The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1906-08-21

But, alas! It confirmed the news OF
their utter restitution. In the fog he
had lost them, and he knew not where.
Whittier had they strayed, hand in
hand, that hapless pair, in the yellow
fog of that terrible Sunday?
II have seeked,y said Dittmer, Zach!
Himmel! Heiligl l have seeked in the
bureaus where the names are taken of
ladies who want places. NowheresS1o l
find her. Whittier is she gone? What
does she do? Honorable Herr War
Press Correspondent, what does she
do?"
1t came out in subsequent conversa-
tons and examination, how he had
passed the night with them, and
pledged his credit-the credit of a Ger
man clerk on forty pounds a year,
with the friendly baker for them.
"Her heart was broken-Ja, Herr
War Press Correspondent broken
when she heard that you were killed.
Afterworts she never smiled except
with the children of the gracious Lady
Emptage. Broken was her heart Once
l ventured to ask would she graciously
give me only one of the fragments. But
she would not part with the smallest
piece. All-all-are yours, Herr War
Press Correspondent. Now you are
back recome, and she, who should have
returned to the Fruhling, and the time
Of roses--where is she? Love waits for
her, and die Hochzeit--the high time
but where is she? ask the everlast-
ing stars
There was no reply from the stars,
which Of late years have ceased to
interest themselves in the fortunes Of
men, and are now silent, perhaps I'M
moved, spectators, and refuse by any
combinations Of their own to reveal
the future or to guide the conduct of
those who consult them.
There was, however. a third letter
This came from Harley House, and
was signed by Beatrice Aspey. 1t was
written in the old-fashioned straight
lined Italian hand, which was formerly
the only kind permitted to women
Tom called upon the writer, who had
nothing to tell him but the history of
the last weeks of privation and fruit
less hunting for work while the slender
resources Of the two girls wasted away
too rapidly. But she told him as well
of Katharine's patience and her grief.
And she spoke with so soft a voice, a
manner so gentle, and face so sweet,
that his heart was drawn toward her.
"And, OH sir" she concluded, II am
sure-I know from my experience that
the two girls must have gone for days
and days with nothing to eat from
breakfast one day to breakfast the
next, because their breakfasts were all
paid for beforehand, you know. And
when they went away, Katharine told
the matron that they had not enough,
between them, to pay for another week.
And they had parted with all their
things"
"OhF' Tom groaned. my poor girl!
My poor Katharinew
'All they took away with them they
carried in one small hand bag. l don't
think they had even a change OF
clothes.''
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''That is all. To look for work week
after week; not to find it; to starve; to
grow shabby and poverty-stricken in
appearance; and at last not to have
money enough to pay for bed and
breakfast even in such cheap place
as thisl That is all, except that other
girls have friends, who viii in the end,
though often grudgingly enough, do
something when it comes to the worst.
These poor girls had no friends. There
were never two such girls in the home
before. Their dreadful friendlessness
brought them together. They shared
what they had; suffered together, and,
OH Mr.. Addison, they went out into the
streets together hand in hand, quite
penniless. Don't cry; it's dreadful to
see man cry. Perhaps they have
found friends
But where-where- where? And
why don't they answer my advertise
ments?"
why, girls like that never look at
papers except to see if there are va
cant places for which they can apply.
What do they want with newspapers?
What interest can you expect girl to
have in the world when all her
thoughts are centred in the difficulty
Of finding food?"
! Elm the streets, friendless and penni-
less" Tom repeated. "Poor Katharinei
Poor child Was there no one in this
house, where there are twenty women
and more, all Of whom knew Of her
dreadful trouble, to do her the simple
act OF charity Of keeping her from
starvation? Not oneT'
''There are thirty women Ii this
house. Not one among us ALL Miss
Beatrice answered, with quiet dignity,
sis ever rich enough to give away half
crown. This is Poverty Hall. This
is the refuge of those who are broken
down early or late in life; we are beg
gars. all, except my sister and myself,
who live on a little money, which al
lows us to give penny, but never a
shilling. Oh. there are plying hearts
among us! Do not doubt that. Some
times ones heart is like to burst with
the miserable pitifulness of it al, and
the want Of power to help it,
eYet SO little would have done to help
them over week or two"
How do you know that some Of the
other women here were not in the same
plight? Do not condemn us hastily,
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