The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-06-26

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| feel when darling papa was alive; when
l was young lady in my own home,
instead of Aunt Jasper's poor drudge
and servant"
The blue dress fitted to charm. Gin
derella took some violets from bouquet
in her cousins room, and fastened them
at her pretty, white throat, and in her
yellow hair.
"Just for memory's sake!" she told
herself. ITO remind me of the dear
old days, gone forever! when liked to
look pretty for papa"
She had lovely face, girlish and
sweet, especially charming when lighted
up, as it was now by warm blush of
innocent pleasure. dear little lovable
lady she looked as she tripped down
stairs, quite lieht-hearted for once, and
went into the parlor, where she seated
herself at the piano, and presently be-
gan to play.
Bridget, the maid ola ll-work, who
performed all the labor of the household
that was out of poor Cinderel las prov
ince or beyond her strength Bridget
saw her as she came downs tairs.
The Irish girl had only been in the
house short time, and had never seen
miss Ella" except in her shabby
clothes-she recognized the blue dress
as Miss Minnie's-and (for the cousins
had hair of the same color supposed
Immediately that it was her young mis-
tress herself whom she saw; notion
! which was confrme when Ella went
into the parlor and began to sing and
play.
"Shure thin, thou ght the poor little
thing ola niece wouldn't get the white
dress done in time" mu tered she. ''Its
a slave they do be making of her en-
tirely. And miss had to stay at home,
afther all; and | 'spose the poor child
has been scolded foinely, and is up-
sthairs, cryin' her purity eyes out"
A ring at the door-btll disturbed
Budgets meditations. Mr. Fred Wall
ing had called to offer his escort to the
young ladies, on the bare chance of their
not having started yet.
Miss Jasper is out, l presume" he
said to the maid. 81 thought I might
possibly"
""Deed an she is not out" said
Bridget, positively. "Ye may hear her
for yerself. this minute. in the parlor,
a-singin' an playin' beautiful and,
mentally, honest Bridget added: "Oi
never knew she could sing 50 swately
before"
Ella was singing sweetly indeed The
visitor, entering unobserved by her,
stood like one entranced, until the song
died away in wailing sob, and the
singers golden head was bowed upon
her hands as memory and grief over
came her. Then Fred Walling came
forward impulsively, his whole gene r.
Gus heart stirred at the sight of her
| trouble.
"My dear Miss Minnie" he began,
but stopped short in dire confusion, as
the weeping girl turned suddenly and
showed him his mistake.
| 'It is not Miss Minnie!" he cried; 81
beg a thousand pardons for my intru-
sion. The girl said that Miss Jasper
Ills eyes had searched her sweet, pa
thetic face with eager interest while he
was speaking; and now he paused, then
broke out suddenly:
know you now! Yes. / am sure 1
know you. You are Ella Som srs-Doc-
tor Somers' daughter! Your father and
mine were close frIends-I saw you
years ago when you were quite little
| girl at Greendale. Don't you remember
Fred-and the old swing in the lane?"
She sprang to him in glad surprise.
Are you Fredp" she cried. "Oh, I
remem Der you! Papa liked you 80 much.
But he is dead" A sudden pang OF sor-
row pierced her heart. Papa is dead, -
she cried, weeping.
What could Fred do but console herp
Somehow he quite forgot Minnie Jasper
and the garden party; hours passed
away as he talked with the lovely,
iriendless girl, and learned the story of
her bereavement, her dependence on
cold relatives, the grinding, narrow
misery of her life.
There's something unaccountable
in It," he mused doctor Somers was
noG rich, indeed, but he left sufficient
property, know, to secure you a
modest independence. My father will
see it. He is a lawyer, you know.
Dear little play-fellow, promise not to
say one word Of our meeting to your
aunt or cousins, until give you leave. :"
Ella promised readily; and Bridget,
highly astonished and pleased when she
discovered the mistake she had made.
promised also.
''Sure," said she to Ella atterward ::
"sure, they do be calling you Cinder-
Z ella, my dear, and it's meself that
knows the purity story about the little
girl worked and cried Whin the O. hers