The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-07
LOVE AND LAW.

There are always two sides to these questions, you know" said Murray Len nox.
 Mir. Arkwright, the lawyer, balanced himself on the two hind legs of his chair and polished the end of his nose re. fectively,
 Not doubt of it, my young friend, not doubt of it," he said, 'tbut, you see, it's my business to see only one side " "That may be law, but it isn't justice" observed Lennox.
 "The two terms are not necessarily synonymous"
 "I did not come here to chop logic" {" said Lennox, little impatiently.
 "Well," nodded Mr. Arkwright, with the least possible approach to smile on his lips, '' 1 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 E,!erslies-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 g' Well--yes; 1 suppose that is the state of the case. But you are not re- sponsible for that
 In measure am
 Quixotism, MT. Lennox--mere Quix- otism, Pray dismiss any such far-fetched idea from your head. assure you "-- beg your pardon, MT. Arkwright :; did not propose to detain you further than to obtain the address of Mir. Ellers- lie.
 The lawyer shrugged his shoulders, but nevertheless wrote few words on a slip of paper. Murray Lennox glanced at 1t in surprise.
 n, what, It IS a tenement house in Bland street." he exclaimed.
 :" Exactly so; bat it is quite respect able neighborhaod, l believe. MT. Artwright pluuged once more mo drift of tape-titd packages and big cooks bound in dingy russet leather, ls his eccentric young client departed. Tenement houses may answer every 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 It wasunquestionably "genteel, how. ever. Miss Farley kept select school on the first floor Mir. Johnson, who gave lessons on the flute and piano. and Mrs Drecy, who "cut and fitted dresses Tn Parisian style on the very lowest HEms," occupied the second story; and two or three pale seamstresses a wood engraver, clerk, and manufacturer of artificial flowers were packed compactly away above, like sardines in 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. "had 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 roo, where 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 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 lace to face with her you could not but confess that she was very pleasant to look upon, with wholesome pink cheeks, a complexion entirely yindependent of rose balm" or "cream of pearls" and pretty, regular teeth, that shone brightly when ever she smiled or spoke.
 Good news, KateW she said, cheerily, taking of her hat as if it were an encum- brance to the pretty head. "Tve a whole dozen plain shirts ta 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- chet work :"
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 Cultivate it then, dear" said the young sister, with a laugh. "These must be finished by Saturday noon." By Saturday noon p cried Kate, iretfully. It is not possible" ., Oh, yes, it is. Come, dear, get your thimble."
 Kate Ellerslie burst into tears, and threw the unofending shirts disdainfully from her.
 You never had any aristocratic pride, Emily. You would be willing to