Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-08-31

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a, ,ros made hdppB By being dllOtccd to
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n was a warm June morning, and
n ,;rds caroled in the tall elms along
4 rrove street. Housemaids were opening
norlor shutters or sweeping off Yerandas
rritb snatch of song on the lips, and that
nocnliar firt of the broom that betokens
sno weather and light heart. The
milkman's wild cry was expiring ut one
and of the long street just as the news
hov's sbrill yell broke the silence at the
otber Shadows lay cool on the brown
road and the town gardens eXhaled their
sweetest odors.
# was lust at this moment that Mrs.
Northup's lodger turned into Grove
street on her way to the postoffice. Mrs.
Nortbup's house was not on Grove street.
There were no such humble little houses,
\ with a garden the size of a pockethand-
\ kerchief and bit of drying lawn at the
hack on that fashionable thoroughfare.
All the dwellers on Grove street were
carriage people, with ample incomes and
everything handsome about them. Mrs.
Northup was only the wife of conduct
or on the Applicable line, with II salary
Of less than a thousand a year. Her
house stood in Ford's alley and the bit
Of garden above mentioned abutted on
the railway, so that the house was shaken
BY passing trains many times a day.
The alley was filled with small mechan-
les houses and stables, and was not
conspicuously clean little street, and the
peqrness of the main line, where day and
night the trains whizzed past, and steam
Whistles emitted unearthly shrieks,
Z made it not an ideal country residence,
But Mrs Northup's house was shin
ing oasis amid the litter and disorder of
Ford's alley. Northup was what the
neighbors called "a snug man, fond of
delving in his garden during his spare
time, and with an inherent streak of
neatness, much furthered by Mrs. North
ups good management. AS NOrthup was
away much Of the time and there was
only one child, Margery, a quiet little
maid of five, Mrs. Northup let two of
her rooms to dodgers. 1t was the new
ledger who had the west corner room
Mrs. Northup gazed after now, as she
walked away toward the turning OF
Grove street. A reserved, quiet young
girl, Mrs. Northup could make nothing
OF her, and the expression on the good
woman's face was puzzled and dissatis-
fed
Miss March seemed always to be writ
ing, and the landlady when she looked
INTO her room saw her dodgers dark head
bent over II table covered with papers
between her and the light. But Mrs.
Northup had contided that morning to
John, while in the act of shaving, that
the new ledger, though she kept so close
and said nothing about her folks and
never made free with anybody, was a
perfect lady. Though she had been in
'ne house month, John Northup had
only caught sight of the young lady two
Or three times as she passed in and out of
me little garden gate, but his wife had
impaired to him all her ideas concerning
Tue new lodger, until he felt IA mysteri-
GUS respect for this girl-as if her pres
ehce IN his household had raised the
sanding of his family in Littlefeld,
Pays her rent right on the nail, said
us wife, as she served his breakfast, land
aas got brother at college named Will
ara There are only two of them in
Tue world, and she expects Willard to do
great things. | mistrust she is helping pay
wizards way by her writing, and don't
n ,e' MN know what struggle she has to
i've and keep soul and body together
poor thing. Do you know, John, wake
up In the night and think about that girl
sometimes. I've noticed marks of crying
round her eyes, and it's been borne in
vi Inc she is very poor"
=, You always was soft hearted, Nelly"
Me laconic John responded, as he took
us hat to 20 to the station.
on this fine June morning Mrs. North
up watched Miss March as she went
'uown the alley-a tall, slender young
slri' with abundant brown hair and
large gray eyes.
Shes got STYLE" thought Mrs. North
up If her dresses are poor, sleasy stuff,
Gil black and without a frill or plat. |
never could get my dresses to set like
uers anyway whatever. But it's her fig
ger guess. Yes, she has got beauti-
-ui Niger, and am dumpy, and always
was. And the becomingness of that
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