Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-09-25
LOST IN 7HB WHIRL.
BY HELEN p. CLARK.

daughter Lizzie. as he drew his chair
up to the supper table.
The girls eyes we're red with weep
ing, and she choked back sob as she
answered,
No, sir, Johnson's is full. They've
no room for new hands. l went over
to Hackstown to the mills, but Law
renee says they've promised ever so
many hands ahead to take them on
when the fall work commences,
but they are laying off the girls now.
went down to Mrs. Jennings board
inghouse, too, to see If she would give
me place to wait on the table, but
she's got all her girls for this sea
son.
The mans dark eyebrows contracted
in dark frown.
thought, maybe, father, if
you could jus. give me one more term
at school l could pass the examin-
alton and get place to teach, know,
she added, hastily, seeing her fathers
angry look, 'that there's no vacancy
round here, bnt you know cousin
Martha wrote that they had no teach
er down where see is in West Virgin
ia, and she was sure l could get the
school there If could only pass the
examination. l could board with her,
you know
Il don't care where you board, and
I'll not give you another terms
schooling I've taken care of ye for
seventeen years, and iii not take care
of ye any longer. Your big enough
now to earn yer own furbelows. I've
got enough young ones to work fer
without workln' fer 'em when they
git to be seventeen years DID,
But, father, what can l do2 I've
been to every place know of around
here and can't find work of any
kind
Then go where there is work.
Shanksvlll amt the only place in the
world
do you want me to 60 away from
homer asked the girl with whitening
lips.
Il don't care where you 60, s'long's
ye git out O. here exclaimed the man,
brutally.
III 70, father, said the girl, in a
strange, hard tone that they had never
heard from her before, and rising
from the table she went up stairs to
her room.
1t was only low attic room, shared
with her by an older sister. AS she
looked about her a dumb agony
showed itself in her face, for it was
home to her, the home where she was
born, and where the seventeen years
of her uneventful life had been spent.
She sat down by the low window, and
looked ou: through the unpainted wood
en- shutters to the garden below where
she and her sister had planted beds
of bright blooming flowers, trying to
make the rough farm yard look home
like. But every familiar sight seemed
to sting her tonight, and with suf.
fering too deep for tears, she covered
her burning eyes with her hands.
When night cane and her sister
came up to bed, to please her she un-
dressed and lay down beside her. The
elder girl put an arm abont her sister
and sobbed.
ooh, Lizzie, it seems like ought to
be the one to 60, not you, for I'm well
nigh onto twenty now.
Never mind, EN-, you've always
been such help to mother that he'll
be sure to let you stay. I'm not
strong enough to Go the washings and
such work, and never was. l could
teach, if he would only let me do that,
but he won't. DON fret, En-, help
mother all you can. III get along
some way. Father never did care
much for me, anyway, there's no use
denying it, but he don't mind you. He
won't send you away
i don't want to 60, Lizzie; it seems
as if 'twould almost break my heart,
and mother just does nothing but
groan all the time
The long hours dragged slowly on,
but no sleep came to either that night,
and they rose at early dawn with
weary, pallld faces.
Lizzie quietly folded her few ar
tlcles of dress and packed them in a
small vslise, and with hat and sacque
went down stairs just as the family
were rising from breakfast.
Goodbye, father she said, holding
out her hand to him as he turned to
leave the room.
'Good-by,' he answered harshly,
without taking her hand or even look
ing toward her.
Eat some breakfast, Lizze,' said her
mother, whose tear stained face, in
which the lines of care seemed deeper
than ever this morning, showed that
the fathers attitude was not hers. I've
made you some of those biscuits you
like so WE'LL The girl sat down to
the deserted table and tried hard to
eat, to please the mother who had all
her life been her best friend, and to
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