The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-04-06

lOOh SuCl al lnSlSnlIcanI person lnI'
consideration at all"
"Now, Uncle Marc, please dom
tease"
"She wants something enormous,
said the old gentleman, addressing tn,
walls. Whenever am Uncle Marc
l know what to expect next"
But just then the kindly man detect
ed signs of trouble in Miles face, anc
the testing voice was turned at once tt
one of tender gravity.
"What is it, my child?"
cyril Ormsby came to see me las
evening, and he will come here to-day
but wanted to see you first. He wants
me to be his wife, Uncle Marc, and
she hesitated here-''you do not like
him."
"Who told you that?''
"No one; but see it myself"
"Well, you are right. do not like
him But my like or dislike has nc
control over you"
mo controlr' Miles voice was
pite Gus. "Please don't talk so. | come
to you as l would have gone to my
father"
There, dear, | was wrong. Tell me,
then, as you would have told your
father, do you love Mr.. Ormsby?"
Il think he is the noblest man ever
knew. If you should see him with some
of my poor people, how gentle and
courteous he is, you would like him,
too. He has given me so much sympa-
thy in my work, Uncle Marc, feeling, as
| do, that the possession of great wealth
is but stewardship.
"And so won your loveph
My respect and admiration, uncle.
l cannot yet realize that man so noble
and so good can really desire my COM
panionship and help in his life. But,
since he does, am glad and proud to
have won his confidence"
Hem-yes! Enthusiastic, but heart
wholen' was Mr.. Wilkinson's mental
comment. "Suppose you and l 90 for
a walk?' he added, aloud.
"A walk?" Mile said, in tone of
surprise.
Eyes. 1 have a friend or two
should like to have you see. When we
come back will tell you why | dislike
Cyril Ormsby'' if he added men,
tally, "you have not already found
out"
1t was not exactly such walk as one
would have mapped out for gentle
mans invitation to young, beautiful
girl; but Mile followed its course,
leaning upon her guardians arm, Won
dering little, but never hesitating,
past the respectable portion of the city,
to quarter known as the Factory
Row." place where Mr.. Wilkinson
had never before allowed his ward to
go, for there were apt to be fevers
and contagious diseases lurking there.
1t lay low, and was unhealthy, and the
houses were of the meanest description.
"For noble philanthropist, partly
owning these factories and this quarter,
Mr.. Ormsby seems neglectful, said
Mr.. Wilkinson, dryly. Il have an in
terest in the factories, as you are aware,
but do not own one of these wretched
houses. They are all Cyril Ormsby's."
But" Mile said, eagerly, these
people will not let him benefit them.
They use his charity for drink; they
abuse any privileges he gives them, till
he is discouraged in his efforts to do
them any good"
"Oh! step in herer'
1t was a poor place, scantily fur
nished, and cheerless. Upon a cot-bed
woman lay, in the last stages of con-
sumption. She looked up eagerly to
Mr.. Wilkinson.
81 hope you are better" he said,
kindly.
"No; l shall never be better. If l
may only die in peace; it is all | ask"
Mr.. Ormsby will not disturb you
nowp"
Jennie has gone to him. Yesterday
he sent word that if the rent was not
ready to-day at twelve, out we must 90.
I've paid regularly for five years, but he
don't think of that All Jennie made
the last month she has had to pay for
fire and food. She's but fifteen, and
her pay is small"
"What do you owe Cyril Ormsby?
"Thirty shillingsr'
And if he is not paid to-day he will
put you out in the street to die?'
HE says the workhouse is the place
for paupers.'
At this moment a slim, pale girl of
fifteen came in, crying bitterly.
"Mr. Wilkinson was out" she began;
and then, seeing her visitors, she cried
eagerly: 80 Mr.. Wilkinson, you will
not let mother be put into the street.
I'll pay every penny, sir, if you will
wait till she is better, and can get my
full time to work.
"Have you seen Mr.. Ormsby to-day,
Jennie?" the old gentleman asked.
eyes, sir. He said he had no time
to hear any whining. The agent will
be here at twelve, and if the money is
not paid he will put us out.''
MAY I?'' whispered Mile. s..
just as you please, my dear. Per-
haps this dying woman or her child
will drink up your charity"
Hush, hushn'
So tenderly, so delicately Mile gave
her charity that there was only the
deepest gratitude awakened without the
CALLING sense of obligation. She left
more than sufficient for comfort for
some weeks, and promised to send deli
cacies for the invalid. ....