The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1877-06-01
LOVE AND LAW.

There are always two sides To these
questions you know" said Murray Len
nOx.
Nh. Arkwright, the lawyer, balanced
himself on the two bind legs Of his chair.
and polished the end Of his nose re-
nectively.
Not a doubt Of It, ny young friend,
not q doubt OF IT," he said, " but, you
see, it's my business to see only one side
THAT may be Law, but it isn't Justice, y
observed Lennox.
"The two terms are not necessarily
synonymous"
81 did not come here to chop logic
said Lennox, a little impatiently.
Well" nodded Mr.. Arkwright, with
the least possible approach to a smile on
his lips, " | didn't begin it,"
"Just let's sum up the question" said
L-nnox. "Here | am, made unexpect-
eddy 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-
otism. Pray dismiss any such far-fetched
idea from your head. | assure YOU
a beg your pardon, Mr.. Arkwright {;
| did not propose to detain you further
than to obtain the address of Mr.. Ellers-
lie"
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders,
but nevertheless wrote a few words on a
slip of paper. Murray Lennox glanced
at it in surprise.
What, it is a tenement house in
Bland street !" he exclaimed.
Exactly so but it is quite a respect
able neighborhood, | believe"
Nj. Arkwright plunged once more
into a drift of tape-tied packages and
big books bound in dingy russell leather,
as his eccentric young client departed.
IClICliChg lOuoNo may aho"Si SNSi
purpose of shelter and protection, but
they are not the exact beau 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 a 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, a 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 fool, young ladies who, tc
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 root, where a colony
of dust-colored sparrows were pluming
their wings. She was a 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
second 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 crosse
balm" or "cream of pearls" and pretty,
regular teeth, that shone brightly when
ever she smiled or spoke.
Good news, Kate!" she said, cheerily,
taking of her hat as if it were an encum-
} brance to the pretty head. GIVE 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.
| "Shirtsp ' she sighed. "Oh, Emily,
! who would ever have thought we should
, come to this ?"
/, "Shirts aren't disagreeable t. make"
| SalQ Emly Cltcllully' All we nave 10
do is to fancy them embroidery or GRO
| Chef work."
"My imagination is not SO powerful as
that !"
Cultivate it then, dear" said the
young sister, with a laugh. "These
must be finished by Saturday noon"
"By Saturday noon !" cried Kate,
fretfully. 1t is not possible"
ooh, yes, it is. Come, dear, get your
thimble."
Kate Ellerslie burst into tears, and
| threw the unofending Enthusiastically
from her.
"You never had any aristocratic
pride, Emily. You would be willing TO
slave yourself to death for five shillings."
Give shillings is a very handy sum
now, Kate" said Emily, as she went pa
| tiently down on her knees to pick up the
scattered rolls of work.
"But it's a shame" went on Kate,
flushed and indignant, " that I, who was
born to better things"
She paused, with the hot current of
words yet on her tongue, as a knock came
to the door.
Its only Mr.. Harley, in the next
room," said Emily, as she rose to her
feet. al know his knock"
Mr.. Harley was a tall, fresh-looking
young man, with bright hazel eyes and a
smooth, broad forehead, who had re-
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