The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1876-07-06

actually shlyered as she dwelt on lt.
Like many another young and pretty
girl with will of her own, Lucy Lawrence
had already found lover of her own choos
ing, who adored her, as his notes and bo-
quets informed her, in the most poetical
fervor, but TO whom, being an obedient
grl, and respecting her fathers will, she
bad as yet given no decided encourage
ment.
He was very young-justher own age of
twenty-and oh, so handsome, so like the
divinely beautiful men in the fashion plates
so Immediately dressed, broad-chested,
and such an elegant waist!
Then bis name-Clarence de Vernyi
"Of course lie belonged to the nobility
of France" thought Lucy, "though be has
been here so lorg that be cannot remember
about it. He is not very rich, l dare say,
but he is SO exquisite in his manners, and
We met so romantical'y in that dreadful
shower that ruined my new lilac silk. lie
fortunately had an umbrella, and escorted
me to Madam Quartoise's the French
teacher, where l was going. She introduc-
ed me in the proper manner, and he bowed
profoundly. He was there by chance
when came again, and so we have met
and loved-for | know he loves me, his
eyes tell me so everyday, only am afraid to
ask him to call, lest be should not meet q
aunt Learmont's approval. Yet he truly
is just perfect to mel"
She sat cogitating for long time, and
her aunt Prudence bias in favor of mis-
sion affected her Sc new hat versatile fancy.
81 could love Clarence ard Lave a mis-
sion Also she thought; perhaps l might
concliate both aurts in that way. | wish
l could, it is SO much better than disagree
ing. Let me see, what is nission?"
Her brgh.-eyed, intelligent young mu,at-
to maid, hapI tn;rg to enter the loom at
the moment, Lucy, who was not very
profound thinker, referred the question to
| her.
"a miss On, Miss Lucy?' repli.G Clytie.
why n iss on is plaee where they
teach you thires, ard hep. the cor, ard
| give cut tickets, and all Il at DoE't yo.
know how begged ycu to so sone Suncay
and see Mr.. u;rtl,!? 1t is, 80 pleasant,
and the children sing lovely"
Lucy laughed.
"Wly you ale talkirg of quite, a diff L
ent thirg, Clytie. You're, thinking Of a
Sunday. school"
| "1es, MAJ m mission; that is what
mean. Please 90 to ste it!'' replied Cl tie,
in a tore tf ealnest ,rs uasion.
IL be- We l will said Lucy aloud
And she thought to herself: at is as we'll
to legIn at ,nce, ard nuyte. l can leaIn
stnethrg. ClaIence is noble being, ]
am sure, but | car lie knows rothrg on
such subjects"
Meantime, C,ytie, beirg started on
favorite theme, became very talkative:
"Ycu know my poor lame aunt Miss
Lucy? She has always been the only moth
er ever knew, and that is why | am so
grateful to you for all the kind things
you've done, and the warm clothes you
have sent her. Well, she lives with aunt
Jemima, in Scramble Street, opposite to
Hard Times Lane, and Poor House Alley
is just back of her windows. Oh, Miss
Lucy! there used to be awful times there,
till Mr.. Hartley came and set up his mis-
sion and kept them quiet. They used to
fight so hard that the constables were all
the time dragging them off to jail, and
though there wasn't a family in the whole
place who could sfford to keep dressed
decently, there were three liquor saloons,
and it was there the fighting always began
You were SO kind, and sent so many
things to auntie, that she used to be able
to give away some Of the dainties to the
sick children and women, who had no one
to help them in the fever they had down
there"
/ WY u'uu ,ou ~, o,y.I-s
cried her young mistress, reproachfully.
81 did speak of it to you, miss; but it
was when Mrs. Learmont was SO busy
preparing for the grand ball she had on
your birthday, and | expect you hadn't
time to think of it."
No more was said at the time; but the
day following being Sunday, Lucy inquired
the exact direction, the hours of the mis-.
sion school, and much more relative in
formation, from Clytie, and then started
out to seek the classic precincts of Scram-
Bile Street, and explore the depths of Poor
House Alley and Hard Times Lane
She reached the frst'named locality, and
was guided to its exact site by the voices
of the singing children.
1t was not an edifce newly constructed
for the present use, but two or three cid
houses, painted and cleansed, and got into
order for the purpose. There were two side
doors, besides the main entrance
Lucy stood hesitasing and uncertain as
to which to enter, when her eye caught
sight of Clytie's old auntie, standing at her
front window, on the opposite side of the
w"y, and beaming welcome on her from
every feature of her withered but noble old
face.
So Lucy crossed the street, tapped at the
door, and was let in by bright little
colored girl (Clytie's cousin,) while good
looking woman of the same class rose to
welcome her most respectfully
She was widow, with a large family,
who gained hard living for SO many, with
her own strong hands, at washing. Her
name was Jemima Jackson, and the old
auntie (Clytie's grand-aunt) lived with