The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1890-03-01
OUT OF THE STREETS.
BY ASNABEL DWIGHT.

streets of the great city, banging /
loose shutters, and shaking signs in n
most reckless fashion.
Stella Ray, u poor little country !
waif, staggered along curling before
The blast, her slender frame shiyering !
with the cold.
The clock in neighboring steeple |
struck the hour of midnight as she
left the main thoroughfare and turned
about by a long brick bnilding with
tall chimneys.
A dark arehway afforded relief from
the biting blast. and as she stepped
within, sense OF siddiness overcame
her, and she sunl, unconscious upon
the cold pavements.
When she opened her eyes she
found herself in the enyineroom OF
the great mill, seated in an arm chair.
A man was supporting her head and
looking at her anxiously.
He was 4 young man-twenty five
or SO, with IL pleasant, brown bearded
face.
He wore Il big, shaggy overcoat, and
a cap pulled down over his ears in a
most unbecoming fashion, but he had
a pair of honest brown eyes, and Stel-
Ia took courage as she looked at him
81 fear ! have made you i great deal
of trouble" she said, deprecatingly.
He made a gesture CT dissent.
"You are BETTER" he said. "Now
tell me how you came on the streets
so late and on so wild night"
81 had nowhere to go,n she said.
"The woman with whom lived, up
river in N. died fortnight ago.
II came to the city and tried to get
work but could net. My boarding
mistress turned me away because
had no more money.
81 have been everywhere to- day for
work. couldn't get nights shelter
without money topay for it.
II was half dead with cold and IA
tigue when ysu found me-"
While she was talking the man pro
duced tempting looking sandwich
from Il large tin pail and gave it to
her
81 am sure you have told me the
truth" he said. ''You shall stay here
Tonight am watchman here. In
tho morning l will take You to my
boarding place. Perhaps l can fine
work for YOU"
"You are very good" returned Stel
Ia. simply.
He fixed resting place for he
upon pile of burlap in one corner
and then went out of the room, leav
ing her there alone.
1t was warm and clean there, ant
Stella, utterly worn out, drifted int,
slumber.
But she was awake when Jack Hay
den came for her in the gray morning
and accompanied him trustingly.
Jack commended her to the mercie
Of his landlady, Mrs. Pike, and afte
eating his breakfast, went off to bed
What was his Indignation on get
ting up at noontime, to find that Mrs
Pike had turned Stella out!
~ couldn't keep her, Mr.. Hayden,
she explained. II intend to keep
respectable house. The engineer say
that she was there with you when h
arrived at the mill this morning an
according to her own story she wa
wandering about the streets when yo
took her in"
Honest Jack Hayden stared at he
in speechless wrath for few seconds
"Couldn't you see that she was ju,
an innocent little country girl7 h
demanded. "Asd you turned her il
to the street a day like this?" wavin
his hand toward the window again.
which the snow was fiercely driving
"How long has she been gone?"
Just about enc minute" returne
Mrs. Pike, shortly.
Jack whirled at this, and catchir
his hat and overcoat from a nail
the hall, went out of the house like
cyclone.
| Which way!