Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1877-10-26

SENT By EXPRESS.
Marian Harlan was alone in the world
her mother just buried.
She was n beautiful brown-haired


her mother just buried.
She was a beautiful, brown-haired
girl, with soft, shy eyes of violot-gray,
and rosy lips compressed to a frmncss
beyond years. For after all she was
scarcely seventeen, and so Deacon Gray
was telling her, as he sat by the FIRE
spreading his huge hands over the tardy
blaze, and asked:
but what are you going to do to earn
your bread and butter, child ~
~ don't know; | haven't thought.
Mamma had an uncle in New York
who"
Yes, yes-Pye heard tell about him
he was mad because your mother didn't
marry just exactly to suit him; wasn't
it 2"
Marian was silent. Deacon Gray wait
cd few minutes, hoping she would adj
NIT him into her secret mcditations
but she did not, and the Deacon went
away home, to tell his wife that THAT
Harlan girl was the queercst creetur he
had ever come across"
Meantime Marian was busy packing
her few scanty things into little carpet
bag, by the weird, Pickering light Of the
dying fire.
81 will 60 to New York, said she to
herself, setting her small pearly teeth
firmly together My mothers uncle
shall hear my cause pleaded through my
own lips Oh, | wish my heart would
not throb so wildly | am no longer
meek Minnie Harlan; | am an orphan,
all alone in the world who must fight
Iife's battle with my own hands. =
Lower Broadway, at seven o'clock in
the evening" What Babel of crashing
wheels, hurrying humanity, and con-
glomerate noises it was Minnie Har-
Ian sat in the corner of an express office,
under the gas-light, surrounded by boxes,
and wondered whether people ever went
crazy in this perpetual din and tumult.
Her dress was very plain-gray poplin--
with a shabby, old fashioned little straw
bonnet, tied with black ribbons, and a
blue veil, while her only article Of bag
gage, the carpet bag, lay in her lap
She sat there two hours, and was very
tired.
Poor little thing thought the dark
haired young clerk nearest to her, who
inhabited sort of wire cage, under q
circle Of gas-lighls And then he took
up his pen and plunged into a perfect
Atlantic ocean Of accounts
"Mr. Evans )"
Sir"
The dark-haired clerk emerged from
his cage, with his pen behind his ear, in
obedience to the reckoning finger of his
superior.
81 have noticed that young woman
sitting here for sometime-how came she
here p
Expressed on. sir, from Millington,
lowa--arrived this afternoon.
As though poor Minnie Harlan were
box or a parcel.
"Who for 2" inquired the superior.
Consigned TO Walter Harrington,
Esq"
"Aud hasn't she been called for 2"
II sent up to Mr.. Harrington's adj
dress TO notify him, some time ago
expect an answer every moment"
VERY odd," said the gray-haired
gentlemen, taking up his newspaper.
eyes, sir; rather
Some three-quarters Of an hour after
ward, Frank Evans came to the pale
girls side with indescribablc pity in
his halle eyes
Miss Harlan, we have sent to Mr..
Harrington's residence"
Minnie looked up with feverish red
upon her check, and her hands clasped
tightly on the handle Of the faded car
pet-bag.
And we regret to inform you that be
sailed for Europe at IL o'clock to-day"
4 sudden blur came over Minnio's
eyos-sbe tromblod like leaf. Iu all
her calculations she had made no allow
ancc for an oxigcney like this.
"Can we do anything further for you %
questioned tho young clerk, politely.
"Notbing-no ono can do anything
nowp
Frank Evans was about turning away,
when something in The piteous tones Of
her voice appealed to every manly in
stinet within him, and he said
Shall send to any other Of your