The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-09-06

1t Is natural for affection to think
that object beautiful upon which it is
most firmly fixed. and so. when the
little child says lis mamma IS pretty,
it speaks the truth as it preceives it.
even though the face and form Of the
loved one may be plain or homely to
the view Of those who have no cause
to see with the heart instead Of the
eyes. But when little blue eyed, fair
eyed Ada Ackland called her mother
pretty, she spoke the truth. not only
as she preceived it. but as the world
saw it also, for Mrs. Ackland. at thirty
FIVE years Of age, was really a fine
noble. beautiful woman.
And where did you find her papa p
pursued the little pet, making an
effort to climb upon her fathers knee
as he, the centre Of happy home
circle. sat reading the evening paper
IN the handsomely furnished sitting
room Of his elegant town mansion.
w here did | find her, my little
sweet one?" he answered, putting
aside his paper, and lifting the child
to q fond kiss Of her ruby lips. Where
do YOU think, my darling?'
In Heaven, papa, replied the child,
with grave earne5tness.
NO. Ada, / did not find her there.
though / hope some day to meet her
there Ny children" he continued,
turning to three others who grouped
around the table which stood beneath
the shaded light, shall L tell you a
romantic story =
There was a unanimous response in
the affirmative, and all prepared them
selves to listen.
We'll, then, twenty years ago" be
gan Mr. Ackland "a young man took
passage on a steamboat at ST Louis
for Cincinnati For the previous six
months he had been the youngest
clerk Of large house in the former
city, and be was now being sent to
a0t in the same capacity III a branch
house IN the latter place. He was at
this time very poor, and his salary
was very small; and as ms widowed
mother had stinted herself to give him
a good education. he wished to be as
economical as possible, in order to
make more easy her declining years.
For this reason he chose what is call
ed a deck passage. and cheerfully
took his place among a class Of peO-
pie whose general filth and ignOr-
ance rendered them no fit associates
for INN.
Among these there seemed to be at
least one exception, who attracted his
attention from the very first glance.
This was a young, pale, soriowful but
beautiful girl, poorly and thinly clad,
who kept aloof from the others as far
as possible, and appeared desirous of
avoiding observation. The young clerk
soon saw what convinced him that this
girl was alone and unprotected and
| this made her more interesting in his
| eyes lie longed to speak to her, and
inquire into her history, ask if he
could do anything to serve her, but as
a stranger, he feared he might be in
trusiye, more especially as she seemed
! desirous Of keeping wholly to herself.
/ and holding communication with none.
and SO he watched her furtively. silent
! ly, taking care that she should not be
annoyed by perceiying his interest
and admiration.
w ell, soon after the boat had got
under way, steamIng and putting
down the Mississippi, the clerk OF
the steamer came around to collect
the fare of the deck passengers, who
We're first driven into the center of
the boat, like so many sheep, and a
guard Of the crew stationed to pre-
vent the escape Of any Then began
a scene of coarse wearing and Wran
Cling that was far from agreeable to
refined ears of!the young man in ques-
ton, and which caused the young girl
4 To shrink back in diSmay.
Your fare, Miss, if you please"
We're the words shortly addressed to
her, in that cold, abrupt, business like
tone. which, to a sensitive nature, al
ways sounds SO unpleasantiy, because
of the absence OF all sympathy, feel
ing, or even ordinary poiiteness.
The girl started with some con
fusion. put her hand into the pocket
Of her dress, and then, with q look of
/ perfect horror. exclaimed:
God have mercy on me. | have
lost my purse my all,
That won't do, Miss said the
fellow collecting the fare; we have
| just such excuses every day, but tney
won't go down. Come, yo tarH now.
or of you 90 at the next ling"
The girl, who had suddenly buried
her face in her hands. and sat rock
ing to and fro, as one overwhelmed
with grief, seemed not to hear the
harsh words addressed to her. and be