The Northern Pacific farmer., 1885-05-07
A TOUCHING muDEN*.
One of tho Efecting Scenes Sometimes
Witnessed In the Metropolis.

One of tho Efecsing Scenes Sometimes
Witnessed In the Metropolis.
New York Sun.
A pathetic scene occurred a few
nights ago at a notorious uptown resort
1t was a little girl pleading with her
father.
"Won't you come home now, fathe..
ploase?" she said. Her voice was low
and childish, and the sweet, upturned
face was pale and quivering with some
hardly suppressed emotion-but the
man toward whom the appeal and ag-
ony were directed took little notice OF
either.
"Why do you bother me?" he said,
impatiently. "Go home. I'll come
when I'm ready" and regaining with
an effort his uncertain balance, he left
her.
The girl looked after him. wistfully,
then, as his form was lost to her view in
the crowded room, with deep despair
ing sigh she turned and left the place.
Outside the electric lights streamed full
upon her slender figure as she hesitated
q menent before descending the step.
One or two policemen lettering near
eyed her curiously, and some men hur-
rying In gave her questioning glance,
but no one molested or spoke to her,
and slowly she went out from the glare
and dazzle into the darker street beyond.
The night was cold and stormy. An
icy sleet was falling, driven III every di--
ctioner by the capricious and fitful
wind gusts, and the few pedestrians who
were abroad hurried on their way anx-
ious to gain shelter: The girl alone
appeared unconscious of the discom-
forts of the weather. The rain beat
upon her, the fierce wind met her with
a force against which she staggered,
but: she did not heed them. With
doubtful purpose she walked slowly on,
turning back once or twice to look
again at the place whence she had just
come, until as the clock from neigh
boring tower indicated to her how late
the hours was she stopped altogether.
$50 late," she murmured. ooh! I
cannot go home without him." and now
she turned swiftly and retraced her steps
She paused not a moment ON the thres-
hold; evidently she feared her own res.
olution. The doors yielded instantly
to her touch, and once more she looked
over the scene whose light and warmth
and comfort were as little to her as the
wind and rain ontside. Her searching
glance soon found out her father; for
the moment he was standing alone, and
his daughter felt that she had one more
chance. Rapidly she gained his side.
Father, dear father" she began,
speaking low but passionately. II can
not leave you here. I cannot face man.
ma without you; she has waited so
many nights for your home coming,
and the hours are so weary without
you. Oh! father" the child went on,
gathering up all her energies, as she
saw that her listener was half needing
her words, "break way from this
wretched place, come back to your
home and mamma and me; we love you
dearly We cannot live wit hout you; and
OIL it is all SO different from what it
used to be-" The childish voice was
breaking. ''Such little time
ago we we're all so happy" Here
sob almost choked her. She slipped
her clinging fingers into the unteseht-
ing hand Of the man Who staggered at
her side: "Come back to us, father;
:onle home with me now, and the tears,
no longer within her power to restrain,
coursed down her pale cheeks as she
lifted her face to him, holding his gaze
with her wistful, pleasing eyes.
The mans features worked conviil-
sively; he looked about him once half
desperately; then some better feeling
swept over him, and, Strengthening him
self up, he said brokenly, II will 60
with you, Jennie" and clasping close
the hand of his little daughter, as if
that flail guide were his chief support,
the two together went out from the light
and glare and dazzle of the saloon for
ever.