San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-03-16

TOOK such an lnslBniicanI person ihte
consideration at ALL"
Snow, Uncle Mare, please dom
tease"
"She wants something enormous
said the old gentleman, addressing the
walls. "Whenever | am Uncle Mare,
| know what TO expect next"
But just then the kindly man detected
signs of trouble in Miles face; and the
testing voice was turned at once to one
of tender gravity.
"What is it, my childP"
"Cyril Ormsby came to see me last
evening, and he will come here to-day
but wanted to see you first. He wants
me to be his wife, Uncle Mare, and"-
she hesitated herc-"you do not like
him!"
"Who told you thatp"
"No one; but l see it for myself"
"Well, you are right. I do not like
him. But my like or dislike has no con-
troll over YOU"
"No CONTROL" Miles voice was
piteous. "Please don't talk so. /
come to you as l would have gone to my
father"
"There, dear, was wrong. Tell
me, then, rs you would have told your
father, do you love Mr.. OrmsbyP"
xL.,,l, h. So, bo ,,ol1n,% +
knew. If you could 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 sympathy in
my work, Uncle Marc, feeling, as do,
that the possession of great wealth is
but stewardship" ....
"And so won your love?"
"My respect and admiration, uncle.
l can not yet realize that man so no
BILE and so good can really desire my
companionship and help in his life.
But, since he does, am glad and proud
to have won his confidence"
Hem-yes! Enthusiastic, but heart
whole!" was Mr.. Wilkinson's mental
comment. "Suppose you and go for
a walk ?" he added, aloud.
GA walk?" Mile said, in tone of
surprise. ..... .
"Yes. have friend or two l should
like to have you see. When we come
back will tell you whyI dislike Cyril
Ormsby, it," he added, mentally, "you
have not already found out.'' i
1t was not exactly such walk as one
would have mapped out for a gentle.
mans invitation to young, beautiful
girl; but Mile followed it's 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 wnere Mr.. Wilkinson
had never before allowed his ward to
60. 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 quar-
ter, Mr.. Ormsby seems neglectful,"
said Mr.. Wilkinson, dryly. 81 have
an interest 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 privilege he gives them, till
he is discouraged in his efforts to do
them any good"
"Oh! step in here!"
1t was a poor place, scantily furnish
ed, and cheerless. Upon Il cot-bed a
woman lay, in the last stages of con-
She looked up eagerly to Mr..
81 hope you are better" he said,
kindly.
"No; l shall never be better. If
may only die in peace; it is all ask"
"Mr. Ormsby will not disturb you
now!"
"Jennie has gone to him. Yesterday
lie sent word that if the rent was not
'eady to-day at y, out we must go. I've
paid it regularly for five years, but he
ion't think of that. All Jennie's made
he last month she has had to pay for
ire and wood. She's but fifteen, and
Ter pay is small"
"What do you owe Cyril Ormsby?"
"Thirty shillings!"