The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-01-28

Toui a, tired out with waiting and he.
uumbcd With cold. was just en- the
point Of bursting into tears, when the
lady swept into the room.
This is q pretty business, now,
isn't III" she began, as she received and
unfolded the bundle that Louie prof.
fcred her. II thought you promised
to bring this Yesterday
"Ye., ma'am; but my brother
Willie was 80 III that mother couldn't
sew"
ooh, yes! that's always the way
you've some excise ready; but !
shant trust you again. you may de.
peud on II. Here's violet been crying
f5r an hour, aud refusing to come
down because she was so disappointed
about her dress. John, ring the bell
for Jane to take IL up to her. Unjust
20 back to the parlor now"
She was sweeping out again, her
satin robes rustling after; but Louiss
sprang up. with piteou' cry.
ooh, ma'am! little brothers so III,
and must have his medicine; please lie,
me have the money!"
II can't to-night--I'm entirely ou1
Of change. You can call the day afteI
tomorrow.
But Louisa was not to be repulsed
She caught the lady's hand in both @
her little frozen palms. One Of thu
rings that adorned Mrs. Rawdon's sof
fingers would have procured all thu
comforts her mother and little Will,
so sorely needed. Some such though
!, flashed through the child's mind as sh'
made her appeal.
"Oh, madam" she said, her blu
eyes full Of imploring entreaty, ego
are rich and happy, and have all yo
want; but my poor mother has moth
ing and my little brother will di
without me ticine! Do let me hav
: the money!"
:, Mrs. Rawdon shook her head imps
:, tiently.
!, 81 tell you I've no change. Yo
. must call again. John, show her
the dJor!"
>. "The fcotmnn obeye,l, and Louis
=, soon found herself on the marble steI
y while the lofty door closed in her yer
" face with a heartless slam.
:, The wind howled more dismally tina
~ ever, and the keen, singing sleet fe
like shower Of shot. Louisa d
= scended the steps and crossed over
= the opposite pavement with a dull
;, ;, aching pain at her heart, that almo
= took away her breath. How coul
70 she 90 back to her home and tell h
poor mother that she had failed to CO
lect her hard-earned wages; tell h
that they were not able to buy eve
:" so much as a solitary loaf.
= Just then something beneath h
" foot, soft and slippery. almost tire
" her to the pavement. Looking dow
she saw a pocket book. She caug
:. it up with a suppressed cry, an
= thrusting it into her bosom, darted {
;, at the speed Of an antelope. At las
" out of breath and half beside hers
:" with excitement, she paused beneath
Nc lamppost, and after glancing stealth
Iy around her, drew the treasure fro
:" her bosom. It was large, thick Al
heavy. Her fingers Auttered nervou
:, : ly as she unclasped it; and when 81
- - caught sight of the green bank-not
= it contained, she uttered wild cry
- delight, and darted of again Ill
something insane. Mother and Will
!. should have all they needed now!
Just beyond the bakers shop, I
:, wards which she bent her steps, 90
= der met her.
g Little girl" he said, arresting h
flying steps. ibid you find q poke
: book as you came along'"
- Louisa paused a single instant, h
!, heart futtering like frightened bir'
= then, as a thought of her mother an
:, Willie flashed through her mind ct
: answered. mo, SIR"
:, "Well, it is gone, l suppose" an
:. the soldier passed on, while Louis
!, hurried away in the opposite direction
!. BY the time she reached the baker
:. she was in tremor from head to foo
and her cheeks seemed on fire; but Il
, drew the pocket-book from its hidin
80 place, and standing outside the doc
,n unclasped it and took out note. tt
:, shop was crowded with customers. al
;, she had To wait for her turn before 81
!, could obtain what she wanted. II
:, eyes wandered wistfully round Il
90 tempting shelves. She would b.
:, ever SO many loaves, and even tn
=, frosted cake. They would have co
IS and meat, too. Why not! The poe
); et-book was hers; she had found
a Still her hands trembled and h