Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-12-07
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! throat. What could she do? No friend:
! near, and all the money she had in the
world, gone with her ticket we are al
| quite aware how necessary money is to
| aiNayeler, and even the most courage
Gus, set down in a strange city without
g benny, would be considerably an.
noyed. But here was a young girl, -un,
familiar with the ways of the world con.
fronting a cross conductor with no tick.
ct and no money to payher fare. "Find
your ticket, pay your fare, or get off at
the next Station. = How harsh it seemed
to her in her distress. "But have lost
tmy pocket-book, SIR, and my ticket was
in it. u ':Can't help it, miss; our rules
are infeNible. Sorry; must have the
ticket or the, money! or you must get
off,
l. But our deacon had heard this conyer,
sation and came forward; he was we'll
acquainted withsthe conductor. ssI will
make it all right. When she is calmer
she will doubtless find it," he said, and
learning sher destination, he paid the
fare. Deacon Gates was an excellent
reader of human nature. He was as
good a Judge of men as of butter, and
that was saying q good dead, for he was
counted one ofA-the best judges in the
State. He began to talk about the
weather and the day; toldR her how he
had lost his pocket book once, and then
had it sent to him by express, emitting
to state that it contained asnote, saying
| 81 can not steal from Deacon Gates. -
Then he reminded her that we can not
get beyond the great Fatheris care. 1t
| was not long before Alice Cleaveland felt
very much at home with her new friend.
He was a man to inspire confidence, and
she needed a friend. He learned some
thing abp1ti her: past life, her present
plans, and where she was going. The
more he talked with her, the more clear
ly he saw, she was no ordinary girl. But
the journey at last came to an end, they
were nearing the city. She did not find
her pocket book. 1t contained twenty
five dollars, and the deacon, as they
came into the depot, said: "Allow me
to lend you, my dear Miss cleveland,
twenty-five dollars, and may your IA
theirs God be with YOU" The deacon
handed her a. fifty dollar bill, saying,
81 will take the change another time,''
and was gone. 1t might seem a very
unbusiness Like operation, butit was not
the first time he had befriended soul
in trouble. He cast his bread on the
waters; and ii. was sure to return after
many days. ~ .'f'f. = A'''-
Alice Cleaveland was the only daugh-
ter of country doctor; he had just died
suddenly in the prime of life; he was
eskiHful physician, known the country
round; his Kindness of heart exceeded
his shire wdness, and if a patient was
care about the payment, he never
reminded him. The consequence was,
large sums were, his DUE and % smah
fortune was given away. When he was
gone, thereswas but little left but good
name, and the respect OF all the country
side. His widow found herself COM
PEELED to accept the charity of a brother,
while Alice, theidol of a devoted father,
penniless, but proud of spirit deter
mined to seek her fortune in the great
city. She had been we'll educated; Dr.
Cleaveland was scholar, and she had
had protected and uneventful life; it
was sad necessity that forced her to
leave her home and friends, and. 90
among entire strangers. The shock of
her fathers death had been sharp and
sudden. They had been comrades and
students together for years; the doctor
was an enthusiast in his profession, be-
sides being exceedingly we'll read; they
had not only become familiar with gen
eral literature, but Alice had become
quite expert.in the theory. Of medicine.
She had even taken his patients for
week, q retired physician assisting her,
when he was obliged tosbe absent from
home, although she was but twenty-one
years of age. She was also quite Self
reliant, and would notsgiye up the prob
lem of her life unsolved without an
earnest effort.
Her friends at Springdale had offered
their sympathy, and wondered among
themselves what she would do. But
they had only words to offer, although
her father had been aspersonal friend
forty years. It was a sad journey, to
feel that she was homeless, and that her
mother was receiving the bounty of rel
atives, the old home to 60 into new
hands, and her room, where she had
dreamed and worked, hers no longer.
Her eyes would fill at times and her !
heart grow heavy. And then that new |
grave, fresh with green sod, her father,
could it be possible that he was there, |
shut in forever from her -sightp The |
dilemma in which she was |
placed by losing her pocket-book, only |
brought her sense Of loneliness more
keenly to her mind. She began to feel, I
then, what a step she had taken, and |
how utterly she had cut, herself offsfrom /
her old life. Deacon Gates had re-
minded her somehow of her father, and |
his kind-hearted manner and fatherly
interest alone reconciEed her to- receiv-
ing loan from an entire stranger. A
boarding place had been recommended
70 her, A relative of one of her towns
people was the PROPRIETOR. - 3
And so, through the rush aud roar of
he busy streets, She rode, alone in the
not having friend in all that
,ity. We all Know what a desolate placed
spa seeond-rate boarding house in al
arge city, unkept and forlorn, without
! hint of observation-disclosures, q place
o eat and sleep simply. What tragedies
lave been enacted because youngsmm
Ind women have found their only abid-
ng place in such home. There could
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