The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-05-26
WEDNESDAY MORNING. MAY 26, 1880.
sThere-that will dor sharply

see why you need be hinging the
factory in my face all the time
Oh, it's bad enough to have 8
niece obliged to drudge for hel
living, withaut hearing of it forty
times a day
The deep scarlet glow mounted
into Clara Cones transparent
checks.
4 could not pay you my board,
aunt said she, if l did not earn
the money within the four walls
of the factory. But if the subject
is disagreeable to you, l will en-
deavor to avoid it as much as
possible for the FUTURE
It was now six months since
Clara Cone had arrived, a home
less orphan, with all her worldly
belongings packed in shabby lit
tie leather travelling bag at Mrs.
Brushby's door, when the evening
stage rolled up the street.
Aunt she said, trying to re-
press the rising sob in her throat,
will you give me home? | am
your sisters orphan daughter >
Mrs. Brushby had received her
as cordially as fish might have
done.
Il suppose you'll have to stay
said Mrs. Brushby surlily. But l
didn't die aud leave a swarm of
orphans for my sisters to take
care of. Oh, yes, you can stay,
and perhaps I can find you a Sit
uation as 'uressmaker's apprentice
or shop girl, somewhere! Be-
cause, Of course, no one can ex-
pect me to keep great girl like
you for nothing
Upon which Clara bestirred
herself actively, and had been
heartily thankful to obtain a place
in the pin factory, in the glen be-
low the village, whore half a hun
dred other pale-faced operatives
worked for a scanty livelihood
and Mrs. Brushby charged her a
high price for board and got
ser7ant.maid's work out Of her
before and after hours into the
bargain.
4 should like to 60 to church,
aunt Clara had ventured to say
one Sunday morning, when the
naples in the glen were all blaz'
ing in their autumn colors, and
the crisp autumn sunshine turned
the village spires to gold.
That's just like your selfish
ness, Clara Gone = said Mrs. Brush
by, acidly. And let me stay at
home; for, of course, one of us
must remain, to see that we're
not robbed by tramps: and to cook
the dinner
But couldn't I go in the even
ing, aunt?'
Certainly not = said Mrs. Brush
by, with emphasis. / belong tc
the 'Rebecca Band which always
meets in the chapel of Sunday
evenings, and Deacon Halsteac
calls for me in his box-wagon. l.
you feel so piously Inclined witt
a covert sneer, you can read you'
prayer-book at home
And so Clara Cone found her
self gradually degeneratlng into
the merest household drudge, un
der her raunt's iron rule. She wen
nowhere and saw nobody.
'Prettyr Mrs. Brushby woulc
scornfully remark, when a neigh
bor chanced to hazard an opinion
concerning her niece. Nonsense
Just exactly like colorIess celery
sprout that has grown in the eel
lar-aad never a word to say foI
herself! !
And if, by any chance, Glars
was invited to join in any o
the neighborhood festivities, Mrs
Brushby made haste to decline to-
her.
Clara never goes out said she
She hss no taste for such things
poor dear
UNI people began actually t'
believe that Clara Cone was eithe
a recluse or an idiot.
The pale factu:y-girl had JUS
taken the teapot of the stove
upon this especial evening" whe'
Mrs. Brushby uttered an excla
nation Of surprise,
'Whisk the things into th
closet-quick, Clara!' said she
Put the bread behind the famil.
Bible. Don't leave that bottle