The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-04-24
n COMMONPL ACE HISTORY.
insignificant Incidents In Two Lives Som,
Time Before Their Entirely Uriiinar,
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like other cities, lived a young girl
not uncommon aftor all, though Tin,
world may not believe there are sucl
young girls. For she was pretty, sht
was poor, she was alonc,' she hardl,
found food and fire and clothes enough
for dcccncy and ncatncss by unceasine
labors; and yet she was not u sinner
Her name was Sarah, yet nobody call
ed her Sadie. Indeed, nobody called
her anything distinguishing or indi
vidual. The grocer said, with ill-con
cealcd contempt, "Four cents, MISS
AS for the car-conductors, "Stcp live.
ly, lady," was their salntation if, aftc,
long walk to tho shop that gave out
shirts to be made at Ii cents, she was
tired and expended all the button
holes in riding back. "Is there not q
wilderness somewhere" Sarah used tc
say to her looking-glass, "wlerc ]
could go and make acquaintanccs? p
1t seems she had looking-glass. But
though the looking-glass told hc,
much that she cared nothing to know
it did not answer her that.
There continued one day to be in
another room in the attic young man
named Edward. Such things in such
places have no pcrccptible beginning
They were not, and thcy arc; like a
rim OF CRIME on u shirt-cuft. So with
Edward. Sarah did not know when
he came or that he came, but she be.
gan to perceive that he was there. III
fact, she met him on the stairs. lie
was neither tall nor short, neither
handsome nor plain. When he was
in his room he whistlcd aud some.
times tramped up and down. SaraI,
began to be Interested, not in the
youngman probably, but in the fac,
That there was q young man.
Well, such neighborhoods always
lead to certain results. When Edward
had passed her cighty-sevcn times on
the stairs he met hor for the eighty
eighth time and bowed slightly, but
distinctly. Sarah smiled. Three
weeks later he had said "Good morn
ing," and Sarah murmurcd to herself,
81 shall have an acquaintancc-I shall
have an acquaintance"
BY and by winter one day became
spring. Winter always suggests
spring much as hard-boiied cgg sug-
gcsts chicken pie. But suddenly one
day it is in the winter air that spring
is cOming-is coming ncarer-is han
pcning. 1t must be with nevcr-cnd-
ing wonder that we behold this recur-
ring miracle Of the resurrection; a
miracle, however, that heaven does
nnf onnOprnf1,, copc;lo, -
to work in the case Of the hard-boilcd
egg. The heathen would have said
that this is fate. But perhaps another
world will set it right.
The spring had not gone when Sarah
began to call Edward Edward and
Edward to call Sarah Sarah. This is
always All interesting formative peri
od in the acquaintance OF young
ran and a young maid. Here it came
about i'll all simplcness, as follows:
Sarah, before going to bed one eve
ming, was combing out her long but
thin yellow hair and tying up the
combings, with the ends all ono way,
in bunch against a rainy day. There
was a knock on tho lath and paper
partition wall, which had seemed to
her rs thick rs the Chinese wall and
which to Edward had seemed as won-
dcrlul and. sacred a thing as if it had
been built of twelve kinds of precious
stoncs-Or thirteen kinds, for the mat
ter of that. This was the partition
wall between their room. Sarah fin
ished tying up the savings with which
she was occupied, took off her short
print sack and then, wiping her hands,
claspcd them over her cxuuisitclv-
moulded bosom and cried: "INhat is
itr"
"What is your name, my little
neighbour? said the calm voice of the
young man from the other side of the
wall. Sarah, who had turned to an
swcr the knock, turned back to look
IN her glass moment before replying,
and then caught up q shawl and
muffied her shoulders in it. Then she
blushcd. Thou she smiled a little.
A woman's smile may be an unwill-
ing winter thaw or hearty summer
feryor of sunshine. Hero it was
neither.
After smiling q little, Sarah said {:
"My name is Sarah."
''My name is Edward" said Ed
ward. 81 wish you would let me call
yon Sarah"
every well, Edward" said Sarah,
blushing again. She didn't know why
| she blushcd.
Then there was delicious pause OF
a few moments. 1t was not tho wo-
man, you may be sure, who broke 50
sweet a silence. A woman may not
be wise at all times, but she knows
when she feels like holding her tongue
In this knowledge she cxcels all men.
"Sarah," said Edward, presently
"'why do you mako such a clattcr on
tho stairs?"
The young girl burst into musical
laughter; 81 am going to bed, Ed.
ward. and you had better 90, too
goodnight, Edward," was her only
answer. In fact she presently blew
out her candle and fell into sweet
sleep. Edward was puzzled.
Do YOU know what the young girl
said to herself when she laughed
Perhaps she began to fecl moro like q
sister or q mother to Edward than like
Observation-Disclosures.
Days passed and this pair became
more intimate. An acquaintance
grows ut tho start not like q lump o