The new era., 1890-08-28

Of the house. OF course he inquired
for the young lady who had tainted il
church.
Oh, she's better ~ said Adele" An
nette is mas companion, or our seam
stress in times of hurry and rush, sucf
as you know. must come when the
wardrobe for five ladies is concerned. ;
Mrs. Williams, having remained 9
short time with the invalid, was read y
to depart. She could scarcely control
her Indignation until she entered hel
carriage.
Harold Williams, you could not be-
lieve such heartlessness existed behind
the sweet faces Of those Winthrop
girls.
G" Its simply shocking the way they
treat their lovely cousin.n
"Cousin ?'' SAID Harold. The
young ladies spoke of her as 'ma's COM
panion and their seamstress'."
VI" Companionl seamstress /" cried
Mrs. Williams. " Why, Annette Lyle
is the only child of Mr.. Winthrop's
sister Mr.. Lyle was one of Boston Is
wealthiest and most respected men. He
lof his money in the war-was> killed
suddenly, in an accident, leaving a
delfate wife and one child. Two years
agothe mother died, leaving Annette
alont and penniless. Mr.. Winthrop is
her dily relative, and is kind, fatherly
man but what can he do for poor
orphan with such wife and daugh-
ters n
( Mira Williams stopped for want of
BREATH and Harold gave prolonged
whisth.
He dalled many times on the Win
rop ladies', with only one thought and
wish-tat Of seeing the lovely Annette
but al in vain.
One dreary, drizzling, slippery day, it
was latejn the afternoon and the lamps
were lighted, he was crossing the streets
near Union Square, when he heard an
exclamation of trouble, and, turning,
saw Annette looking in despair at a
parcel which had slipped from her
hands and fallen into a puddle of
water.
" Can | help you ?" he asked.
6 If you only WILL" said Annette.
I" My painting has fallen into the water.
/ I'M O FRO id itc ,.,,irad 7 bod ,uot g.,
ished il, and it was sold to-" Annette
then looked up for the first time and
recognized Harold Williams.
"Ohl l beg your pardon--you always
find me in trouble. 1t is nothing
thank you'll will take the picture"
C Miss Lyle, believe, said Harold.
f" Pray, allow ms the pleasure of help
isTyou--Ido insist-witla yuvrr box of
paints, the painting and umbrella, you
certainly need assistance"
Thank you; you are very kind. 1
have not far to go. Good-evening,"
and Annette vanished, bat not before
Harold caught glimpse of her as she
nulllcu lHlO du tlJ BdiltIys
So, my little Cinderella is an artist,
and paints pictures, and sells them,
does sheY By Jove, it's tough. If
dared to I'd follow her-I'd tell her
that l loved her-but what nonsense
I'm indulging in. I'll go home and
take dose of common sense"
Harold, in some way, discovered that
spent many hours at the
Metropolitan Museum painting. He
tried not to annoy her by his attention,
but he must see her sometimes, and he
found himself watching anxiously for
her, as she passed back and forth to her
labors. He had certainly lost his heart,
and no one could wonder.
One day, in the early autumn, his
sister said +:
" Harold, l always give little party
TO my Sunday school class every year
about this time. They are young chill
lien, and Pm getting too old to enter
tain them. Pm thinking of asking
Mrs. Winthrop to let Annette come to
help me. She'll be provoked because l
don't ask Blanche, but it is of little
If Annette will only
come"
" Oh, sister mine, what an angel you
arel And I'll stay at home all the
afternoon and help entertain, too,"
cried Harold.
"No, no; that would spoil every
thing. But I'll keep Annette to dinner,
and you shall help me entertain her
when the children have gone home.
shall deliver the invitation in person,
and give Mrs. Winthrop no chance to
refuse" said Mrs. Williams.
The following day a lot of merry
little girls spent delightful afternoon
NJ their teachers house.
The old lady gazed lovingly on and
Annette as she directed their
games and kept them always amused,
and she sighed to herself.
" Dear heart She's nothing but a
child herself. What hard life she has,
poor child, with those four naughty
and their cross mother"
The children had departed. The
dinner was ended. Mrs. Williams had
left the room to give some orders to the
Harold and Annette were
alone in the library.
"Miss Lyle, you're tired, I'm afraid.
So many children have kept you busy
and given you not moment of rest,'
began Harold.
"No, thank you. I'm not in the
least tired. I've really enjoyed it as
much as the children, and more, l
think, I" answered Annette.
"Dear girl, you don't have much en-
joyment, 1 know. Annette, 1 must
speak to you. l pitied you when first
l knew you, but love you now. Be
kind in your answer, for love YOU as 1
never thought a man could love. 1 will