Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1891-09-03

Wnen pIluc must De lllu dSluc anu we
must stoop! Independence is a very fine
thing, my dear, but the proudly inde-
pendent man is not the happy man. He
who can find pleasure in receiving as
well as giving is the one who gets most
good out of life, because closer drawn to
his fellow man. Now, my dear, I'm
going to get wine for your mother and
nourishing food for you"
She put out her hand protestingly, and
again that blush of humbled pride
mounted to her face.
"Your mothers life depends upon
timely aid. You and | can have our
reckoning by and by. l will look in
again this afternoon"
Soon had sent up wine, fruits and
well prepared food to Helen and her
mother. | could not dismiss them from
my mind for moment during my round
of visits. | could understand the agony
of humiliation that poor girl was suffer
| ing-as well as the fear and sorrow hang
| ing over her from her mothers illness.
| Poverty had not been long with them; it
was apparent that their better days had
been recent. Then as | thought how
that rich girls thoughtless, heartess in
difference and neglect to pay her had
aggravated Helen's shame and grief, my
indignation knew no bounds, and when |
reached Mrs. Trevor's humble room that
afternoon | had worked myself into
furor of anger against that unknown
transgressor, Helen's late employer.
was boiling over with rage, which in
creased, if possible, when | found Mrs.
Trevor worse and noted Helen troubled,
anxious face After doing all l could
for my patient, who soon fell into doze,
| called Helen out into the hall.
Helen, give me the name and address
of the person who owes you"
She looked at me inquiringly as took
out my notebook and pencil, but said:
"Miss Floy Garrison, POLO l. avenue"
/ wrote it down hurriedly and without
another word was on my way to find this
girl. | had but one thought-to bring
her to see the sorrows she had caused. 1t
might teach her a lesson and cause her
to feel little of the shame and mortif-
cation Helen had to endure.
When drew up before 2010 l. avenue
u carriage stood before the door and a
party of four stood ready to enter. A
slender, middle-aged lady, fine looking
young man, " old money bags and Dora
Copperfeld! Ribbons flying, curls blow
ing, draperies huttering and merry
laughter.
SO Miss Empty Head was the culprit.
Twas not surprised at all. If had been
knight of the middle ages would have
snatched her in my arms and rushed
away with her, and after showing her the
trouble and sorrow she had caused, i'm
INJURED her in n dungeon deep and dark,
but as it was the practical nineteenth
century | must observe the conventions
alities. So, while thirsting for ven
geance, had to smirk and bow and in.
troduce myself.
Yes, "old moneybags knew DR.
Heathcote quite well by reputation
Glad to meet him. "This," pointing t'
the middle-aged lady, was his wife; thu
young lady was his daughter Floy, anC
this his nephew, Mr.. Philip Everett
from the south"
then politely requested Miss Garrison
to accompany me to see u patient whc
was very low, who knew her, and il
whom she would be interested. Floy
looked inquiringly at papa, who said
Yes, 60"
Not a word was spoken during tn,
drive, but when we stood in Helen
room | pointed to Mrs. Treyor's wasted
form and said:
" Behold your work"
"Oh, what do you mean?"
The blue eyes were round and fright
ened and the roses had faded from the
pretty checks. l turned sternly upon
her and said:
al mean that girl as young and
beautiful as yourself, as well-born ant
as well-bred, has been reduced to dread
full poverty-a poverty such as you hav,
never seen, but have cried over in novels
she has been struggling bravely to keeI
back want and trouble from an invalit
mother, while you were going to parties
and balls; but out of your plenty yor
couldn't spare the pitiful $50 she haC
earned by hard work 1t would have
been small fortune to her and saved
her heartaches and humiliation terrible
to her proud nature!"
Forgive me, oh, forgive me, Miss
Trevor, for my cruel thoughtless care
| lessness!"
She was crying and clinging to Helen,
who stood away.
:" have been so wickedly thoughtless!
| did not know there was so much suffer-
ing and want in the world! Can you
ever forgive me? "
But before Helen could speak, there
was q loud knock at the door, and when
| opened it, Col. Garrison and Mr.. Philip
Everett stood before me. Col. Garrison
explained that after had left them with
Floy, he grew uneasy, thinking he had
been too prccipitate in giving his con-
sent for her to accompany me, fearing
my patient might be suffering from somC
contagious disease.
Here Floy threw wide open the door
and coming into the hall, threw herself
into her fathers arms and sobbed out the
whole sad story.
But what was the matter with Helen
Was she about to faint? She steadieC
herself with one hand against a chair
while the other was pressed TO her heart
her face was deadly pale, and her wide
stretched eyes were riveted upon Mr.
Everett, who when he caught sight of hel
through the open door, stepped forward
with glad cry of "Helen!" His manly
handsome face was radiant with happi-
ness, and heard him say:
Found at last! have searched ev.
crywhere for you, Helen!"
"Can you still"
"Do | still love you? Oh, Helen, how
can you ask!"
And unmindful of us all she fell into
his arms and wept out her sorrows and
griefs upon his heart. closed the door,
| and Col Garrison Flow and | discreetly