Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-09-25

ye again, cried the poor woman Will
q gesture Of despair and grief.
For q moment the gir."s fortitude
threatened to give way, and she could
make no answer.
Her elder sister was sobbing, and
even the little childien we're crying,
though they could not understand
what it ali meant.
/ Good bye!' said the girl, at last, and
put her face against her mothers for
the last time. Her sister went down
the path with her to the gate.
BE sure and write, Lizzie. Remem-
ber some of us love ye anyway, she
said, as she embraced her closely.
Tell mother, EN-, that il [ don't
see her again here, I'll come up to
Heaven to meet her, where ! know
she'll go. Tell her I'll come sure
and tell.her I've got my Bible with
me-
And then they parted, and Lizzie
Wallace went down the dusty road ,un
der the leafy boughs of the trees in
the lane, along the grassy river bank,
and just before noon entered the
streets of the nearest village and made
her way to the depot.
The east bound train rumbled in,
snorting and putting, and the young
girl mounted the platform and was
soon being rapidly borne to the city.
What do you want? asked a snip.
pish voice across the desk.
Pm looking for work, sir
I'VE don't want any new hands.
Il can soon learn, said the girl, I'm.
ploringly.
Don't want you; I've got enough
hands now.'
Slowly she made her way down the
dark stairway to the street. She had
been in the city three months, and
had taken a cheap lodging in a poor
but decent neighborbood, and from
there had gone out to look for work.
At first she applied to stores and fac
tories in vain, until her few dollars
were quite spent, and then, at last, she
succeeded in getting employment for
a few weeks at making artificial flow
ers, her slender, dextrous fingers being
wonderfully expert in that line; but
then the dull times came on, and she,
with hundred others, was laid off.
Then she applied to an agency for a
situation as domestic, but after hav-
ing paid her fee they had no further
use for her. When she went to the
Office, women looking for servants
passed over the slight, frail girl. seek
ing for some one of more muscular
outlines. Then, too, her lack of refer
ences we're against her, for she knew
no one in the city, and now she had
been out of work many weeks, and her
money was gone. Her clothing had
been pawned 10 pay for the furnished
room in which she lodged, and she
had nothing left but the scanty ap-
parel she wore. All dav long she had
gone from place to place, begging for
work, and everywhere had met with
the old excuse, Too many hands al
ready
Towards evening she came opposite
the old tlower-making establishment
where she had first been employed.
1T seems useless, she whispered to
herself, but I'll go in anyway and see
if Mr.. O'Rell don't want me. He
might have an order that needed to be
hurried through. Even one days
work will bring me money for food.
O'Rell was in his Office and looked
at the haggard face before him with a
sinister CLEAN in his evil eyes.
mo, Miss Wallace, we've no extr a
orders in at present. Of course you
can take you chances with the other
girls in the fall, but we always give
the preference to the ones that have
been here longest. I think you had
better look for something else to do.
A look Of despair settled on the
girls face, and she brushed bitter
tears flom her streaming eyes as she
made her way to the street.
Near by was bakery, and in the
window tempting display OF breads
and pastry was arranged. She was
very hungry. 1t was many hours
since she had tasted food, and she
stopped involuntarily and looked
through the glass. 1t was closing time,
and the workmen poured out of the
shop she had just left, and weut hur.
rying past her down the street. But
she paid no heed to them; for weary,
foot-sore, exhausted and starving, her
thoughts were far away on a low, un-
painted farm house with the wooded
hill. side back of it. and as she thought
of the we'll filled table they were even
then spreading for the evening meal,
a great cry rose up in her heart, oh,
father, there was enough and to spare
there, and l am starving hereI
Some one touched her on the arm,
and turning hurriedly she saw O'Rell
standing beside her.
'Oh, Miss Wallace, said he careless
ly, I'm just going over to L.