely, and reached
Ut last Mrs. Rawdon's. A dazzling glow
of light poured from AL the lofty win.
dows, and sounds OF music and merry
making flnsted out upon the frosty air
Mrs. Rawdon wss giving . grand party
in honor of her eldest daughters birth
night. Louise crept up the marble steps
and pulled the bell A footnan in livery
b, timid summons
Can I zee Nm. RawdOn, pleaser she
aeked. - zg 5.4.=. .f.
See Mrs. Rawdon, indeed! and she IN
the psrlor in the very middle of company
|Of course you can't '.5t f
He was closing tho door. but Louise
caught at his sleeve and cried imploring
~:
.Oh. please. please wait! Here's the
work size wanted; Miss vfolet's frock.
you know. Mother promised it BY 70
night. Do let me take It 70 her.
The man hes,tated momeDt, and then
turned back.
.Miss Violaf's frock,' he said; she
waotsiit, know. I heard her scolding
because it didn't come home. Maybe she
I'm see you.4 III Try, anyway. Come In
here and watt.
Louise followed. him through the arch
I'd hall and past the glitfering parsors In
Ito kinh of ante room adjoining the sup
per apartment. Here, 4 notioniog hes IN
TO seat. he went IN search of his mis-
tress. But It was full hslf-hour before
Mrs. Rawdeu could disen9age herseIf
frum her guests. and poor little Louise
tired out with waiting, and oenumbed
With ovld. was just on the point OF burst.
ing into tears, when the lady swept into
the room.
This 70 pretty business, now. isn't its
|sse began, q she recr,vod and unfoIded
the bundle that Louise pr06ered her
IL thought you promised TO bring thu
YESTERDAY ?
Yea. ms ann bat my brother; Willie
was 20 iii that mother couldn't sew
Oh. yes ! ,thst's alwaya the way-yor
70 some excuse ready; but I shant trust
you again. you may depend on it. Here''
Woke bess esyiag fes ~ Aopr, aad rafps
ing - loone dsvD. bec6ssi shG vas j.
disappointed about her dress. John,
ring ths bell for Jane to take II up Il
her. I must 60 back 10 the pasios nCw.
She was sweepin9 out agstn. her satin
robes rustlipg after: bat Louise sprans
|up.. With . piseous cry. ,yk#3<G
.Oh, mean! little brothers % III. and
must have bis medicine please Let me
have The money. 80
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