Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1888-06-08
HOME AGAIN.

the wife of Harry Kimbro, 10 direct
disregard of her fathers wishes.
She forsook the many luxuriet
with which she had been surrounded
from her earliest years, all the pleas
ures which wealth had the power t.
give, and fed from happy home ant
a fathers love to follow the fortune:
of her lover
On being informed of the M marriage
her father utterly disow her Be
lag an extremely passionate and self
willed man, his love was changed tc
the bitterest hate; and in his anger,
he wrote her letter, in which be
warned her never to call upon hin
for aid, adding that they might beg
starye, and die in miserable hovel,
ere be would assist them.
The young couple We're very hope
full, however; they looked only upon
the bright side of things Harry was
young and strong, and it seemed
highly probable that be would in
time make bis mark in the wo Id.
At this juncture, | who was then
a medical student, left for Germany,
and on my return found that they
had left the city. The
precise locality Of their
new home was not definitely known,
or at least l could never discover it.
and people seemed to have almost
forgotten Alice Armor, the prospect
i've heiress, who married poor Harry
Kimbro.
After receiving my diploma. l be-
gan the practice of medicine, living
quietly at home with my mother and
sister / often wondered what had
become of Harry, and why he did
not write and inform me of his
whereabouts, as we had always been
the best of friends.
Ten years. with all their numerous
changes, rolled away, but they
brought me no tidings of Harry. In
the course of time, | had occasion to
visit New York One day, after |
had left my hotel for stroll, and was
walking slowly along the street. my
attention was arrested by the sight
Of u little girl, apparently eight or
nine years Of age, who carried upon
ber arm a small basket half filled with
boxes Of matches.
She wore q ragged frock, ard about
her shoulders was wrapped a faded
fragment of a shawl; while hanging
to the back Of her neck by a string
was a torn sun bonnet. Her face and
hands were very dirty, but the former
was beautiful nodded and actually
pretty. in spite of the wan. of soap
and water.
Our eyes met, and steppin 6 toward
me, she asked, as with one hand she
offered the basket and with the other
pushed back her tangled locks from
her face:
Matches. sir 2"
| had scarcely time to note that
the voice was a very musical one, or
to make any reply, when unfortunate
ly stepping upon piece Of orange peel
upon the pavement, she slipped and
fell, emptying the contents Of her bas-
ket al my feet.
"Are you hurt 2" | asked, assisting
her to rise.
oh, my foot. my foot !" she sob
bed; 81 have hurt my foot; how shall
/ ever get home On, dear !"
"Confound the orange peel ?" |
calculated. as | wiped away the tears
with my handkerchief, thereby remov-
ing the dirt in spots Now don't
cry, sis. | fear you've sprained your
ankle. Tell me where you live, and
iii carry yon there, basket and all +"
"Will you 2" and the little face
frightened; "you are so kind, kinder
than any person I've seen for a long
time. live in Roosevelt street. near
Madison"
"What is your name ?" was my
next question, after had picked up
the scattered matches.
"Nelly--oh, my foot Kim"
"Kimbro Is your name Kimbro?"
"Why, in course; but how did you
come to know that 2"
My thoughts were too busy to al
low of my giving an answer to Miss
Nelly's question just then, and while
sLe was expecting it, called a car
riage. and placed her safely inside.
The driver was well acquainted with
the locality mentioned, and we soon
arrived at the house.
"There it 81" exclaimed little
Nell, pointing to squalid tenement
house, which formed one of a group
Of five, all equally uninviting.
There's where live sirm
Giving the driver instructions to
await my return, l once more lifted
my charge in my arms, and following
her directions carried her up three
flights of dirty stairs.
"Tbis door" said little Nell. and |
gave loud rap with my knuckle up
on the the shrunken panel
My summons for admission was
answered by an old woman, whose
red and bleary eyes proved beyond all
doubt, her love for stimulants Was
this, | asked myself, the mother of
Nelly ?
"Well, )" she inquired, whats the
matter with the brat what are ye
u carryin' the little plague fur 2"
"She has unfortunately sprained
her ankle" | replied, "and / have
brought her home TO you"
Eyes, she's alters a-doin' some.
thin" sneered the woman; always
agettin' up some yarn or other to pre-
vent her from arnin' her livin', and
no matches sold to-day, young IN, {"
she added, glancing at her basket.
"Oh, I'll teach you, my beauty
Yer not worth yer salt, ye little vag.
abond Now, just pack yerself off,
dye hear ? and don't come back un-
til that baskets empty. If you do,
III break every single bone in yer
buddy. OF, /"
"The child is totally unfit for walk
ing," | interrupted. ut will be two
or three days. at the very least, be-
fore she can go out again"
"Encouragin' her laziness, are you?
! tell yer | won't have her aloa6n'
around here, 80 pack off," she said,
threatening TO give the terrified child
in my arms slap in the face with