The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1886-09-26
HIS OWN AT LAST.

left him at his fathers death, he being the
only child His dead mothers sister, Mrs.
Ruth Walden, presided over his luxurious
home, making it cheerful and pleasant for
her erratic nephew. when he deigned to
honor it with his presence.
A great part of the last five years Philip
had spent in travel, but for the past month
had remained quietly as S,rathmore. en-
loving his books, bis music and his dogs.
One pleasant evening IN October he was
riding through the city, feeling thonghtful
and somewhat sad.
On bis homeward route, when passing
a small. dismal-looking brick house, the
door was suddenly thrown open, and a
. little girl about ten years of age darted
out, followed by a Vicious-looking woman,
fiourishipg heavy whip.
Selling the unhappy child as she sought
to escape. furious blow descended upon
her shoulders, which drew forth cry of
pain and fright, heartrending to hear.
Jumping from his horse. Philip ran up
the steps, and catching the vixen arm,
he released the sobbing child, who, as
soon as free. rushed down the steps and
disappeared in the darkness
Foaming with rage, the woman COM
meneed volley of ahase, but Philip COM
manded her to cease OF be handed over to
the police.
.tWhat do you mean," he demanded,
"by abusing that poor child in SO shame
full mannerf"
Il wasnt abusing. You lie when you
say itr' screamed the woman. "The gal
was minel Left to me when her father
died. made her work for her board. /
th,ashed her for beng lazy, and I'll do it
agin when gets chance, because |
hadn't half gen her what she desarvedl"
IF you do" said the young man, you
Will be arrested. as shall complain of your
conduct add have you watched. Remem-
ber warn you'll"
"Warn awayP' returned the woman.
'tBut let me say here, that lazy trollop
does not set her foot inside of this house
again Tonight, nor ever after, unless l
choose to let her."
So saying, she re entered the door, which
she slammed, locked and bolted.
Poor childp thought Philip, who had
tender heart; what home she must
have with such creaturei | wonder
where The little thing went2"
Jumping on his horse, be galloped off,
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in the dim, uncertain light. On he went,
past all the houses, yet not trace of her
was visible until he neared the entrance TO
cemetery, when he caughta glimpse of
little figure just ascending the steps that
led into the grounds.
Leaping from his horse, he threw the
bride over a post, and spriaging up the
steps. he descended on the other side, aud
followed the figure that fairly few over
the paths.
Suddenly he saw her no more; but bur-
rylng to the place where she had disap-
peared, he heard low means and sobs pro-
ceeding from grave in somewhat Sc
cluded place, and there, living on her face
upon the sod, he saw the form of the poor
child.
Approaching softly, he said. as he laid
his hand upon her arm, lest she should
fly off once more, when addressed:
"Poor little girl! Did that woman hurt
you very much?"
ssOh. is it you, kind sir?" murmured
the startled child '-She did, indeed; but
it would have been much worse had you
not helped me to escape. thank you
very much
mo, do not thank me. | only did my
y y
she was so cruel to you.
ssMy name is Edna Norwood. My father
was an artist. He came here sick from
abroad, aud we boarded with Mrs. White,
the woman you saw. Father was i'll
long time, and finally died. This is mis-
grave. Then | was an orphan, and poor.
Mrs. White kept my fathers trunk and
all our clothes, aud told me he left Moth
Eafbar told m hp-
fore he died, that he had two hundred
pounds in his trunk, besides letter adj
dressed to friend in the city. The gen.
tleman he could not see, as be was travel
ing: but lie told me to apply to him or
his family, after he should die. Mrs. White
kept the letter, trunk and money, and told
me there was nothing there OF the kind !;
SO. as did not know the name, could
not seek him. She put me in her kitchen
and made me work till late at night. and
almost starved me. She was whipping
me because / found one of my papa's
books and was looking at it. =
Poor thlngl This must be looked in
to" returned the young man soothingly.
.sNow don't cry any more, but come with
me to nv home, where my aunt, good
woman, will take care of you. Your
father was an artist, you say, named Nor
wood. think | knew nim. Was his
first name Royal?"
.Yes; that was papa's name.
sThen l knew him well, and his child
shall not suffer"
STOPPING, Philip drew the little girl into
his arms, bore her swiftly towards the
entrance, and placing her before him on
the horse, be babe her cling to him while
they rode along.
Her sobs had ceased by this time; but
he felt her little heart fiutter against his,
at first, when the horse dashed away
On arriving at his home he placed the
child 10 the care of his aunt aud explain
ing her story, told her she was the orphan
daughter of dear friend, and as such he
felt that she was welcome aud most
sacred charge.
Mrs. Walden received Edna kindly. and
soL;nr off Philip's riding-cape. that he