The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-02-21

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Carrie is . martyr TO the cause" n
EYES, and how pale and half-starved
she looks!" returned his landlady. -
don't believe they have half enough 70
eat how can theyP IL stands to reason.
I've seen Miss Carrie buying halt
pound OF steak At the butchers time
and again; how far would that 80.
prayr You may rely upon IT. u
was for the old lady's dinner; my cook
tells me the rest Of 'em lives on mush
and milk. Pretty stuff for Mas Carrie
70 teach ON all day and watch all night!
And Just you look at her gown, DR.. Gil
bert, il ever you notice such things
some men-folks don't; and all the
pleasure she has she gets from that
handful OF house-plants there. Does
any body ever see her at a concert or
matinee, I'd like TO knowP I've mo-
ticed that the very clothes on the line
were patched, and I'm not one who
looks after my neighbors' affairs very
sharply, neither"
"Lost all her good looks, has sheP"
thought DIR. Gilbert, his eyes still wan
dering toward his young neighbor.
" She certainly is thin as shadow and
pale as a spirit,r he confessed aloud.
"If Miss Carrie had somebody TO cos
set and care for her, and lived a. her
ease, with no harrassments and nagging,
she wouldn't be so ALTERED plain 70 my
thinking, or blue and pinched looking"
continued Mrs. Stare. ssIsometimes long
to ask her in for q good square meal;
but, Lor'! they're proud as Lucifer-
poor folks mostly are, you see-and It
would break their hearts to know that
any body suspected they were needy.
did send in some pie-plant once,
Just after moved into the neighbor-
hood; il was the first of the season,
grown in my own garden. They were
much obliged, you know, and all
that, in 4 proper way, but saw old
Bucket, who takes the swill in this
street, carry il off in his pail week
later, and reckoned they couldn't at
ford the sweetening for it,
"From whom was Miss PARROTS
money inherited?" asked DIR. Gilbert
idly. "She didn't make it, suspect"
"Bless YOU. from her own father,
to be sure; and there's the sin of il.
Wasn't he Mrs. Fane's mothers father
too, I'D like to ask? and why doesn't
she have her shareP I've no patience
with folks who keep means that doesn't
belong to 'em. even If it is left 'em in
somebody's will made out of spite. You
see, old lady PARROT and Mrs. Fane's
mother were half-sisters; she had other
sisters on her mothers side, Miss Par
rott had, and the nieces who left her to
the mercy of the smallpox are their
daughters; and ten TO one they'll have
the property, instead of the Fanes,
though il all came by way of Mrs.
Fane's own grandfather, Grandfather
Parrott. They say he was crusty old
fellow, and took offense with his daugh-
ter's husband, Mrs. Fane's father, and
never got over it, but disowned the
whole kit Of 'em, and left all his money
to his eldest daughter, that old virago
over yonder- But when her sister died
. poor widow, Miss PARROT took her
only child-that Is, Mrs. Fane--and
brought her up, as l told you. Wasn't
it cruelp"
"Cruel enough said DIR. Gilbert.
shut Of course she will make it right in
her will"
"Perhaps 50, II her old heart isn't
hardened like Pharaoh's. II were in
your place, DR.. Gilbert, I'D give her q
hint
ut doesn't seem to be my business
to interfere
ats every body's business TO help
the widow and the fatherless. Speak.
ing of angels, there she is now-Mis:
Carrie, l mean. They want you,
guess the old lady's got an i'll turn
she's always breathing her last and
frightening them half to death. Just
you notice her poor little hands; they
} are all chapped, and you can almost see
, through 'em."
DR.. Gilbert did more than notice them
, when he met her in the hall; he held one
: of them in his own broad palm. whers
, 1t trembled q moment. II seemed
, to him, Just then, that he would like
| to keep it longer, but she drew il away
J gently, and he followed her to the bed
| side OF Miss PARROT and prescribed /
+ composing draught.
, "Have YOU ever heard Staccato sing
Miss Carrier" he asked as she let hin
Q out.
. " Neither Staccato nor any body else
9 to speak Of" laughed Carrie.
D 1.-THE season Is remarkably dull, q
: they say: every body, with the excep
3 ton Of Miss PARROT, Is preternaturall
r healthy just now; SO mean TO dissi
o pate this evening. Staccato sings her
d tonight. Could you, will you, max
) the pleasure greater by listening wit
n me?'' DIR. Gilbert found himse
< strangely embarrassed in speaking
n this plain, poverty-stricken girl In tn
> shabby alapaca, with chapped hand
n and a certain pinched expression abot
% the lips. But how the wan, colorles
- face frightened At the request! what
I, warm tint sutfused the cheek how hs