The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-07-28
MISS ARNOLD.
Another Story of Love that was True,
but Didn't Run Smooth.
BY THE AUTHOR OF 1.-TWO OLD MEMS
TALES" ETC.
CHAPTER II (coNTINUED.)

see! Sdlu Une generous girl. IL you
could see what she suffers from every
thing-from things that | do not even
feel, far less care for-you would be SO
sorry for her."
Mrs. Danvers looked with increasing
interest upon the speaker. She seemed
to wish to go on with the conversation
about this sister so much pitied; so she
said, 81 believe what you say is very
true. Very true, Catherine, i'll spite OF
your skeptical looks. Some people really
do suffer very much more than others
under the same circumstances of priva-
ton"
"Yes, selfish people, like Myra,"
thought Catherine, but she said nothing.
"Indeed, madam, il is so. They seem
to feel everything so much more. Poor
Myra-I can sleep like top in our bed,
and she very often can not close her eyes
and the close room, and the poor food
I can get along-I was made to rough
it, my poor aunt always said--but
Myra."
"Well, but" rejoined Catherine, edo
pray tell us how you came to this cruel
pass? Your poor father"
ellis illness was very lingering and
very painful-and several times surgi-
cal operation was required. My mother
could not bear-could any of us?-to
have it done by the poor, laundering
operator of that remote village. To have
a surgeon from Nottingham was very ex-
pensive; and then the medicines; and
the necessary food and attendance. The
kindest and most provident father can
not save much out of one hundred and
ten pounds year, and what was saved
was soon all gone"
"Well, well, ," repeated Catherine, her
eyes fixed with intense interest upon the
speaker.
His deathbed was a painful scene,"
Lettice went on, her face displaying her
emotion, while she with great effort re-
strained her tears: che trusted in God;
but there was fearful prospect before
us, and he could not help trembling for
his children. Dear, dear father! he re-
preached himself for his want of faith,
and would try to strengthen us, but the
flesh, he said, was weak. He could not
look forward without anguish. 1t was a
fearful struggle to be composed and CON
tlding-he could not hel p being anxious.
II was for us, you know, not for him
self"
"FrightfulW cried Catherine, indig-
nantly; 'frlghtful. that a man of educa-
ton, scholar, a gentleman, man of so
much activity IN doing good, and 50
much power IN preaching 1t, should be
brought to this. One hundred and ten
pounds year-was that all? How could
you exist
we had the house and the garden be-
sides, you Know, and my mother was such
an excellent manager; and my father!
NO religious OF the seVerest order was
ever more sell-denylng, and there was
only me. MY aunt Price, you know,
took Myra-Myra had been dellcate from
a enid, and was so beautiful, and she
was never made TO rougn 1t, my mother
and my aunt SAID Now seemed made
expressly Tor the purpose, she added,
smiling with perfect simplicity.
And his Illness, SO long! and so ex-
penslVe! exclaimed Catherine, with a
sort OF cry.
es, 1t was-and to see the pains he
took that 1t should not be expensive, He
Woulu be quite annoyed II my mother
got anything nicer than usual Tor his din
ner. she used to be oDllged to make a
mystery OF 1t; and we were forced almost
to go down upon oar knees to get him to
nave the surgeon from Nottingham.
Nothing but the idea that his life would
be more secure IN such hands could have
persuaded HIM into 1t. He knew how
important that was to us; As for the
pam whlcn lhe Duhgtlng ola doctor hard
by would have gwen hlm, he would have
borne that rather Than nave spent money,
u, Catherine! there have been times upon
times when have envied the poor They
have hospitals to go to; they are not
ashamed to ask tor a little wine from
those who have 1T; they can beg when
they are IN want OF morsel OF bread. 1t
Is natural. 1t Is rlghLt--they feel 1t to be
right. But y, tor those, as they call 1t,
beIter oorinl' ana educated TO habits OF
lhought ike those OF my, poor lather.
want s' indeed! IKE an
armed man, when he comes into their
dwellings, -,
100 True, my dear young lady, sald
Mrs Danvers, whose eyes were by this
time moist; "Dut 60 on, II 1t does not
pam you TOO much; your story Is exces-
SiVely interesting lhere is yet a wide
step between Where your relation leaves
us, and where / f0und you.