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THE PAULDING NEW ERA.
VOLUME
DALLAS, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, MARCH 31, 1893.
NUMBER 18.
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BY r. T. MRADK.
CHILD, Mrs.Halliday! Did
you say that you had taken
young woman to board
witli you who had a child?’’
“No, ma'am. No, Miss West
That is, I haven't told her positive
!y she conld come. I thought may
be you mightn't like it.’’
“Yon knew I would not like it,
Mrs. Halliday. I leased you my
house with the understanding that
I would board with you, and that
sny ot'icr b oarders you might tabs
should be perfectly unobjectionable
peop’e. Now, a child is the most
thoroughly unobjectionable crea
ture in the world.”
“But Miss West, this is suoli a
good little dear,and so pretty. Dear
me! She’s a fair little beauty. Her
mother is Sufan Price, whose hus
band was killod in the mill last
year. Poor thing! she's got to
work hard for a living lor herself
and her child. She's come to town
to do fine needle work; but she
won’t have any sign out—oh no,
and she’s willing to take the little
room at the top of the house
You’d never know she was there,
or the child either.”
Not know the child wus there!
Yos can’t tell me. 1 know how it
would be. They are all alike—
little demons that scream half tho
night, and catch whooping cough
and measles on purpose to aggra
vate you; tumble down stairs, pull
your flowers, and slip into your
room iir.d make it a chaos in tw«
minutes. Oh, shouldn’t I know
the child was here!” Miss West
smi'ed scornfully, and the plump
kindhearted landlady winced a lit
tle. Then, suppressing a sigh, she
said:
“Well, she shan't bo here, Miss
West. 1 sin bound to do what 1
can to please you, for you’ve been
very fair and kind to me. I'll toll
Eliza Price she can’t stay any lon
ger than to day. 1 let her stop this
morning because, poor soul, she
didn’t know where elso to go. She
don’t know anyb dy in town but
me. I went to school with her
mother, an l I’ve known Eliza since
she was a baby. A nice, quiet
girl she always was. I’ll send her
with a note to Mrs. Cook. She’ll
take her to board. No, you shan’t
be worritted about the child, Miss
West.”
‘•Thank you, Mrs. Ilalliday,’’
said the cold, handsome owner of
the pretty Hill Cottage, as she
stepped out of the hall in which she
had been standing, dressed to go
out in her gray bat and trim gray
walking suit.
She went down the steps and out
upon the street, while the lanlady,
standing at the window, looked af
ter her, shaking her head as she
said to herself: “She’s a good wom
an and a just one, but she’d hard
—yes, she is a bit hard, though
she's kind enough to the poor. Hut
it does seem a pity she don’t take
to children, if sin could .see
Darling it surely would wr.rm her
heart. Well, I m ist tell Eliza
Price I can’t take her, and I hate
to. It don’t matter about lsnng
the rent of the room—that’s a tri
fle, but'd like to befriend poor
Jane’s (laughter, and that child-
well, she is n darling,”
Meanwhile Miss West was hur
rying clown the street, carefully
lifting the hem of tier neat dress
from the dust. Though Bhe wo*
thirty five, she was a fine-looking
woman, tall aad well proportioned,
with a stately grace in her non.
rente. At t ic comer of the street
she encountered Dr. Gray in his
buggy. Be bowed, and she slight
ly inclined her head in response, a
faint color coming into her cheoks.
Years ago, when she was eighloen
and the reigning belle of Walton,
Ernest Gray had been heraccepted
lover. The engagement was bro
ken off—no one ever knew why.
Miss West, even when a girl, kept
her own counsel, but the neigh*,
bors laid the blame to Eleanor’s
pride and imperious will. Young
Gray had a high spirit himself,they
said, and he would not submit to
exactions oven from the woman he
must have loved deoply, for lie had
never married.
Miss West stopped at the fruit
erer’s at the next corner an l pur
chased some oranges. Thon she
went on to the baker's and bought
a small, crisp loaf of bread. Final
ly she entered a clean, fresh look
ing dairy and laid out fifty cents
for half a dozen new-laid eggs and
a pound of fresh butter. She put
her purchases in a neat little bas
ket that she carried on her arm
and went on her way to visit the
poorhouse, a few blocks farther on.
Once a week she visited this not
very attractive place, always tak
ing some little delicaoy to those of
the inmates whom she knew to bo
ailing. She spoke pi asuntly to
the people she met. Everybody in
the village know her and liked her,
hut she had no intimate friend—
none to love her as she really de
served, for she had a kind and gen
erous heart under the crust of pride
and cynicism that was partly in
herited and partly because her na
ture had been cbilled in its early
bkisnoming.
She spent two hqurs in the poor
house, doing what slio conceived
to be her duty, inrou.Ungdry books
to the inmates and listening to
their detailed accounts of their
ailments. Her face looked a little
worn and tired when she came out
at length into (he balmy spring
sunshine.
She stopped at a florist’s on her
way home and purchased an ex
quisite little tea rose in full bloom-
It was in a pot, and she thought
how pretty it would look in tho
centre of her tea table and bow
sweet ii would smell.
“Thank you, Miss Jones,” she
said to the young woman who ser
ved her; “I should like best to car
ry the rose tree home myself. It
is not heavy. Put some paper
around the pot and 1 can manage
nicely.”
Miss Went then began to ascend
the hill to her home. Tha frag
rance of the beautiful roses re
freshed her. She felt almost
cheerful.
Suddenly, ho wever, she remem
bered “that child,” and some lines
of discontent came into her face.
“Annie lias been inconsiderate,”
she said. “After so many years,
it is the first time I have known
her so. What could have induced
her to want to take in a child? A
child—yes, I will say it—I can’t
bear children.’’
Just then Miss West's steps were
arrested by a shrill, gay voice that
seemed to come down from tho sky
to greet her. Her flower- |iot al
most fell out of her hands, and she
raised her eyes, wondering where
the merry sounds came from. Hor
ror of horrors! a child was half
hanging out of the upper window
of the tall house—adimpled, round
ed, rosy child. Laughter came
Inns the red lips and the. eves,
sparkled.
“■Bing ’em up,” lhooted the im
perious Tittle voice; “b’ingte W(m
sip, pease. They is bootifuL”
“Good heavens! she will fall—
she will kill herself!” cried Mi ip.
West, forgetting altogether her h t-
tred for children as she saw that
this pretty creature might any
moment overbalance herself.
“Go back, child; go back this
minute!" she cried, putting down
her flower-pot and stretching up
her arms waraingly to the child,
“B’ing the woses up—where lias
oo put ’em?” cried the sweet, shrill
voice aliovo her. The golden, cur.
ly head was pushed farther out,
then came a faint ary of dismay,
and tho child was whirling down
through the air.
Quick as thought Miss Wes;
dropped on her knees and extend
ed hor arms. The child fell plump
into them. She was a good weight,
keingdat nnd round. Miss West
thought for a moment that hor
arms were broken; then she was
conscious of an exquisite thrill of
pleasure—she had saved a child’s
life.
She staggered to her foot, helped
by two people who had run up and
were offering all manner of ser
vices.
“Shall I go fora doctor, ma’am?
the child seems stunned like, and
you're hurt yourself, ain't you
Miss West?”
“No, no; 1 shall be nil right in a
moment," breathed the pule wont
an; “but the child !” glancing
town at the little white face that
lay on her arm—“Yes, you had
better run quick and got a doctor.”
Then, as the man ran off on his
mission, Miss West asked a wom
an who stood by to ring ihe door
hell. Before she could do this Mis
Ilalliday opened the door. She
started back shocked and amazed
when she saw Miss West standing
;n the porch holding an uncons i-
ous child in her arms.
“It's Darling' Oil, Miss Weit,
I'm so sorry— how did it come
about?”
“She foil out of tho win low and
1 caught her—that is all.”
“Dear me! What a dreadful
tiling! And you’re ail white and
worried. I am that sorry I could
cry,” half sobbed tho lanlady, wh 0
felt now that Miss West would be
sure to leave the house, and, most
like, to take it out of her hands.
“Give me the child. Miss West,
I'll take her upstairs. Her mother
went to look for a boarding place.”
“No, I will take her to my own
room; you can bring mesome cam
phor, Annie,” Miss West said
gently.
She boro her lovely burden into
her own cool, perfectly-ordered sit
ting-room,and laid it dswn upon a
lounge. Then she knelt dowr by
the child and put hack the tangled,
golden curls from the white fore
head and looked earnestly at the
exquiste face— tho long, curling
lashes that lay on the round cheeks.
“How lovely she is! I never
thought children look like that.
How her mother must love her! 1
pray God she may not behurt!”she
murmured, anxiously.
At this inslant tho curly lashes
unclosed, the blue orbs flashed op
en,and after a little stare of bewil
derment they shone intelligently
into Miss West’s glad, thankfu]
eyes.
What did oo do wid to woses?
did oo get em for me?"
“They are here; you shall bav e
them,” exclaimed MissWest, htnd.
ing over th: child in a ne;v,strange
rapture of joy and tenderness
* She did not beer the sound ef a
footstep at the had! opesdeor. Dr
Gray stopped their, »rested by
the very surprising tableau that
j|ret hie eyes, Miss Weft—th*
cold, heartless Helen—kissing and
crying over a little child.
When at length she bname
aware of his presence and rose and
turned to him, her faco, radiant
with blushes and her eyes shining
softly through the dew of tears, ho
thought he had nsver seen her so
beautiful, evon in the days of her
proud imperious belledom.
“HolonP’ho could not help utter
ing the old name, os ho hs!d out
his hand.
She hesitated one instant,but she
eould not resist the softened mood
that had come over her.
“Ernest!” bIio faltered, nnd laid
her hand in his.
“Susan I’ric 3 did n it move to
other lodgins. She and “that
child" were made heartily welcome
at Hill Cottage: Darling had prov
ed the sunbeam that melted the
chilled heart of its mistress. She
became the pet and darling of the
house, and by none was she more
oherished than by the woman who
had always declared she detesod
children—the once cynical and
haughty Helen Weet, now the
happy wife of Dr. Ernest Gray.—
Old Homeutfad,
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Mr. Editor: —
Some sickness in this commun'-
ty.
Mr. H. L. Kirk paid Atlanta a
business trip last week.
Mr. T. J. McLendon hps about
completed his new dwelling.
Dr. W. F, Golden can be seen
on the road most all the time.
Old uncle Billie Stephens fell
from a wagon tho other day and
was pretty badly hurt.
Mr. Lura Morrison recently pur
chased a set of black smith tools
and will do his owu work from
now on.
(Old Beck is gone.)
Little Fooy.
Ths Way to Die Happy.
An emigration agent accosted an
old negro in Columbus the other
day, -
“I say, old man, don’t you want
to make some money?”
“Dut’s jest what I’m a sarchin’
roun’ fur, boss. I hungry right
now."
“Well, in Mississippi the planters
are paying mighty high prices for
good work hands, and if you -”
“Hole on dar, boss. Jes wait.
I’m a Middle Georgia nigger. I
done bin out dar. I’m a good wuk
h;in’,too. I wuk myself out dar,an*
auk myself back agin, an’ right
here I’m gwine ter stay, ef de Lord
spars me. When I dies I wants
ter have a belly spaug full o’ bread
an’ meat, an’ I wants ter be berrid
in a seminary whar I’m quainted
wid do folks. You heerd my
horn!”—Ftm and Frolic.