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hausted by the cost of medicine, by the
doctors fees, by the purchase of burial
place in the cemetery, and in defraying
the funeral expenses, and she was now
penniless. -,
Many one among her elders would
have completely broken down under such
heavy load of affliction, but the stead:
fast resoluteness of her nature abided
with her still. Her spirit, though dead
ened by bitter experience, was still un-
broken, and despite the anxiety, the
temptations, the dangers, the possible
injustice and perhaps cruelty which she
might still be doomed to encounter, she,
with a true womanly persistence, re-
solved to toll on and trust to the future
for some bright day when the, clouds
would break and the sunshine of happi-
ness flood her pathway with its glorious
light.
Day after day she answered ADVERTISE
ments and made personal applications for
situations in stores and factories, but was
unable to secure place; and if it had
not been for the kindness of the hospita-
BILE friend whose room and bed she
shared, God alone knows to what ex-
tremity she might have been driven.
She knew of no living relative in the
world except en- uncle who, before her
fathers death, was living somewhere In
Maine; but whether he was now living
and exactly where his residence was she
knew not. She was really alone in the
world.
"Oh, Jennie! I'm going to tell you
something that maybe you'll like to
hear" said her kind-hearted friend one
evening when she returned from work.
'trve got something for you to do"
In the full gratitude of her heart the
poor girl burst into tears. ,.
"Now, now, don't do that, Jennie, "
said her CHEEKY hearted companion.
''There now, stop crying" she added.
as with her own handkerchief she
stanched the tears in the eyes of the
weeping girl.
Mamie, "but you can manage to get
along on that for the present. You can
remain here with me, for l know what
trouble is myself, Jennie, and go to
work. Heaven only knows what we
friendless girls would do in this great
city, so full of temptations and wicked
ness designed to entrap US, if we didn't
sometimes stand by each other. Jennie,
I am your friend, and when I heard to-
day that there was small situation vacant
in the store, at once went to the fore
woman and asked her to give it to you.
She thought you were too proud to take
such place, but / took the liberty of
saying that you would take it. Now,
will you, Jennie"
The child of affiiction threw her arms
around her benefactor's neck and kissed
her. -r-
Pride! It was no time for pride. The
living that would come from that small
stipend might be poor, but it would be
better than continuance of the depend
cnce upon the generosity of her compan-
ion, who had been so kind to her, and
whose own lie was struggle for exist
ence. So she accompanied Minnie to
the store the next day, and went to
work, earning wages for her own sup
port, she felt the old buoyancy CT spirit
return, and in few weeks she once
more looked like the Jennie Wilson as
she appeared when she told her mother
of her intention of removing her quar-
tiers on that June day-alas! that June
day when, instead of taking up her
abode in pleasanter place, she sat inthe
old tenement in the presence of death.
Several years have passed since then,
and her name is not Wilson now. Love
came to her one day and led her to an
altar where a ring was placed on her
finger, and for the first time she was
made happy by husbands kiss.-Nea0
York Sun,