The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1894-02-23
xe had come home the lucky possessA,

aelia, to make yourself agreeable to
him." said Mrs. Gafrick to her tail
daughter. "Who knows how he maJ
decide to leave his money!"
"Oh, by-the-wsy I" said Cousin Ben,
the fist day that he came home to
dinner. 81 met Burley in The Ex-
change, and he was telling me that
Alfred was dead"
"Yes, "smilcd Mrs. darrick. ''Some
coup, Benjamin? It's lobster bisque,
Ind very nice: OH yes we nre all
hortalr
hWell,a uuoth Ben; shifting the
table with his fist '.'thero isn't soul
that I'yd eaictilat ID mora br seeing
Mheh l CAME back than Alfred No
body but myself ever knew how good
Alfred was 10 me in the days when oil
yes, Louisa, you and Pierson, too
tnrned their back upon Inc, Ah, you
never knew II, but went To-, into the
old garret ono day, with a clothes line;
to hang myself: There didn't stem to
be anything else I'd do. And Alfred
camc after me--;t WAS when that little
baby Of theirs Was SO Ill of cfoup, and
he was looking f51 hefbs td make Herb
tod mid l tell you he talked to me sc
nc One else nad ever done. And he
took his last five hundred dollars out
% the bank and packed me Otto South
America with it. Oh, sent back t6e
money long agol But what could pay
for tho kind words and the helping
hahl --ehs Poor Alfred SD he's
dead! And that pretty, little wife ~
h's-and the 6Rild! She grew up,
Il H. l. l. r l. q
mean to so out to Elmvillc to-mor.
row and see after the child. They
called her some strange Spanish name
--Isidora or Isola, Alfred's wife was
always fanciful."
Mr.. Pier5on Garrick swallowed his
soup silently, Mts; Gdfri6k Aid. her
,lhn3fteY tS6lidnged glahces behind the
TIA urn.
How lucky it was that they hal sent
thcir country cousin away! For the
Gnrricks were money wursliipcrs, and
TIL, idea of dirertih3 one cent vi Ben's
fortune from their own eofcrs was
terrible IT, them:
Bihiaiiiih Garrick went t. Elmville
tine next day. but to no purpose.
The old house was closed, padlocked,
Janu,ry SHOWS, and no one could tell
him what hal hncc.:C vi the solitary
cniid with the strange Spanish name.
Anil iio one nSMpntliiaed htofs deep
~ with HIM ih His disappointment
th,n Cornclla Garrick
Isola had heard her iather speak of
the waywmrl consin who hal drifted
OF into the aurifcrous South, but that
was all. o. his return she knew moth
in, or sllc might have felt more hope
fl, that evening when the hcor walker
notified heF iii ah incidental wny that,
AS it was necessary to cut down their
expenses after the holidays, they had
decide to dispense with her services
thereafter.
Poor Isola! Did the floor walker
know that she had but twenty-five
cents i'll her pocket2 that she was in
debt to the confectionery wife2 that
ia NIL the great, tlreary city she knew
not whittier to turn?
The man made some little careless
Jest as he counted out their week s sal.
AIRY, minus sundry fines, to her and
the five other victims who were Oh the
discharge list.
They looked blankly at each other,
but went quietly away. What else was
there to do2
'i must go to Mrs. Pierson Garrick
now, snid Isola, ''evcn though she
stared me full in the face and never
chose to recognize me to-day. She is
at lcast woman, and she has n daugh-
ter of my own age
The next day she paid her small
stock of money to the confectioner's
wife for the board bill was little
enough, and the poor woman had sore
need of it-and walked through the
deep snow to the handsome house on
Lexington avenue.
AS she stood hesitating at the foot
of the steps, q stout, elderly gentle
man, dressed in tall silk hat and q
fur trimmed ovcrcoat. came down
them.
He glanced casually Mt her, but she
had turned away her face. 1t seemed
as it everybody must know that she
was n bcggar, and the shame of it
oh, the shame of it
"Prctty girl" said Cousin Ben to
himself. "Hangs down her head too
much, though"
81 wish Uncle Pierson was lilso him"
And then she timidly assembled the
slippery steps and rang the bell
Mrs. Picrson Garrick was adding up
her housekeeping accounts in pretty
little room opening from her husbands
library. Between the two apartments
hung II portiere of richly Ital-
ian silk.
She looked up Indignantly as the
parlor maid ushered in the unwelcome
visitant. Fair Cornelia raised her
eyes from the novel she was reading.
"Well. / declare! !" cried she. "And
what is it that brings you here, Isola?
Did not mamma tell 5ou that you must
depend on yourself?"
Il never saw such assurance in nv
life - said Mrs. Pierson Garrick, grow.
ing very red.
Isola looked pitcously from one to
the other.
81 have tried to depend on myself"
said she, "and | have failed. Please
don't look so cruelty at me- All | ask