St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-01-25

/ On some clean linen OF her own before
the doctor arrived, but we were long be-
fore we restored any life to the white
face and rigid limbs.
At last the large blue eyes that had
been hidden by the full white lids,
were opened. and my strange visitor
gasped:
''Oh, Uncle Ralph, do not turn me out
into the snow again!"
1t was Sadie.
'Heaven bless the child" said Jane,
''Mr. Wardour wouldn't turn q dog out
such night as this"
But Sadie was sobbing Historically,
and it needed all my assurances of love
and protection to quiet her. We gave
her some warm wine, and she went to
sleep after a long fit of sobbing.
The next morning, looking like a
figure in masquerade in some of
James clothing. she came into my room.
where l kept my desk and account
books. She was terribly afraid of me,
l could see, but at last she faltered:
'Oh, Uncle Ralph! if you will only let
me stay here little while, will amy
| servants work for YOU"
Tell me how you came to seek me"
| said, as gently as could, not daring
to embrace her. as l longed to do. until
had conquered something of her terror
| for me.
because I was starving! I've been
wandering about two days and two
nights. trying to get some work, or-or
to beg something. l thought perhaps
you would let me sew for you, or cook
after Jane teaches me. But when got
into the kitchen seemed to turn dizzy"
''But your fathcr?"
l thought she was going to faint
again, She grew SO deadly white. She
made a movemcrt as if she would run
out of the room, but held her.
"Iou will not send for my father?"
she cried, piteously.
''No. l will not send for him."
81 have left my father" she said.
presently. Il thought could take care
Of myself Oh, how cruel the world is!''
1t just crossed my mind that this
child, crouching at my feet, sobbing of
the cruelty Of the world, dressed in my
servants clothing, was the sole heiress
Of two millionaires. But 1 only said:
''In this cruel world, Sadie, there is
one person who loves you very fondly."
She lifted her face, actually trans
figured by the blush upon her cheeks,
the soft, dewy light in the blue eyes.
But it drooped again as added:
more than one, perhaps, dear. But
the one l mean is your grandmOther's
brother, your old grcat-uncle Ralph.
My dear child. you have no better friend,
believe me, if you will tell me how can |
serve you"
She came then into the arms opened |
to receive her. and with her pretty |
golden head upon my breast, sobbed out |
her story.
Since she had left school her life had |
heen one of such tyranny as is rarely |
met with in these enlightened days. |
Her father had required her to dress |
with elegance, but scolded over every |
dollar she spent. She had presided over |
princely banquets one day, and actually |
suffered with hunger for weeks after
wards. Every petty saving Of the true |
miser's heart was practiced by her |
father. ,5ho was determined to increase
his own importance by making a wealthy
for Sadie.
Then came few months of happi-
ness. She loved Roger Stanmore, a
young lawyer who had handsome in
come. Every thing was apparently /
and the trousseau of the
bride nearly completed, when. by an un-
fortunate crash in the money market,
Lost Sc
At once Ralph Myers broke the en-
between the young lawyer and
his daughter; but they still hoped for
better days, until, after year hsA rolled
by. Sadie received another offer.
knew the new suitor well-a crusty
Did fellow nearly my own age, with .
fortune of almost fabulous proportion.
'Your father never wanted you to
marry him. cried. as Sadie paused.
''He gave me my choice last Tuesday,"
she said. Ito accept Mr.. Lyon as my
husband or to leave his house at once
md forever?"
"Rut Roger Stanmore?"
"He is in Chicago. could not 20 to
him, Uncle Ralph. Father would not
ct US correspond, and" with little
ouch of pride, ''he may not care to bur
len himself with an utterly penniless
wife"
s'True! true! What is he doing in Chi
ago."
..fIe is working up q law suit. He is
dependent now upon his profession, and
le had an offer to 60 there and take
ome part-I don't know how-in q suit
here"
"You have his address?"
.sYes: he sent it to me; but would
lot write, as father had-had said he
would curse me if did"
1t was not exactly blessing I NJ 1T
cred. but kissed my little niece and
ent her to Jane. II
had little plan in my head. SO I
ent Jane out for some plain ready made
lothes. . cheap calico dress and coarse
'cots, and gave Sadie soma shirts to
make. /,
She seemed perfectly contcnt to keeP ,
he proposal she had made to me, and
new nothing Of the letter wrote to ,
Roger S.anmore. l told him the bare .
acts.
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Ter home as long as she can earn what she
alta"
A week passed very quietly, and Sadie
vas sewing in my sitting-room one
morning. with certainly happier face
han she had when she first came to me,
vhcn l said:
'You need no. stitch quite so stead :,
ly, Sadie.'
"But ! like It." she said looking up at .
ne brightly; You are so gentle and
lad. 1t is so peaceful here, Uncle