Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1907-08-10

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ing girl, with large gray ayes, and
weak mouth. She stood with her rough
ened hands clasped tightly together, and
tears were rolling down her cheek. and
falling UNDECIDED on her shabby serge
gown.
Audrey Maxse also wore an old serge
gown, but somehow the garment did not
seem TO be as shabby or as ugly as that
which Jean Thwait had on; her small
hands were roughened, too, as with much
work, yet their shape was exquisite, the
fingers slender and straight not swollen
and dis6gured wis chilblains like poor
Jeans; her little head was poised proud
ly on her shoulders ssse carried herself
With regal air, and gave evidence at
this early age Of possessing that most
rare of gifts, beautiful face.
What a dreary place this emale Or
phan Asyplum was, to be SIRE There
was an air of gloom in the dirty-gray-
colored walls; an unspeakable sense of
sadness and restraint in the unlovely,
high-waled grounds, the severe matron,
the young persons in their d;ngy uniform
of blue serge, with their ddster aprons
and thick gray stockings. 1t was called
the Girls Home in Broadborough, and
never was anything under the sun so mis-
named From morning till night the day
was one long round Of drudgery, good
hard manual labor lightencd by many
prayers, and by one hours so-called rec
reation, in which the girls found many
odd tasks to perform that we're net ex-
actly in the category of idleuess or pleas
ure.
The Mayer Of Broadborough had much
to say Ia the matter of election into this
asylum, and it was entirely through his
influence that Jean Thwait, sranddaugh-
ter of old Samuel Thwait, the bookseller.
was provided with a home when the old
man died suddenly and left her, little
child, without a penny or known rela-
tive in the wide world. Everybody knew
that Ralph Thwait, Jeans father, had
made a bad marriage, but the shop of
Samuel Thwait had been an institution
In the town, and naturally out of respect
to an old inhabitant the Mavor did his
best to get the orphan girl we'll cared for
In the future. This done, little Jean
Thwait troubled no one 0ny more; so
Jean was left to the tender mercies of the
matroR, and grew up from tGbyheod to
girIhOod, working In the gloomy routine
Of the asylum as hard as though she
were Of the stronger, not the feebler,
sex. Most of her companions were cases
like her own, all Respectfully connected,
with an occasional aunt OF cousin to
pay them a visit on the day set apart
for this function. and who all with one
accord held up their heads and looked
down ON Jeans pet, Audrey MaSse.
How this latter ever got into the home
was miracle to most people. A found
Rng, the waif and stray child Of vAg-
rant woman who hreathed her last in the
Broadberough workhOuse inffrmary, she
was, by general consent, considered as
outside ths pale and therefore Ineligible
for election into the institution sacred to
the memory Of the Pioss widow of rich
Broadborough tradesman.
Audreys pride had brought down many
weary punishment ON har head; her
fearless. outspoken disposition was call
ed rebelious; her innate sense of deli
cacy and neatness became inordinate van
ity, and her beauty was the last straw
TO the heap Of objections that the matron
and her assistants piled ON this girl. Ev-
cry means had been tried to crush Au-
drey's proud spirit. Every possible bar
rier had been thrown in the way of her
advancement in education, and yet, ia
spite Of all, the girl progressed her hot
pride her extraordinary will carried all
before her, aud to the chagrin Of the mat
ron and her other enemies, al the usual
pubfie examinations, held IN the charnel-
h0uso-like sehoolroom, before the Mayor
and committee, it was always Audrey
Maxss who carried of the fIst marks for
proficiency and general satisfaction.
In all the years she had lived at the
asylum Audrey hsd only ore friend, one
loving heart to sympaehize and help her
in Der Troubles. and this was Jean
Thwait. Often and often AZ night, when
the two young creatures we're alone In
their cold meagerly furnished bedroom
they sat and whispered in the dark Of the
time when they should be free from the
miserable place they called their home.
1--WE are aloRe in the world, Jean"
Audrey would say there IS nothing to
stop u.s. Wa must leae here when we are
seventeen-the rules of the home won't
let Us remain longer-and then we will
go away togther. and work for each 9th
er, and be happy We will leave Eng
land. Jean. and 80 abroad want to see
foreign lands, don't you?"
bat you forget, darling; we've NAV
60 out to service before we are free -
Audrey always shuddered at the word
The parting was not a thought now; il
was a reality, a horrible reality. Three
days before this one that saw Audrey
engaged in putting her few coarse clothes
into the yellow tin box. the girls had
been Summoned into the chapel and cate
chised by a clergyman, who came in place
of the ordinary minister. lie seemed to
find much pleasure in examining Audrey
on certain points, and the girls clear.
fresh voiee. added to her intelligence and
~7onderful face, made a great impression
on him.
After the girls were dismissed. he had
a short chat with Miss Irons, the matron,
in the course of which he told her he
was anxious to find a young woman as
maid for a lady who was one of his par
ishioners.
my wife can find no one suitable
Your girls always give sssat satisfaction /;
and so, If there is one ready to go out