Louisiana capitolian., 1879-07-19

There urc some emergencies, however,
In which people cannot interfere. A
girl like Lillias Warden must choose her
own fate--.it cannot be chosen for
her.
Gradually the shadows cleared away
from Lilies brow; the sunshine came
back to it. Aunt Agatha's words had
instillcd sort of doubt into her mind,
but how could that doubt lngcr long,
when once she thought of lloratins
Vunes noble forehead and soft, well
chosen words A philantbropist,
writer of sweet poems, u cultivated,
royal-spirited gentleman. Did sho not
know him better than any one else could
do
Aunt Agathy," she said, rising up
at last, aud 0inging her balf-completcd
wrcatl, of iilosclle rosebnds into the
work basket, ~ think shall go for u
walk. Millic Braine, my oldseamstrcss,
has q child dying Of consumption in n
tenement house down town. Twill take
her tum5cr Of jelly and n bottle OF
wine
MY dear said aunt Agatha, anxious
ly, do you think IL quito safe for n
young girl like you to be running about
in solitary places like that 2
But it is not solitary said Lille,
laughing. 'rhcrc are ut least ten fami-
lies in the house; and poor, overworked
Milly will bo 80 glad when come
Go, then, dear,' said aunt Agatha,
with little sigh. God forbid that any
words of mine should ward off the
slightest sunshine from such shadowcd
paths ~ that
Twilight in tenement chamber; the
chill dark Of winters night gathering
slowly in u iirclcss room, where the
black shadows seemed to cluster in ev-
cry angle like whispering spectrcs, and
the one tickcring dip-candlc sutliccd to
cast dim circle of light by the bed
where poor Millie Brainc sat, rocking
her ailing little girl to and fro. She
looked up with an expression of momon-
tary pleasure rs Lilies cheering voice
fell on her ear.
NO fire, MillyN asked the girl, look
ing around her with n SILVER.
'The Goals arc ont, Miss Lille
But you must have some more
How can l. Miss Lille, with never II
cent in my pockctP cried out the poor
woman, with momeutary irritation.
'Ah, it's little you rich people know what
the likes of lis have to endure Take
my advice, Miss Lille, and do not get
married.
why not, MillyF asked the young
lady, slightly recoiling at this unlocked
for echo of aunt Agatha's hetcrodox sch
tments on the subject of matrimony.
The woman lifted her hollow eyes to
Lilies face.
IF / hadn't been married and desert
cd, miss, dear she answered, Il would
hnr I I
mind it for myself, God knows, but
can't endure to see this poor creature
sullcrp with her cheek against tho
chlds brow.
'All men arc not alike, Milly,' said
Miss Warden, gently. 'Hcro--givo me
little Lottie. viii hold her while You
take this money and run down to the
corner for coal and kindling wood
Il had best not get too much at once,
miss, said M;llie, rising to her feet, with
u flush of gratitude dyeing her pale
cheek, for the landlord, miss, he is go
ing to turn M out tomorrow morning,
or maybe to; might, if the rent is not
paid, and
Nonsense y cried Lille. Turn you
out with this sick child' Why, there
is not q stone rr Il stick in the city that
would dare do such hcartless deed as
that.
Mlly shook her head.
you do not know what sort of people
there are in this world, Miss Lille said
she. And there is six weeks rent ow-
ing, and
Il will speak to him myself tomorrow,
if you will give me his name and ad-
dress, said Lille impctnously. Tn the
meantime go lor the coal as quickly as
you can. This air is like that of Green
land
And taking tho child tcndcrly in into
her arms, she sat down in the chair Just
vacated by poor Milly Braine, and began
to mlrmur in it's ear some of the fairy
tales of her own youth.
Suddenly the sound of voices in alter
cation one tn staircase reached her ear
She paused in tho middle of story
while little Lottio clung closer to her
shoulder.
It's the landlord, said the child
Leastways, the man that owns the
house. ooh, dear; he is going to turn
us out. Where shall we gO9 What
shall we doN
And, excited by, vague terror, her
little heart began to beat like u minia-
ture trip hammer.
The next minute the door flew open
and Millie Braine came in, closely fol-
lowed by tall, portly form.
Come, now, have endured this Just
about as long as am going TOP Sick,
poor, out of work That is what every
good for nothing beggar about the