Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1880-02-12
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VHAT HELEH LOST AID WON.
BY stMARAH."

Have you got that almost finished,
Helenp'
Almost, mother. Only afew more
pages, and then it goes.
/ The sweet voice sounded cheerful
and strong, and the mother was hap
PLY prevented from seeing the pensive
Hook on the fair face which bent over
the desk, and she lay back on her pill
low with a faint sigh Of relief, while
the young girls pen travelled over
the manuscript pages.
i was so afraid you wouldn't finish
it i'll time, the invalid said agaiu.--.
You have been so driyen, poor child,
with your many cares that | wonder
20 write at all. I don't Know what
we should have done without it,
though. When you get paid for
those two you took in last week you
can buy me a little wine and fruit. Ii
1 could only have that, | think it
would strengthen me and help me to
get WELL
Cheer up, mother, dear You shall
have them. As soon as | can pay up
that little bill at Towards, he will let
me have credit again, and then | can
get it for you. But must not allow
myself to think of anybhing until this
sketch is finished, and she applied
herself with renewed energy to her
task, while The invalid lay silent, but
with a faint smile Of expectancy
wreathing her pale lips, .tfnf4
When her sketch was corrected and
rolled up she took down her hat and
shawl, which were beginning to look
painfully shabby,despite the taste and
ingenuity that had been expended in
extinguishlng the rayages of time and
constant use, and bidding her mother
goodbye, set out with anxious, yet
hopeful heart.
Her efforts had been successful thus
far, and there seemed no reason to
fear different result this time.
As she entered the place of her des-
tination, however, the editor came
forward to meet her, his greeting sen.
ding hope afresh TO her heart.
'Good-d y; you have two sketehe:
here this week, | believe. Sit down
and l will see obout them
He was absent some time, and She
was keeping up her courage by build.
ing prospective air castles, when he
came back to her with a parcel in hi.
hand.
4 am very sorry, Miss Rose, bu
your sketches have not been accepted
this week
Neither of them she faltered in {
choking voice.
Neither: we are sorry to say. Di,
You bring any to-day?'
| Mechanically Helen handed hin
the parcel she had brought and turne,
away. As reached the door she pause,
for an instant, with a faint excla
nation:
Oh, mother! how can you bear thi
blow?'
A tall handsome man Of thirty o
thereabouts, standing near the door
had heard the exclamation and caugh
sight of the fair face, and as she pass
cd out he turned to the proprietor:
THAT young lady has a very inter
esting yace. Who is she?'
She has never given us her name
She has been writing for us under tn
non de pl,tme oe wild Rose
Indeed? Then she is the autho
those charming sketches that | hav
read With 50 much interest. How
it that anything of hers is rejected
1T didn't suit this time fel
sorry for her but such often happt II
to our best contributors, he answered
i suppose so. Her name is over,
appropriate one. She looks like
little wild rose- Do you know wher
she livespp
mo She is very reticent on sue
matters, Bit J ~ l.'y ,
But his friend had taken prccipi
tate and unceremonious departure
and descending the steps three ut