The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1877-12-30

one WE uuFTyluE Oh HD u QUICK pace,
and suddenly obeying an impulse which
his own course, and followed after the
girl. She was very plainly, even scant.
lily, dressed for the severity Of the
weather. Her clean looking but too thin
shawl more suitable for an April day
than for midwinter, and her dress, OIL
some cotton fabric, did not at all answer
Wilson's ideas Of warmth and comfort
30 young and girlish. looking she was,
too; her figure 80 slender and delicate
and the wind. as it met her, rudely
blew backward from her face cluster
Of soft bright curls Of the very golden
hue that the artist wished for his pic
ture. MY Cinderella |" was the thought
that flashed into his mind as his quick
eye caught the glitter OF the golden
curls before they were hastily drawn
back again and prisoned under the
coarse straw bonnet. With new inter
est he continued to follow her, wonder
ing who and what she was, and what
was the object Of her cold walk, and
wishing he could get closer view of
the face that one glimpse had 80 fascin-
ated him with.
So he followed her for many square
keeping the same swift pace, never
turning or stopping, and Wilson laugh.
ing at himself for bis eager pursuit Of @
stranger. II wonder what Maggie
would say" he thought; chow she
would laugh at me for following poor
shop girl in the street, No matter,
though; the girl really has beautiful
hair. and am curious to sec where she
goes. hope she will come to ter
minus pretty soon, though, for, being q
lazy man. this sort OF walking is rather
too exciting"
Perhaps she OWNED Mr.. Wilson Bar
slows wishes, for just at this point Of
his soliloqny the young girl paused be-
fore the door of q large clothing estab-
lishment and went in. Wilson waited
q minute or two outside, and then fol-
lowed her In, apologlzing to himself for
his impertinence by suddenly feeling the
need OF q new vest or cravat, or some
thing else-he didn t exactly know what
And 80, while he stood turning over in
Disseminate articles, and pretending to be
very hard to please, his eyes were In
reality covertly searching the room for
the young girl. She had vanished into
private regions, but the young man de.
termined to walt for her reappearance,
even at the risk OF being considered a
very troublesome customer. It was not
long, however, before she came forward
again to the front of the store, and the
artist had full view of q fair young
face, rs delicate and lovely rs any his
own imagination had ever pictured to
him. A pure wild-rose complexion,
large liquid eyes, 30 heavily fringed that
you scarce could guess their color, made
up face OF such rare beauty that our
artist almost forgot his gentlemanly
politeness In his long and eager gaze.
She never saw him, however; she was
paying more heed to her employers
words than any strangers looks, and
Wilson Barstow stood near enough to
them both to hear those words and mark
| the effect they produced: II am very
sorry" the merchant was saying, Every
sorry, indeed, Miss Haven, but we are
obliged to do 1t. The times are 80 hard
and we have 80 large quantity of stock
on hand, that we must part with some
| Of our work people. We must make q
reduction in our expenses or give up the
business. But hope you will not be
long out OF employment, and IL hear Of
anything promising will certainly let
you know. Good morning, miss" The
merchants words and manner were not
only respectful, but really kind and
sympathizing. Wilson Barstow felt as
Ii he should have knocked him down on
the spot had they been otherwise, for
the look of mute dispair had settled
upon the listeners features stirred q
| host Of passionate emotions In his
| bosom. Very pale the young face grew,
and the dropping lashes fell still lower,
as IL to hide fast gathering tears, while
she heard the words that shut her out
| from he ronly means Of subsistence, and
the merchant himself, accustomed as
he was to such things, hurried away
from her, unable to bear the sight OF the
girlish face In its sad dispair.
| 30 she le the store without word,
and the artist hastily followed her, de-
termined never to leave her presence
until he knew more about the young
girl whose sorrow, MS we'll as her beauty
and delicacy, 80 excited his interest and
compassion. 1t was q long walk,
through wide streets and narrow alleys,
| where the snow lay In huge, dirty piles,
and the wind swept sharply by as ii
hooking the poverty and desolation In
it's way. But the artist followed on with
an earnest purpose wherever the young
girl went. He kept a little distance
| followed and feel alarmed; but she never
| looked behind her, and unnotice he was
able to watch her until he saw her enter
the house which seemed to be her
home. 1t was humble, little two
story house, with a poverty stricken
look, and yet sort ofrespectability too.
Wilson fancied 1t a cheap boarding
house, for there was bit OF paper with
Rooms to let' stuck upon the door.
For the moment he felt tempted to go
in on plea Of looking at the rooms,
and so, perhaps, have another view Of
the girl, but better plan occurred to
him suddenly, and he hurried off again
in homeward line to put it into speedy
operation.
"Well, brother Willie, where's the
Cinderella?" Maggie asked gayly, flour
ishing pallet and paint brushes before
her brother as he entered the studio.
1--WE prepared an extra quantity Of &C.
rulean blue for you, for il you paint her
from life this cold day she will infalli-
bly, have blue nose as well as blue
eyesl"
"Quit your nonsense, Maggiep' was
her brothers mplimentary answer,
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