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46. LITTLE GOLDBN'S DAUGHTER.
Golden lifted her head and the lady who had a. kind, middle:
aged face, decidedly. aristocratic, started. and. -uttered. a cry. of sur-.
prise at the beautiful, girlish face with its tearful eyes. like purple-: 7
blue pansies drowned in dew. :
In a moment the lady’s: quick. eyes: had -seen. from. the .cut. and:
fashion of Golden’s simple. garments..that.she: was.a stranger 1-
New York. She repeated,. kindly :.
. What ails you, my child?’ Have you. become separated. from .
your friends?” »
‘No, for I have not a friend in this whole, great city. But Ihave.
lost my purse,” answered. Golden, ‘with childish. directness. .
The lady sat. down beside -her- and regarded. her.'a moment. in.
thoughtful silence... She saw nothing. but the most. infantile sweet-”
’ ness, purity and truth in the lovely, troubled. young face... She was::
touched and interested...
“So you have lost your. purse?” she said. “Have you had your: .
pocket picked?”
‘‘Tdo not know,” answered Golden, forlornly. ‘‘I carried it in _
my jacket pocket, and awhile ago, when I felt for it.I discovered
that it was gone.” .
‘‘Now, I am quite sure you area stranger in. New, York,” said:
the lady. ‘‘If you. belonged in: the city you.would . know better.
than to carry your purse carelessly in. the pocket of your walking
jacket. New York is. full of sneak thieves who. are onthe watch
for the unwary. You say you have-not a friend in the city... Where. :
are you from, my child?’ ~ “: ,
‘* From the south,” replied Golden.
‘* Did you come to New York alone?”
‘Yes, madam. 1am an orphan,” replied the
disclose her history to her interrogator. :
‘* What do you wish for in this great city?” asked the lady... ™
‘* I want to find some employment at present.: Can you help me 2.
asked Golden, timidly and beseechingly. lifting. her. large. blue: eyes»
to the interested face of.the lady. . ‘ -
‘Perhaps I can,” said the lady,
employment do.you wish?- What.
The beautiful, girlish face grew
girl, not wishing to. :
smiling “gently. ‘‘ What kind of »
kind of work can you do?”
4 a little blank. She remembered «.'
her careless, idle life at -Glenalvan.
S ‘Hall, where.no one. ever. taught::
her anything but her grandfather: and old Dinah. .She was com-:
pelled to confe
ss despondently that:she did- not know how to do
anything. .. -
The lady who was a really good woman with ‘a. decidedly benevo- »:
lent turn, studied the drooping face attentively. She saw that there:
was some mystery about the girl; but. the: lovely: young face was SO
guileless and winning that's
he :could.see no evil in. it. She asked: —
er, rather abruptly, what her name.was..-:
‘Golden Glenalvan,” answered the girl, and the. lady frowned. :
slightly, and'said it was too fanciful and:pretty..
“If you are going to work for your living, I would advise you ©
to call yourself by some:plain: and. common: name, such: as Jones of
Brown or Smith.” ~ j
cal, Then I will call myself Mary: Smith;” replied Golden, resign-:
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