The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1910-07-14
! Mrs. Glenfield's Boarder.
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Its no use talking" said Mrs.
Glenfeld, energetically. Poor? Yes,
l dare say he's poor; but so am I
poor. l need the money for my rent,
and this is six weeks he's behind Go
to his room, Ernestire, and take the
bill; it's high time the money was
paid"
Mrs. Glenfield was a sharp-nosed,
long-featured matroH, whose face.
originally pleasant enough, had
grown sharp and acid with years of
weary struggling to make both ends
meet A widow who keeps a New
forh boarding house has plenty of
opportunity to look on the shady
side of things. and Mrs. Glenfield,
somehow, found herself growing mis-
anthrop!cal as she grew older.
Ernestine, her eldest daughter,
took the proffered slip OF paper,
somewhat reluctantly, and went slow
~ upstairs with it.
She, was slight, small creature.
with bright brown eyes. hair OF soft
chestnut hue. and arch, pretty fea-
lures. If E"nestine Glenfield had
Deen the petted daughter of a rich
man, her natural advantages set off
Dy swan s-down, silk and jewels, the
world would have pronounced her 4
beauty. AS it was, with fate and for
tune against her, she even was re-
markably pretty.
She knocked softly ut MIR. Harpev's
door, and a detected voice answered:
Come in"
Ernestinc pushed open the door
and entered.
wallace Harvey sat at the dinghy
covered table, his head resting on his
hands. The handful OF sullen-look-
Ing red coal glowed like 4 vindictive
eye from the socket of the crate. A
pile OF papers, loosely tied together.
lay on the table, close to his hand
Win an open note, containing the
respectfully declined" of some great
publisher, who had never taken the
trouble to read Wallace Harney's
carefully written manuscript.
Mr.. Harvey was young man. prob-
ably thirty years of age, but he felt
much older. He had been fighting
destiny all his life. and UP to the
present moment he had had the worst
Df the encounter. No wonder that he
felt almost inclined to despair.
He started up. however, at the
light sound of Ernestine's footsteps
on the worn carpet.
Miss Glenfield!"
You used to call me Ernestine.
she said, half laughing. What makes
you SO ceremonious now"
Il don't know" he said. vasueIv
pushing the damp hair from his hot
forehead. did you want anything
OF me?"
Ernestine colored and hesitated-
then she laid the bill on the table
close to the inexorable editors note
wallace Harvey sow it, and his cheek
grew as scarlet as her own.
Mamma wishes-that is, she
hopes hesitated poor Ernestine.
who was very bad hand at deceiy
ing.
Il see, said Mr.. Harney. "'your
money or your life'-that is the fash
ionable formula nowadays. But IL
you happen to lave no money, what
them"
an 'cEy SOTTS, Sllu En-
nestine, meckly.
Il do not know why You should
be-" said Mr.. Farney. 1T is six
weeks since l have paid youi mother
anything, but it is not because l have
not been working hard"
"Mamrna's rent cane due last
week." said ErnestiEe, feeling as If
every drop of blood in her body were
turned to liquid fire, "and-oh. Mr..
Harvey, / am so sorry!"
The last words broke from her
lips as she saw the panied look of
modification in the young authors
face. lnvoluntarily she put her hand
in her pocket, and drew out a rustling
tSen;y-dollar bill.
Uncle Jason gave 1t 10 me for a
new dress she said, but my old one
Is good yet-black silk always looks
well, you know, no matter how long
you have worn 1t. Please, please, Mr..
Harvey, take it,
He pushed away her soft little hand
Utmost irritably.
"Ernestine!" he cried, passionate
ly. II am not yet fallen go low as ia
take your little capital"