The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-01-19

teen, and so Deacon Gray was tell
ing her as he SAL by the fire spread
ing his huge hands over the blaze
and asked abruptly:
"But what are you going to do t.
earn your bread and batter, my
childT'
81 don't know have thought
mamma HAD an UNCLE living in New
York, who"
Eyes, yes-Tve heerd tell abou
him-he was mad cause your moth
er didn't marry just exactly to sui
him, wasn't he?"
Minnie was silent. Deacon Gray
waited few minutes. hoping she
would admit him to her secret medi
tations; hut she did not, and the
deacon went away home to tell his
wife that Harlan girl was the very
aueerest creetur he had ever come
across"
In the meantime Minnie was busy
packing her scanty things into hel
carpet bag, by the weird, Pickering
light of the dying wood fire.
81 will 60 10 New York" she said
to herself setting her pearly teeth
together.
"My mothers uncle shall hear
my cause pleaded through my own
lips. Oh, l wish my heart would
not throb so wildly! l am an or
phan all alone in the world, who
must fight life's battles with her own
single hands"
Lower Broadway at seven O'Clock
in the evening. What a babel OF
crashing wheels, hurrying humanity
and conglomerate noises 1t was.
Minnie Harlan sat in the corner
of an express office, under the flare
of gaslight, surrounded by boxes,
and wondered whether people ever
went crazy in this perpetual din and
tumult. Her dress was very plain
gray poplin, with shabby, old
fashioned little straw bonnet tied
with black ribbons, and blue veil,
while her only article of baggage,
the carpet-bag, lay IN her lap. She
had sat there two hours, and was
very tired.
Poor little thing" thought the
dark haired young clerk nearest her,
who inhabited sort of wire cage
under circlet of gas lights. and
then took up his pen and plunged
into perfect Atlantic ocean OF &C
coudts.
"Mr. Evans"
"Sir?'
The dark haired clerk emerged
from his cage with his pen behind
his ear, in obedience to the beckon-
ing finger of his superior.
Il have noticed that young woman
sitting here for some time-how
came she here
Expressed on from Milllngton,
Iowa. Arrived this afternoon"
AS though poor Minnie were q
box or paper parcel.
"Who forY'
Consigned to Walter Harring-
ton, Esq"
"And why hasn't she been called
for?"
Il sent up to MIR. Harrington's
address to notify him some time
ago, AMI am expecting an answer
every moment"
VERY odd" said the gray-haired
again taking up his news
paper.
Some three-quarters Of an hour
Frank Evans came to the
pale girls side, with indescribable
pity in his hazel eyes.
miss Harlan, we have sent to
Mr.. Harrington's residence"
Minnie looked up with feverish
red upon her cheek, and her hands
clasped tightly upon the handle of
the faded carpet bag.
"And we regret to inform you
that he sailed for Europe at II
o'clock this day."
a sudden blur came over Minnie's
eyes--she trembled like leaf.
Frank Evans had been turning
away, but something in the piteous
tones Of her voice appealed to every
manly instinct within him.
"Shall send to any other OF your
81 have no friends"
"Perhaps l can have your things
sent to some quiet family hotelT'
Minnie opened her little leather
purse and showed him two ten cent
pieces, with a smile that was almost
a tear.
"This is all the money have IN
the world, sir"
"But what are you going to do?'
Il don't know, sir. Isn't there q
workhouse, or some such place L
could go to, until l could find some
thing to do?"
Frank Evans could scarcely help
smiling at poor Minnie's simplicity.
"They are putting out the lights
and preparing to close the office"
said Minnie, starting nervously to
her feet. 81 must 60 somewhere"
"Miss Harlan" said Frank, "my
home is a very poor one-I am only
a five hundred dollar clerk-but /
am sue my mother willreceive you
under her roof Cor day or two, if
you can trust me-"
Trust your" Minnie looked at
him through violet eyes obscured
In tears. ooh, sir, l shall be so
thankful"
"How late you are, Frank Here
give me your overcoat--it Is all
powdered with snow, and"
But Frank interrupted his bust
ling. cherry checked little mother,
as she stood on tip-toe to take off
his outer wrappings.
"Hush, mother, there is young
lady down stairs"
"A young lady, FrankT
Eyes, mother; expressed on from
Iowa to old Harrington, the rich
He sailed for Europe
this morning, and she is left entirely
alone. Mother, she looks like poor
Blanche, and l know you wouldn't
refuse her a corner until she could
find something TO do"
Mrs. Evs ms went to the door a3d
called cheerfully out:
"Come up stairs, my dear, you're