The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1880-03-23

occurred to me of stealing an Interview
with you. So / sent John home and
here am" statS ~ kE
"But. Flora, what would my uncle say
labout II p S 8S8 g3e' IL
HE never will know" said Flofy,
aemurely @And besides, Lizzie, inv;
! conscience does not condemn me fdrI
this Wait. Papas conduct has been sps
unkind, go actually inhuman toward yol<
Think OF it, dearest After providinR
lyou with luxnrisnt bome until recent<
Nv, 10 turn you out Of doors just fa'rl
marrying p9or artist land you bis own
sisters daughter, soo.' : sgT.-, s
"True" said the young lady whom
Flora addressed as LIZ J. t...Yet, ,H IL
we're not for Clements continued, illnes
and poyerty,I should not regret. ioyA
moment ihat--',s e g sssss. 2 i9sss''s
The door was rudely pushed open at
this moment, without even tbe trifingi
lformality of warning knock, and .
wiry looking head, with sharp terrier.
like eyes to match, was nnceremoniously
thrust in the room.
II say, missus, is that ere money
ready vel 2" 8
Lizzie had turned very pale and clasp
ed her wan fingers tightly together.
~ am very sorry she Hammered,
la5ut r."
The head and eyes now advanced en-.
ltireiy into the room, accompanied by the
short, thick-set figure to which they be-
llonged.
.Look here, marin y. began the man,
Iharshly, ..this is the third week you've
had this ERE two rooms and not one red
cent of rent have set eyes on. Needn't
tell me your husbands sick there's
plenty of tenants / can get whose hps-I
bands ain't sick. I don't want to hear
any excuses--they don't amount to
nothing jest want you to understand
this much-if them three dollars amt
Inaid down before the clock strikes FIVE,
out you go. bag and baggage, onto the
pavement. I've stood this kind Of non.
sense long enough.
He disappeared closing the door be-
hind him with bang that made the
walls rattle. Flora bad listened to the
brief colloquv with paling cheek, which
grew whittier as Lizzie burst into parox-
ysm Of tears, hiding her face in her
hands. Flora srose and bent over the
bowed form with caressine touch.
Dearest, are things really Us bad as
jthisp 9ss y
.Lizzie replied only BY sobs.
"Can't you contrive to raise the mon.
ley to pay this man r. @ - =
"How can II" moaned LIZZIE. @Ev-
erything we had except the very bed up
I'm which Clement hes is sold OF pawneds
l am faint from the lack OF bresd, and ii
is impossible to obtain even the most
poorly paid work. -
Flora's lips quivered. Shs had never
beheld poverty in this gastly guise bel
! "Oh. Il could only help vou!' sbe
sighed. "Bnt papa, never gives me anv
money: he pays my bills cheerfully, but
everything must pass through his own
hands" saj 30 - slaf Ian 80
1t would kill Clement to be moved ~
[sobbed Lizzie. IF ] could hat Obtain
the three dollars; would not care for
aught else u ss is'}i,ss -
alAs Flora bent over her cousin, q
shining braid of glossy, golden hair be-
came detached from its fastening and
fell from beneath her hat. She put up
her hand mechanically to replace II, and
at that moment she remembered the
words Of Mr. Macassar
"Lizziei' she exclaimed. impetuousls !,
"wait few minutes and you shall have
the money l will be back 10 about
half an hour.
And she hurried away with crimson
cheeks and sparkling eyes. assT
Mr. gMacassar was longing idly over q
newspaper when Miss Monlague again
entered his place le ~
L "Sir, she said advancing close up to
the counter, and ! speaking in low,
trembling voice, II have concluded 10
hasemy hair cutoff. Will you give me
three dollars for it p - aesG ns,fs.
The spruce coiffnre started Was
Miss Montague in earnest on was this
only a jest z zsa asgaa hsHslitisea
"Wby do you not answer me p quer-
led she sharply. aA3S0@
"Certainly, certainly, Miss Mon
tague, @stammered~th bewildered hair
|dresser. recovering his tongue. II shall
be most happy IL you wish II. Please to
step this way" ais ssisAa s q
4 Poor Flora! Never before had her
i golden waves OF. hair seem half go lus.
trous and lovely as they did OF that mo-
ment that the def fingers of Francois
lunbraided them and passed the cruel,
cleaning SCISSORS among the brigh,
J strands; and when Mr. Macasear, With
polite alacrity. presented her with bank
note, the great big figure s3''s might
ljust as well have been an Egyptian bic
] lroglyphic for all that her now tear vim
ming eyes could decipher of it
She carried the money directly to Liz
zie, and then, woman-like, went straigh,
to her bone, looked in the glass and
cried heartily, s.s 6s3a,ss ~
She had been very proud OF those
lpale-hrow wn tresses, threaded with gold
land blending into auburn lights, at each
turn OF her tinty head. And now they
we're gone. ne..ss..--.
, = a,.s* - So
"Who is that pretty girliust coming in
the room. in the while Grape, with blue
lfor-gei -me-nots in her hair. and the LITTLE
short dancing curls, like bits Of coiled
sunshine. round her head ?" s. = ,,
The speaker was an eiaborately dress
ed young man who stood with gold
' mounted glass at his eye, IN, Mrs. War
: rener's brilliantly sglighied saloon. Al
his side stood tall, foreign-lookine
e gentleman. with large black eyes ant
somewhat naughty but handsome face
He had bent eagerly forward upon hear
9 ing his companions remarks.