The Osceola times., 1877-06-02
LOVE AND Law.

There are always two sides to these
questions, you know" said Murray Len
nox.
Mr.. Arkwright, the lawyer, balanced
himself on the two hind legs Of his chair
and polished the end Of his nose re-
hectively.
"Not doubt Of it, ny young friend
not doubt of it," he said, but, you
see, it's my business to see only one side. v
"That may be law, but it isn't justice, u
observed Lennox.
"The two terms are not necessarily
Synonymous"
al did not come here to chop logic, u
said Lennox, a little impatiently.
WE'LL" nodded Mr.. Arkwright, with
the least possible approach to smile on
his lips, " didn't begin it,"
"Just let's sum up the question:" said
Lennox. "Here am, made unexpect-
edly rich by the discovery of an old paper,
whose very existence has been unsus.
pected for years
Exactly So" assented Lawyer Ark
wright, under his breath.
And these young girls-these Miss
Ellerslies-are made beggars by the same
discovery
Not beggars, my dear young friend,
not beggars; you are altogether too
sweeping in your assertions"
"But they are seriously impoverished ~
Well--yes; suppose that is the
state of the case. But you are not re-
sponsible for that.
In a measure | am.
Quixotism, Mr.. Lennox-mere Quix-
otsm. Pray dismiss any such far-fetched
idea from your head. assure you -
81 beg your pardon, Mr.. Arkwright +;
| did not propose to detain you further
than to obtain the address of Mr.. Ellers-
lie. 4"
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders,
but nevertheless wrote a few words on a
slip of paper. Murray Lennox glanced
at il in surprise.
"What, it is tenement house in
Bland street he exclaimed.
Exactly so but it is quite respect
able neighborhood, I believe"
Mr. Arkwright plunged once more
into drift of tape-tied packages and
big books bound in dingy russell leather,
as his eccentric young client departed.
Tenement houses may answer every
purpose of shelter and protection, but
they are not the exact bean ideal of home
And this tall red brick in Bland
street was no exception to the general rule
1t wasunquestionably "genteel, "how-
ever. Miss Farley kept select school
on the first floor; Mr.. johnson, who
gave lessons on the flute and piano. and
Mrs. Drecy, who "cut and fitted dresses
in Partisan style on the very lowest
terms" occupied the second story; and
two or three pale seamstresses, wood
engraver, a clerk, and a manufacturer of
artificial flowers were packed compactly
away above, like sardines in a box and
two young ladies had the southeast room
on the fourth flooi, young ladies who, to
use the original expression of Mrs. Ryan,
the landlords wife, chad seed better
days"
Kate Ellerslie sat by the window that
dreary November day, her chin resting
on her hands, and her eyes fixed mourn
fully on the opposite roof, where a colony
of dust-colored sparrows were pluming
their wings. She was bright, regular
featured brunette, with large brown eyes
and very dark hair, her figure slender as
a reed and quite as graceful.
She looked up languidly as the door
opened, and Emily, her junior by two
years, came in.
Emily Ellerslie was not at all pretty.
No one would have vouchsafed her a
econd glance in the street no poet
would ever have been stimulated to rhy-
metic rhapsodies over her gray-blue eyes
or brown tresses; yet when you came
face TO face with her you could not but
confess that she was very pleasant TO look
upon, with wholesome pink cheeks, a
complexion entirely independent of rose
balm" or "cream of pearls" and pretty,
regular teeth, that shOne brightly when
ever she smiled or spoke.
Good news, Katel" she said, cheerily,
taking of her hat as if it were an encum.
brance to the pretty head. "I've a
whole dozen plain shirts ia make"
Kate looked distastefully down upon
the bundle of "plain work" which her
sister tossed gleefully into her lap.
"ShirtsW she sighed. "Oh, Emily,
who would ever have thought we should
come TO this ~
"Shirts aren't disagreeable TO make"
said Emily cheerfully. "All we have to
do is to fancy them embroidery or cro-
cbet work !"
"My imagination is not so powerful as
that p'
"Cultivate it then, dear" said the
young sister, with a laugh. These
must be finished by Saturday noon"
e BY Saturday noon y cried Kate,
tre.fally. alt is not possible"
"0h, yes, it is. Come, dear, get your
thimble. :.
Kate Ellerslie burst into tears, and
threw the ,unoffending hirtsdisdainfully
"You nAyer had any aristocratic
pride, Emily You world be willing 70