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Fatered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1831, by NORMAN Z. MUNRO, tn the offce af the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. (Entered at the Post Optce, New York, as Second Clase Matter.)
Vol. VIII.
NORMAN 1. NUM!
{tnd To antewansr se
NEW
YORK, FEBRUARY 14,
1881.
95.09 Pan arocea tx ADvance. }
$1.80 ron 1x
No. 884
Child of the City.
Cu of the city, droopin ‘opin
‘With wistful eyes
ng fl
es and mortal ‘brow,
heart to hear thee
ch ote + boa re with sorrows tears,
hush my h uk
with winds far beyond thy years
cuit of the city, captive bird,
in the busy mart all day
wie trill of thrush is never woe
Pe
‘That feebly beat thy prison bars!
cana of the city, not for thee
sand joss to childhood dear
my Tonging oy see
leaves, th ea tr sb leaves, appear.
me buoyar thou mayst not know
pee oils ‘the vee rustic Tass
wi , with
Kn e-deep amid the wh
cua or the city, in thy dreams
g fields, green winding
pa ee summet ds, bright gic wiventes,
"And children weaving daisy-ch
Are all thine own: thy weary feet
Hale fearful Press the Seondering flowers;
01
Dares to invade those rapture hours,
Child of the city, from the tre
Laden with bloom the Bosom fall;
In fairy mani sings the bree
ma the woods the wild birds call,
tthe ‘auligh fails like golden rain
From the veloute sky abow
white: Nature s
a joy "Oh, God is love!”
Child of the sity. worldly.wine ncn.
Ere yet thy life hath renehed fea Sneon!
weet ensive brow, and win ttal
orld-worn he art grown ci s0 soon!
ig, be brave,
ed though sy lot may be;
Fix all thy hopes beyond the grave,
"Where lowers sinaorta | ‘loom for thee.”
—o-—
Beatrice, the Orphan:>
THE SHOP-GIRUS FATAL DREAM,
AH M. [gant e
Author of “The Child Wifes” * Yh A A the Street" Eatie Sy ‘Only a, Working Girl” “ Driven
ower
CHAPTER I.
An, good-evening, my dear; stormy night,
ion he aly ig Tumbrella will come ia handy.
tensity, and he tried by every art in bis
awaken a corresponding emotion in her
| bu Beatrice was the promised wife of Wi alter
Bentley, whom she loved with all her heart,
Mhera, was something, in the tone
ied to chill the warm blood in
Valter: Bentley's eine, while Beatrice. trembled
so violently that he bent his face closely over her
own to whixper in Was min
e
to glance again toward
tho spot whore Irving had sso, the latter was
one,
SOUS Ly little darling, don't weep s0 violently, the
man is mad driven’ out, of is, wits by to
for my pretty wife,” whispered Walter, RSTn
ertulness he ‘om feclig, white
he eatrice, stil voting ond I elivging to him, an-
di word ge as those spoken
in
wel
Dysttora rice Irving:
sit—asit ie had epoken only the truth,
“T feel as
His strange, br ight eyes seem to into my,
"y soul feel that it Movhad ‘eatled to inet
Should be obliged to——
The last words were spol isper—the
his
golden head leaned more heavily on Walter's arm,
he white lide drooped close over the soft brown
“Father in Heaven," she fervently prayed, “watch over, guide and protect dear little Bessic, and teach her to forgive her mother!” | here t
[arms clasping his neck, and her bright head nest-
ing in his bos:
"The clone that seemed to hover over the loving
little family during the evening was dissipated,
id when Bentley ret that
hight, there was no harniet busband or father In
aulthe world, and e from out the! »
warn him that this was the Inet
ie of ‘tr
jong years
.CHAPTER IIL,
THE FATAL DREAM.
was the hour of midnight, jer Bent-
aly
mn
‘lite stand neer her bed, revealed her'fnce, a |
yr dove, what a pretty gi. Who te she, eT a of six weeks, bring: eyes—the girl had fainted
“ nod. |, We will pass over a period of 2 as death, and ptinguiarly rigid. Suddenly ber
do ea ‘ute fat ey gn ist pase ing vo thea ‘Beatrice werding..” Beat. cuAPren it Ara oolened their clanp of he child and she |
ing and smiling at Jrurace Trving, a tall, dar he coming of her lover in rose toa ‘iting posture in the bed, pressing her
tance of thi eal Gressed and tovall ap. the litte fale ‘ot her bor house, A HAPPY TOM: hands over her forehead.
Pisin ‘a mnan of culture and refluement, while | Very beautiful wanna deca an ure meres, cones here pte Fock dornat Her eyes were wile open, bat Jooked fixed and
hf companion, "Sosy oe etal uy |surrounutings, anda faee eo fair and dainty in| us, he ising ie hand to tis, “Call him, baby Thsuat sine were Tistenty sha tightly, gents, ant he
joe ite coloring that one could not louk upon it with- | darling, call its own dear papa!” though she were listening and seaifinig.” A¥ last |
Ii her, is one ot the out 8 fooling at glmiration. ‘The sound of a step | "The Latent thus adiressed. a sweet little he eee noting ot a Bite on wnd reel
joi, sone paching the parlor door browght a warn of one year: repeated over aid over again “papa! owty ‘the bedroom in which fiesta
ity, while Teving turned luis head away rt Mit jobe hee cheek, and she t he veetty head. papa” while the young mot kissed its early | Nowly out sleeiing, Into the cowey hte sitting
s witl waving masses of + cl , head rapturous . wed thi
ie ‘he sii that curved test ie vile Over her sen and dropped her shy brow A moment hater and “papa” ranclasping moth- room beyond Her * Se_atill preser Ting et at vay
‘sie’s The door | er and child in one lose ‘
‘es in weil feigned unconsciousness. joor
Oponed, and a man entered and approached the
Tow chair on which fat, but as bis hand
‘y much intere-ted_in her,”
con-
1 Ln ert canta got ucered
en
“Did ores pe the caning, Walter? Did you
hear b g you!” was the mother’s first
her history, st as much of it as she knows |e) lightly on ber shoulder, she started up With | question.
herself. She was a founding, I believe, edu ‘ightened ct And Walter Bentley kissed his lovely wife
through the charity, of strangers in a fashionable |® (yUy rySu stare led mo, Mr. Irving, I—I thought | and. baby. Bessie, us ho answered: -“L did not
convent, They may have intended te ma it was Walter,” sie faltered, tag she sie back ito | hear her, dearest, ‘but Leaw you both long ere I
lady of her, but throngh reverse: her chair, a ivering beneath the glauce | reached the house—the two aweetest faces in all
were unable to carry out chi rate , the world, shining on me with the light of wel-
died before Patrice 8 edlucal was nis Irving ea ed heh ly. The e expression of his | come in their de reyes. Ah,
leavin: unprovided for. Since she bas | gacq was. well calculated. to arouse unpleasant] times long £0
had son ese mes, but ss, shell) motions in the heart of The beholder He looked | the luxurves Tain now forced. to
come out all mii i ve end. Al mn so0m | Haggard and nervous, and bis eyes, dark, hollow, | wo are happy asit is, are sre no, sweet fe You
fo admire her og i face, and as for our fore. and imi nous as sara, seemed Yo, posses hai ted, during ‘these
relies alter Bente Rin eyes as itt sum rose | tie power to pres throug het f fora tine”
d sot on tat eo head of hers) ppt J bes | pe said, in a tow bila ¢ whisper, “But not fore Posi
a, Mr Leving, t, emembor my sword 10
your EPyon Mant an introduction to Beatrice Her- | ever, Bent derbert, remember my oc | depeak
Pos forever omeeting, Lam not as other men, | ing, Beatrice was silent, seeming to forget. that
upted Irving, “Lam atric ice. I have strange bel jets, 1 am told, and] jer husband had put a question to her, Hor face
&
Ee
"|
peels oth in art and
is evi ny devotion to. yours
‘om Borie by my roice sank to a ten
loser to
But is I am convinced,
mr yo cael of ts mortals, + “eivencon ant,
And Tanr yours, a8 y mine. Oh, my dar:
on ae wralln, | ling! my Soul! cease th eeless struggle egainst
ow ditt Lrelio. | fate, give yourself to me an nd—” a
ied, but | ‘The sentence was never completed, for at ab thls
ch ‘Walter Bentley entered the roo
deep-tone!
whi leper, ‘while ‘be drow his companion cl
him under the
The
shelter of his
had grown suddenly paie, and she moved away
fronthis side, leaving bisa with baby Bessie. in
his arms,
od ‘wish you would not mention Horace Irving’ 's
im-
me,” she said at iast, ine pettiab a
patent tone quite new to her. "I saw him to-day,
Walter, Tsee him quite often Intely. He-was
oment wit
listened to th i the m mn by. Beatrice ce sprang into his arms, sobbing and shiv- geet ody vial Bessie @ f the
ne ° rin | ering from terror. i nd Feeoen .
wie egal Ban hogan grease fight. Ghia i the mi enning of this scene! Me Towle wate epee siren Sa mane Wim, - Come,
ened its clasp on his arin, parted fFom | Ing, wet dint wlll be ‘n'a. few ho to IY genanded| Sue ane be mo the sail Dt neat
resided, and continued walk al _
e, with his sbowghts “ull of Beatrice Her- | wit vs as
ing he | such th ‘irl
SEEEGIT SPP te af th set ae | ah Eee kick ning ony ts
a
in to you in the lady's
‘you will find me at
the mi
avons sea *
‘any other t
know her, the face that shone on mo iat etn
ht is destined to work ce ve fen iafae
or evil on my ie a Thcg te ‘eave’ o congrat
espe tom tis reek ween I woall bare sacriiont my immortal
band. W >
i must
jn > But te, though she
sto os “oe the week found ho dma in the won he eae ee fi
petanine, and if I calle
me, even, te
at the first sight of t Fca the shelter "Se your arms.’
though you ae
aS
on hie ore vant
tole
apartment in which the sapper-eal
she eonclnded, and Walter
52
1e progress o}
quietor ain Teen aiTectionate
thennor toward
owas Vi tired, 2 while Beatrice was en:
gaged in learing the ‘bie he fell asieep in iis
epi
comnfortaul ble a cha nity ith baby, also sl
ter,
‘ine jirestur of bie witere line apatnat his
2) own soul.
=| It had
_preelai
once
She ising. in her sleep, Her first act on
A ering tie ‘sitting-room was to don her cloth-
and Wrap a soft, gray shawl about her
sisttdany She then proceeded to open a pretty
-denk, from which she took
ited. note paper, in ome corner of
iter r had Suingly y engraven ber mot
B, B. Seating the desk,
she calmly trocsete rite, her rigid face
never changiig mor moving & muscle; as she
penned words that were destined to consign to
a living death the husband she loved lear as her
will look over her shoulder and
read, as whe writ
Me M—
I deem it my duty to inform you
‘ et me Feehan 's dishonenty. He is robbing you,
web of silk can be fou
aur sltting-rooms
“Yours, in deep affiction and sorrow,
“ Bratnice BENTLEY.”
Tho letter was correctly signed and sealed,
and Bentrice quietly mine foun the stairs and
out of the house, carry! with her. As we
have said, it was alter Thuinighe. and the streets
were dark and deserted, but Beatrice showed no
sy! sony of fen "The house § in which she dived
ww doors distant fro
in a smail close
"Tere was inpsbox for’ letters; and
Into this Walter ace wife dropped the tata]
had writte
to her osha employer,
ik been done im Tess than ten, minutes,
and Beatrice returned ce to "the house, re-
e+] careful manne
moved her cote a aa fohted ua ie her pmsl
then crept softly back into
a place by her baby’s side. At i same mo.
e child awakened, and stretched out it
chahiy ‘hands, calling:
amma, Thammal
Toe sound. ol eet cooing voice, of the
touch of the Shay ‘hands aroused Beatrice from
happiness he was to know in very | ten in her slee
plied
as se went from ono object fo anotiier in the | erty
room @ somnanidulist.
and | Beatrice read it slowly word
the infant to her breast: with a low, shud-
dering «1
“Ol, baby, baby darting! Mamma hashad
such ‘rightful dreamt Walter, my love
up sand Tis ream
ee wonts were only a drowey
Waltei sleeping soundly, and
matrice’s gon head “telf back upon the
palow. "She now in the deep and
Sreaiens sleep of ‘and physical
ust
bata hour in the morning she
wal went about her household
dues "olin pale and heavy-eved, but
retaining ber brain no memory of her
“eum.
™ Beatrice, you are not looking well.
wish you would let me bire a girl to help
you about th Walter as he
isband or her baby comfort-
anyone but herself. And. Walter
an the sweet, cilieh face 90
own, all the
ton, fvetiah samica that bad grows famiiar
her—his eweetheart,” bis “darling,” bis
child:
precious
CHAPTER Iv.
SELF CONDENNED:
“MR nts to
Bex wai
ak to porns i hie pr private office.”
said one of the cash girls to the foreman
fon that satue afternoon; and Waiter, Bent-
[ey obeyed the summons cheerfully, with
ho foreboding of the tate he
hasten
"be 8 ce into the face of, his em
tartled him, and
te ohie Jin so
‘as ten:
question, and
Cantiot you guess, Walter Bentley? Did
you expect to go on deceiving me and rol
jbing me forever undetected? You have
played your game nicely, but at last I know
you for what you are. a hypocrite and a
Uhief, Ofticers, take charge of your pris-
3
t the first words of bis employer, Walter
Bentley bad staggered back against the wall
nethough a bullet bad struck bin
But now he fung asile the hand
pon bis
ise a
euler end ‘eontronted hs accuser with
the fires of @ righteous indignation Hghe-
Ng gp his fine bine ever. :
nger man bad dared to apply
those ethers to me, Bir. M—y, I would
have how to punish him,” he cried
ina. voice, that shook and trembled with
“bat for, you,” the tone changed”
6
y, what have t
50 erurlly wrong met"
i—y turned away his head, exclaim-
ing neheneiniys “My God! what an’ actor this
ist TEL nd not received proot
fone that "you should
strong
I could swear that he was innocent.
Tock here, Walter Bentleys lonk at this leteers do
yon recoghize the handwriting!”
He was holding out the letter Bentrice had writ-
jeep the night before, and Walter re-
unhesitatingly:
Itis the handwriting of my wife.”
“With, sour own lips you Wave condemned
ep
yourself,” aad Eadly, a5 he proceeded
to read Boatri ‘ice's eletter a aloud.
‘An officer has been
4 Walte sent Ww int to
ried with the laborsof @ busy day, slept | search for or the piece of silk mentioned in thinnote,
ter the
continued Mr: M—y, reading of t
ard bis
1; but it is doubtful whether Walter {i
red
ont,
“Beatrice! Beatrice! my wife.” he murmu
‘with babie Bessie clasped to her bosom,
seas ain slept but. i Jean rently “There wang wards.
nervous itchin rer her mouth,
and a ‘contin ual motion. ot the hand toward the
Something oppressed
strike tam
where he stood, it wasinleed a frightful reality,
perann drowning will see the vision of ali
hicpan iife in those fant tortie moments. 99
every incident connected with tie co
fulequent intercourse with Bentrice came dis:
tinetly before Walter Bentley.
Ke ert ion on the eve of their m
while confessing the
y Horace Irving. ‘Then again
‘display ed asual agitation only the might
while confessing that
[Jooked up and recogmized her whil
indow with her baby in her arms,
“Coan it bo that she is tired of me and the pov.
of our home; and hersel¢ employe thig means
get me out of her way?
nok will not believe it! ana cine ‘both hands
cover his head Walter Bentley @ chair,
groaning nloud in bis agony, < completely ‘over?
come, and scarcely conscious of bis eurroundin
“i ist go with us,” said 0
“ome, f the
officers, toncning im om the shou nd wits
gat a word Walte between the
two efficers
Half an our ater TDeatrice Bentley was con:
ducted to Mr. M—y's office policesan
who had bee t to search for the nike
closet off of the Bentley sit
lOrence, eel.
Pate v's feet and begging haan pit
to withiraw the cruel ebarg sa Shun pikeouse
« Poor young thing! she bas Fepente " said 0
of the oficers a tone of reluctant “compassion:
swlile Mr, Muy, with w heart fall of pity for the
girl who had ‘ee for ere Years in his employ,
and whose 8 quite familiar to him,
rained ber from. ite oor and placed her in achair,
said sorrowft
sate, don’t try to deceive mo; it
now, since your husband has
ed our handwriting, and the
cn
Heit recog
ns beet found 3 the place you mentioned in
your enters!
ie was holding tha eter tare her eyes, and
for word, with her
ratitul face white ar death, and her hands
clutching ccmulsively at her heart
may ting rote it: ob,
¥ God, Wanace stein Toad. Take we tohin, Hols
| Finocent. If you have one spark ef pity in your
heart, Tet mo ee my nd. Let me see bim
'y you, and you shall see him.” replied
y earing that the young wife would
lose her under the cruel strait sig had
not heard hie words, ‘The pretty g0
head
"and found her kneeling before hin, her. soft {that strange, unuatural slumber, and she elasped | had fallen ‘forward ‘on. her brecste the elasped
—
He Peery
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