The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1879-05-09

earn IuCii pitdh' IL JndB Ou,
Kathleen ? Why don't you bring
in the ice water ut once, instead OF
standing thereY
Kathleen obeyed; ; bat the drea.
ry, homesick feeling that thrilled
through all her pulses can hardly
be described. ....
eff | was only at home again.
she thought, " where the poorest
and meanest have kind word for
each other. They scorn and hate
me here and sure, Eve tried to do
my best, but the lady has IA heart
of stone, and even the little chill
dren i'll the nursery, with their
French maid, make fun Of Irish
Kathleen"
And this lone exile wept herself
to sleep on her solitary pillow that
night. 1t was a mere closet Of a
room, without light or ventilation,
that she occupied. Mrs. Arnott
thought any place good enough tor
Kathleen. The bed was hard, and
insufficiently provided with cloth
ing, but Mrs. Arnott said carelessly,
twas no doubt IL great deal better
than she was accustomed to at
home. And she had just paid a
large SUN for draping the drawing
room windows with lace and broca,
telle, so, of course, there was moth
ing left for such a trito as the com
fort OF her servants.
is Kathleen sick, mamma ?" lit
tie Julia Arnott asked one day.
" She cries so much and looks so
white"
Mr.. ArnOtt, a stout built, good
natured man of forty or therea
bouts, glanced up from his paper.
"What does the child mean,
? | hope you look little
after your girls"
"Of course | do. Kathleen is a
silent, sullen thing, and shall dis
charge her next month. Natalia
has a sister who wants a place."
Has she any friends in the
country-kathleen, | meant"
" Not that | know Of"
"Seems to me | wouldn't dis
charge her then. 1t would be rath-
er hard, unless she is guilty of
some fault"
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip.
Gentlemen understand nothing
of the management of a household"
said she, tartly. These girls
haven't our sensitive natures, eth
er. They are quite used to knock
ing around the world. Are you
going down town now ~
" Yts.'
a wish you'd stop and ask DR..
Hart to stop here this morning
little Clarence is feverish."
Anything serious2'
al hope not" the mother an
swered, "but l like to take these
things in time"
DR.. Hart leaned over Clarence's
title crib. He involuntarily utter
I'd the name of some malignant
.ype of fever just then raging in
he city.
81 wish that you had sent for me |
before. | fear it is too late to Sc
.ure the exemption of your little |
mes. But with constant care we
nay save the little fellow. You |
lave a good nurse 7"
can excellent one. | can trust |
Jatalia as | would myself"
"You are tortunate," said the
loctor. He had scarcely closed the
oor, when Natalia came to her
distress.
"My month expires tomorrow,
,adam; will you pay me my wages
nd let me take my departure at
nce?'
'But, Natalia, the babyis sick"
cones first duty is to ones self;
would not risk the injection fol
vice what you pay me-"
And Natalia packed her trunk
nd departed without coming into
le nursery to bid little Clarence
Ood-bye.
The cook was the next to give
arning. Matilda, the laundress,
'ok herself off without any. pre-
ceremony.
I" | am going, too," said the seam
ress. MRS. Arnott wouldn't a,
ave lifted her finger if we'd been |
wing, and L believe in doing to ,
hers as they do to me-" [
And almost before she knew it, d
Ie stricken mother was left alone {
: the bedside of her suffering babe. I
eighbors crossed on the other side c
the street like Priest and Levites t
old friends contented them v
lives with sending to enquire S
zen hired nurses avoided the ma a
ynant fever.
AIS there no one to help me? =
le moaned, wringing her white L
weled hands together. +" Have $
pity and womanly sympathy n
ed out of the world y a
A slight noise caused her to turn, +
I'd Kathleen O'Neil was at her !;
de, busy arranging the table. n
{" thought you, too, had gone, :
athleen y she cried. a
+" Sure, ma'am, what should / be 4
ling for 7 and the bits of children y
*, and you in sore trouble! L
lrSed the brothers and sisters at
me, and know just what needs
be done :