St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-02-05
CICELY.


took her little babe in her arms and
promised that it would never know the
want of Il mothers love as long as she
lived.
Knowing this the young and beautiful
Mrs. Wallace died with a sweet, peace
full smile resting On her calm face.
Mr.. Wallace, after the death of his
wife, lived with his father-in-law until
Clcely was four years old. About this
time he left home to visit England, but,
alas, the vessel in which he sailed was
wrecked, and all Oh board met a watery
grave.
The years passed on, one by one, as
they ever do, and now they numbered
five, and death had again entered the
Clarke family.
This time Mr. Clarke was the one who
was called, and he was followed to the
grave by vast number of friends and
acquaintance"
But when his grand house was sold
and his debts paid not one of these
friends" or acquaintance" came for
ward to lend helping hand to the
homeless widow and her little grand
child.
Somehow they seemed to have forgot
ten that there was such person as Mrs.
Clarke, and the sensitive woman, seeing
this, left the place where she had once
been so happy and comfortable and en-
tered the great working city OF New
York.
Although Cicely was now only nine
years old she was a tall, beautiful fair
haired girl, and was admitted into Mrs.
MOrtOn'S WOrk-rOOm to learn the dress
making.
In Short time Cicely became great
favOrite with the working girls, but
Mrs. Morton was a cold. hard-hearted
woman, and very often when she would
see Cicely pause for a few moments
would eXclaim:
"Wake up, girl! No dreaming here;
you must work"
The rich blood would dye Cicely's fair
face, and bending over, she would sew
as if her life depended on it.
Thus did seven years roll on, and
Cicely, who was now chaIming-lOOk-
ling young creature, and the best
''hand" Mrs. Morton had in her large
rooms, was suddenly taken i'll and con-
fined to bed.
For eighteen weary weeks Cicely lay
on sick bed, her dear grandma nurS-
ing her tenderly.
But the few dollars which were saved
from CIcely'S scanty earnings were now
almost exhausted, and Mrs. Clarke
often deprived herself of the necessarieS
Of life to get some little luxury for the
sick child.
Poor woman, she was both old and
delicate, and could not stand this nurs-
ing and starving long, and one morning
Cicely awoke to find the dear, kind
creature who had been mother to her
sleeping in death beside her.
:, A few weeks after this sad loss Cicely
returned to Mrs. MortOn's.
:. Lonely and sad were her evenings
now; the dear, gentle one whom she
had loved SO well, and who had been SO
kind to hers, met her no more with a
! pleasant smile as she came home from
work.
j.. Oh, no! her eyes rested on the vacant
chair and the timeworn little Bible
which lay on the table beside it-this
was all, and the void was SO great that
| the poor, lonely girl would sink Oh her
knees and weep bitterly until the night
was far on.
Christmas was past, and it was now
the last day of the old year.
Tomorrow was New Years day, and
for this reason there was great rush of
work at Mrs. MortOn'S.
Come, Cicely, let Margaret finish
that silk, and you take these two
dresses up to Mr.. Wallace's ward. The
walk will do you gOOdn' said Mrs. Nor
| toms fore wOman, coming into the work
| room.
''And you had better walk fast,
| Cicely, for believe Miss Edwards is to
wear the blue one tonight at her grand
| BALL. said Margaret, as she lifted up
| the dress which Cicely had been work
"There is one thing, Cic," exclaimed
a dark-eyed girl, as Cicely tied her hat
| on, s'you will be proud Of your name
sake and his splendid hOme-I would
claim relationship, if l were yOu!"
| Cicely smiled sadly and passed out
| with her parcel.
| Soon she stood before the home of MI.
| Wallace.
What beautiful mansion it was!
| The hour was early, and, of course,
none of the guests had yet arrived.
| Cicely Wallace stood at the foot of the
! broad stone StepS-WOuId she enter by
this door or find side entrance?
But the proud spirit Of the girl sent a
| hot flush to her pale face as she ques-
| toned herself thus, and running lightly
| up the steps she rang the bell.
A girl answered her, and she said in a
| clear, silvery voice:
BE kind enough to give this parcel to
Miss Edwards"
The girl turned her eyes on her scorn-
| fully, and laughed.
''Indeed! how good you be to yourself
march around to the other door, in
| double-quick time, an don't come up
| here wild yer bundles!'
A gentleman, who seemed to be aged
| by sorrow more than by years, stood in
the inner hall, and had heard this
dialogue at the door.
Something in the strangers voice had
recalled an old memory, and for mo-
ment he stood before he realized what
had taken place; then he came forward
quickly, saying:
w. ''Begone, Jane, how dare you insult a
lady!"
- Jane walked away with disdainful
| toss of her head, and muttering some
thing about ''dresSmaker being a
ladyw
A deep scarlet dyed the gentleman's
sad, thoughtful face as The words
reached his ear, and he turned to Cicely,
saying kindly:
''PleaSe walk in: [ am aStOniShed at
| Miss Edwards for not sending for this
WOrk!"
~ Cicely walked into the hall, and the
| light fell upon the pale, beautiful young
| face.
% She stood and raised her eyes inquir-
ingly to the gentleman's face, ami as he
| met that look he started ind then sank
| into large arm chair, with moan.
20 just then Miss Edwards came from
| The parlor into the hall.
Cicely told her what had happened,
! and she rang bell for some of the
servants to take Mr.Walace to his room
| until he recovered from the deep faint
/ into which he had fallen.
Cicely was then leaving, when Miss
Edwards said:
81 think you had better remain until
Guardie RECEIVERS; he may wish to speak
to you your presence has made him act
so strangely. Come in here, please!"
And she opened the parlor door.