Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1882-01-07
HER ONLY DAUGHTER.

one day Mrs. Lorrlmers only daugh-
ter, Vlolette, was nowhere to be found
neither was the gentleman, Senor Espa-
mol, who taught the guitar. The whole
city was alarmed by an account of the
mysterious disappearance of beautiful
leile ard hardworking, gentlemanly
young foreigner. However. when some
one had discovered that the last gave
lessons to the first, an inference was
drawn by some cool looker-on.
May they not have gone together ?"
The mether at once drove the slanderer
from her presence preferring the idea
that her Niolette was murdered How
ever, before long penitent letter, oil
blotled with tears reached the poor old
lady, all alone in her great Fifth avenue
mansion,
Violette was married to Senor Espanol.
The more one loves a person, the more
furious does any deception on her part
make one. A less loving mother might
have forgiven. Stung to madness, this
one wrote terrible letter to the foolish
girl who had so hurt her.
The husband, hot Spaniard, read it.
It insulted him, and he forbade his wife
ever to see her parent again. To do
him justice, love, and no mercenary
motive, had led him on to elope with
his pretty heiress.
SO the gulf was fixed between the only
two Of the same blood who lived on earth
and Senor Espanol began to give lessons
Then for three, then for four, then for
five. If he had lived little longer it
would have been for six.
But the day the fourth child was born
countryman, who mistook him for a
rival, stabbed him in the back. He
apologized at length the next minute,
him through, but died trying to express
the fact that the gentleman was per
fectly excusable.
And so Violettc, who would have been
very happy with her music master had
he been less jealous, was left widow
with four babies. no money, and nc
accomplishment that had been sufficient
ly cultivated to earn q living by. o.
course she took in sewing, and of course
a day came when there was very small
prospect of supper, and not even dream
of breakfast.
Not penny III the house, not a loa
of bread in the closet, not a dollar
worth Of work to be got anywhere, wha
was she to do The poor little woma,
walked up and down and cried. Tha
did not help her.
She looked over the relics of the past
They were pretty pieces of jewelry
worth nothing. Valuable things had al
been sold long ago. She glanced out O
the window, A weman with very larg
brand new basket and no shoes wen
begging from door to door.
The basket was worth two dollars an
half the shoes could have been bough
for two, This singular circumstanc
preyed upon her mind. She began t
take IN interest in the ways and manner
of beggars, as the awful expectation c
becoming one began to haunt her.
II could drown myself" she sait
"but l could not very we'll drown fou
children, like litter of puppies
Then, leaning her chin on her hand:
she watched from her lofty windo
another woman, with n handkerchi.
over her head, going from door to doc
Was she begging? 1t seemed no
Once or, twice she entered and staye
: some time. At last she saw her at h,
! own door, and heard her going fro
room to room. There was knock
the door. She opened it, and the da,
hair under the yellow elk handkerchit
the big black eyes and the rich con
plexion were there.
Well" she asked, inquirinely.
i. Let me tell your fortune, lady.
; only charge twentyh five cents. said Il
= woman.
i MY fortune is told, since have Il
twenty-five cents III the world, sa
Violette.
T. The woman turned away.
!. stop a moment" said Eiolet'
= Tell me one thing. In this age
!: people pay You to tell their fortunes
y NO age is too old. said the ~oms
!: to whom the world presented but O
idea. Il jus. told al old lady's fortu