The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-06-22
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From Shop to Mansion.
The Romantic Story Of a Dress
Makers Rise in Life.
Ely Mas. r. NJ. Howard.
lCopyrig1te1. 1881
From Shop to Mansion.
Ely Mas. r. NJ. Howard.
[Copyrighte1, 1889.

" Yes, and your name was isapel aFf1nt5
ton. Your father was an ardent synpa
.thizer with the South, as it was natural he
should be, and we kept our lips tight closed
to repress the words of patriotism which
burned to come out, out Of Difference to ou1
guests. 1t was not for long, however, fol
your poor mother, poor young thing, was
not strong enough to rally after your birth
and in our intense anxiety for her all sec
tionai differences were forgotten for the
time, and we watched over her as if there
Were no interests outside her sick cham
Der. She only lived a few weeks, and the
war ,ras fully under way, and though youl
father was almost distracted with grief
at his loss and the necessity OF leav.
ing her here, he saw no better way
than to bury her in Northern soil, unit
such time as he could come back
and remove her to his home, which / think
was on u plantation near Richmond. They
were veal thy, knew. from their converse
ton, though they DID not show it by assu1n-
ing superior airs, as SO many people do
and came TO love your dear young mamma
very much. After she died your father
was more than ever anxious to throw him
self into the war, but, of course it was not
to be thought Of taking tender babe like
E|tsooSN
the lines with You in safety. So, with a
fathers natural feelings at parting with
you, he left You in old Chloe's aud my joint
care, leaving with me an ample SUM of
money to care for you both, expecting with
the sanguine folly SO many were guilty of
that the war would soon be over, end that
he would return and take Won South. Poor
old Chico p;ned and mourned for her young
mistress, and grieved over her horne until
she was q mere shadow of herself and an
easy prey to the severity OF her first Win
ter III a cold climate, and she, TOO, died. and
you and / were left alone.'
My poor, darling mamma" said Isabel,
with a tear Of pity for the young mother
she had never seen, "auo lay father-my
poor, brave papa -
''Ncver came back, and we never heard
from him titcr tt,at Gay, when he lett us SO
heart-brci1cu Of leaving you, his little
Isabel (you were named after your grand
motier), and the grave OF his Alicia, whom
he loved with all almost idolatrous passion,
and yet SO eager aud earnest to join his
countrynen IN thel: struggle. Il is prob.
rble that he YVES killed in the first battles OF
The war, and that his letters TO his people
niscarried i'll the Excitement OF the times,
for have never heard q word from any Of
them"
"lt may be none OF tl!om survived the
fortunes OF WAR;" said isabel, thong htLully;
t'but please tell me NOR. OF my parents,
nave so longcd to know Of them, and thought
it strange that yen were SO reticent concern
ing them: and now 10y interest is re
.'oub.ed.n
you resemble your father" said Mrs.
Harmon, raising her chin and looking IN
her face, Though your eyes anG hair are
like your mothers; she was very beautiful
woman, but your father was plain, though
with face Of great intelligence and
siren 9Th: you are like him III character, TOO.
have both their pictures in g. tocket
which was lett in old Chlbe's care for
sou, ard / have always intended to
give it to you, but the right time has
never seemed to come until now. I
lave been obliged to hide it, FOR it is very
valuable, ant feared it would De sold with
S.,e rest Of cur ralylib!es," and 8 hot blush
Ct shame stole over her face tor the mem
Cry OF the dead, and rising. she dragged out
The Old bureau, bringing out q box from be-
hind it, which she placed III lsa5el's hand.
{! was au oltlfashiona0 locket. Of solid.