The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-06-22

Of the children irreverently named the
WORKOUT machine, which had so long done
it's unwilling duty in earning the family
living.
81 think you can do good deal of the en-
broidered fancy work which is so fashiona-
BILE now,' said Isabel, as she looked at the
embroidery attachment to the machine.
''It's nothing but q pleasure to turn this
beautiful thing" said Mrs. Harmon, de-
lightcdly, as she made the wheels spin
around, "and I have regular customers
enough to keep me in steady work"
Isabel had placed a sum in the bank also,
which, with the insurance, when it came,
would cause the Widows bank book to pre-
this Mrs Harmon did not discover until
after Isabel lad gone, and she found the
certificate Of deposit in an envelope under
her pillow.
Isabel paid {. reverent visit to the graves
Of her fair young mother and OF faithful
Chloe, and witu her own hands cleared
away the weeds and planted white rose
on each sunken mound. A plain uonu-
ment, bearing the words my Mother"
with the name and date, and a plain SLAB
for Chloes grave was her next labor OF
love, aud she could not help hoping that by
some of the strange happenings which SO
often occur in life some of the Carringtons
might chance to find the stone, and by it
know that the long-lost daughter of their
house was living and had placed it there.
ssDearI dear! is it possible that you and
Harvey have parted SO soon?" said Mrs.
Stanford, facetiously, as Isabel landed al
her door tired aud dusty with travel.
Eyes, indeed, we had a. few words and
parted" replied Isabel, laugEingly, keep
ing up the Illusion, and then she explained
tne circumstances which had led TO her ap
pearancc in New York alone.
a. few hours later: they were sitting in
Mrs. Standards own room beside an open
CRATE, it was late September, ANA Isabel
had told her the story Of her birth, ant
Mrs. Stanford had received it as very
pleasant revelation doing away with The
snop-girl side Of the story completely.
:'Really quite q romance" she said, az
proyingly, sand. Of course, Harvey will
spare no pans to find out if the Caring
tons are yet living"
n presume so:'' replied Isabel, absenuly.
':I a,ll so anxious TO know if my father is
living, though it hardly seems probable"
The very possibility thrilled her through
and through.
What Il mercy that Mrs. Harmon con-
triyed to keep the lockct for you" sale
Mrs. Stanford, turning the precious relic
over carefully with critical eyes, q dia-
mond locl1et was Il very gratifying proof Of
the probable standing OF Isabcls family,
and she appreciated it accordingly. cit
will be 50 necessary for you to have seine
thing wish which. to prove your identity, il
YOU do find tnem.;'
IS And so you met Mrs. Nontcitil in l'hila-
oelyhia," laughed Mrs. Stanford, 'anil she
doubtless thought she Was showing MS a
favor IN crushing you
Hrs Stanford forgot thai Mrs. Monteith
had but shown the same spirit she had her
self cherished.
Really, must contrive to let her hear
this delightfully."- romantic story OF yours
Mrs. Stanford looked ut it in a mercenary
and social light only, while Isabens heart
was full of the sweet, strange joy OF having
found out the long-soug]1t knowledge of
her parentage, and she changed the subject
by telling her sister-in-law her plan in re
gard TO Lottie Ford. The lady was in Il
facctious Illmor, and cried, gayly: sI shall
have started an orphan asylum, or at the
leas, an invalids retreat" and sh laughed
heartily at the hrliliancy Of her idea. ''But
really, Joking aside," she adued, more seri-
o,asir, at will be nice for Oracle il the girl
Is Intelligent and refined, and Of course you
would not think Of the thing otherwise"
''ndv dear sister, if you could only recover
fror 1he idea that person is necessarily
vulgar and Ill bred simply because she is
poor," said isabel, with deprecatlng
smile.
y >: y y Y y
ooh, mother, if you only knew how hard
it il; fOr me to lie here and see you doing SO
much for me-" The speaker was Lottie
Ford; she lay upon the lounge, in the one
room which answered for sitting room, din
ing-rooln and parlor. and watched the
patient mother as size polished the bosom OF
q fine shirt she was ironing, for Mrs, Ford
YVES obliged to do Il great deal Of fine la,1n-
dry work now that I.ottie WAS sick and the
expenses heavier.
She was small, spare woman, with Lot
ties gentle spirit reflected in her thin face;
It had been pretty once, in the days long,
chanic, brought ner to a cozy nest called
home, and for many years they were so
happy, and the wolf--poTerty-ke q re-
spectful distance from their door.
Then trouble came IN the form Of sick
ness and death, and two lovely children
were laid in the grave, and Lottie had the
fall Which resulted IN her lameness, and the
little mother was glad to turn her faculty
for hne ironing to advantage in helping
along, for MI. Ford, though the kindest and
most willing Of men, was no longer young
and strong.
<sDon't fret, Lottie,'' she said, as she fitted
the bosom-board iuto another shirt LET
us be thankful that can get the work to
do; if could only see you getting better I
could work with g light heart" And she
sighed as she went into the little kitchen
for a fresh iron.
sHow wish might hear from Isabel, +"
said Lottie, as the mother returned. Il
have thought of her so much of late"
eyes replied Mrs. Ford, s'that basket OF
fruit and flowers she sent you cheered and
helped YOU better than a half-dozen doctors
visits"
ssDoubtless she has too many interests in
her new life to think Of poor Lottie very
often, though" sighed the daughter.
AT that very moment Mrs. Stanford's own
elegant carriage was at the front OF the
shabby tenement house, and Isabel, her face
aglow with the delight of meeting her
friend again, ran up the stairs, and, as the
door was ajar, she stepped in without knock