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Show 'asncr.'milJgnityalHxitberwT.ich attracted attract-ed the beholder, and this vu felt though never admitted by the whole multitude ft Mrs. Moriarty's boarders. The color of her eyes was dark bluish greyj changeable eyes, dark in moments of excitement ex-citement nml serenely, sweetly gentle in juriods of rcjiuse. Her hair was very abundant and of a rich (.'olden color; though, in the suniight an auburn tinge of rare softness gently shimmered through it. Her complexion was purity itself in a word, she was a creature of rare beauty, anil the reader may deierid were she ot herwise she would not appear in these columns as the heroine he-roine of this story. About three months prior to the present time, she had pulled the 111 at the front door of Mrs. Moriarty's house and en-paged en-paged board, informing that stout but gonial dame that she had been recommended recom-mended there by Mr. Jenney, the Superintendent Super-intendent of the Factory. Mrs. Moriarty bade her welcome; and the two had quite a long conversation together, to-gether, and th-S result of that conversation caused considerable excitement among the generally hum drum Imarder of that establish es-tablish merit the cause of the excitement was that Miss Wcldon was to bo given a, whole, room to herself. The tmarders divided themselves into groups and discussed this very wonderful and somewhat suspicious arrangement among themselves, and wondered what the world was coming to, and particularly Mrs. Moriarty's hoarding-house. But wonder was turned to the wildest amazement, when, a day or two after, a wagon backed up to the door, ami a "('nickering Grand Piano" was carried into the house, anil, marvel on marvel, right straight up to Miss Weldon's room! This was the feather that broke the back-lxme of the unfortunate camel and completely demoralized what little order and regularity of mind nnd sense the twenty-nine boarders of Mrs. Moriarty jmssessed. WieTiad succeeded In her purpose however how-ever she had broken the charm! the Imardcrs gave forth a sigh of relief, and tlie usual chatter-chatter began. In the meantime, and without attracting tlie attention of her companions, llarlmiu (ilendon had flitted quietly from the room. Let us follow her for a brief period to her own apartment, a large snuare room, (.n.'aining six lieds, the usual apportionment apportion-ment in ('or'iatioii Hoarding-houses with a lare floor, a couple of washstand. half a dozen broken chairs, a couple of cracked looking glasses; a number of di-esses and other wearing apparel hanging from the walls. Barlau-a Glendon carefully locked the door behind her. She then drew a letter from her pocket, which she unfolded, proliably for the third time, and proceeded to read it. having done so, she let her hands fall into her lap. and lient her eyes atat rartedly on the floor. Her face was very jaile, and in every lineament of it the agitation of her mind was perceptible. Suddenly she sprang to her feet and walked up and down the room ; her hands were clenched and pressed to her burning brow in a little time she jiauseil, and a low sigh escajied her, and she muttered : "Yes! 1 will do it. What is the world without him surely there it no harm yes 1 will see him!" Seeming thus to have come to a determination, de-termination, she hastily bathed her face and arranged her gloriously abundant hair; donned her outer garments, and un-Jierceived. un-Jierceived. stole silently from the house. She jiassed hastily down the main street, and in about fifteen minutes found herself upon the common, the only public ground in the enterprising city of mills where our story is located. She moved slowly tlong one of the walks of this green bit of ground, when she was suddenly joined by, apparently, a young and very stylish looking man. She took his arm. w hich he extended, with seeming reluctance, and together they continued dow n the walk." A HONTED HEIRESS. I A TALE OF FACTORY LIFE IN SEW KN'GLA.Mt. Ily MiJor Mac-Namara. C'lIArTKR I. ! WHIcn INTROmi BS TUB 11KAI1ER TO TUB IX-NATKS IX-NATKS OF MRS. MOHIARTY'S OOHPOKATIIlit BoAKOlSU-HOIKB. ANU I'iKTK I LAKI.V TO THK LADY WHO OWKH TUB liHAND PIANO. There was a little flutter of excitement among the inmates of Mrs. Moriarty's lioaidiiig-house, "Corporation Hoarding House," aa the highly polished brass plate announced on the spruce door of the establishmentowing es-tablishmentowing to the fact that a new boarder waa expected; and thirtv tongues of thirty very nice looking girls assem- ' bled around the long table in the dining-room dining-room were discussing the probable looks, disKsition and general characteristics of the exjiected addition to their society. These young ladies seemed to lie especially especial-ly interested in one, seemingly, important articular, to-wit: In which twin the new-comer was to be installed. "Well, I'm sure they ean't put her in ir room, can they Jane ?" cried "ne of the girls, with a glence of supreme confidence into the face of her next neighbor. "That they can't," replied Jano as she carefully gathered a few green pens together to-gether on her plate projiaratory to devouring de-vouring the same "we've got four girls in our room besides our two selves, an' that is all Mrs. Moriarty allows ina single room, for 1 heard her miy so." - "Nor in our room, either, though there is one spare lied," exclaimed another "but I can tell you into whose room she will go." Twenty-nine pair of eyes were turned upon the sjieaker, and double that num-licr num-licr of knives and forks ceased to rattle, ' while the voice of one pretty creature 1 broke sudden silence by asking: ! "Irto whose room will she go Nellie?" "Into Miss Weldon's of course there Bi e four spare beds in her room, and only herself to occupy them." The battery of eyes aforesaid, were now turned toward the farther end of tho dining-table where the young lady just mentioned. Miss Wcldon. was serenely sitl ing, taking no part in the conversation, and paying a wise and judicious attention to the various viands before, her. At tho mention of her name she slightly slight-ly raised her head, gazed coolly for uu instant in-stant np and down the long table, and then, in a dial ling voice, and with a movement supremely graceful and lietok-ening lietok-ening a sublime indifference to the conversation conver-sation going on about her, she said, to the servant standing near: "A few berries, Sally, and then I will retire." "She'll re-tire!" muttered one girl in a tone of smothered indignation. "Oh, my, how very tine we are!'' fell from the lips of another only loud enough however for her near companions ears. "What airs to be sure!" mumbled a third, but Miss Weldor. paid no attention to the mutterings about her, but finished her meal in silence; carefully folded her napkin with its ring of colored lionc; and rising, swept from the room with the air and grace of a (Juoen. "Well 1 never!" burst simultaneously from twenty-nine palpitating bosoms,more 1,0-- tfAe-. . M 1 I imaWi 9 SI W m ftntlisti TTeiatile airs as that girl p"ts in though for thai mat-tor mat-tor she's no uiu'-e o:W than than I am for she's twenty-two if she's a day!" "Yes, and and sho paints!" ' "Ah, no Nellie; don't say that yon I know it isn't true." These last words came from the rosy . lips of a pretty little blonde, who did not I seem to share in tho general feelings of ill will which characterized her companions compan-ions aliout the table! "Well, if she don't she looks as if she does, and she's an airy thing any how!" Our readers will see that Lindley Mur-ry Mur-ry waa not a familiar in Mrs. Moriarty's mansion d'or. j "She's a very lady-like young lady; "J his is putting on 'nifties with a vengeance," ven-geance," said Nellie Jones. 'She' 11 have a Sky-Terrier next," exclaimed ex-claimed Jenny Smith, and immediately Miss Wcldon was sent to t'oventry the Isiarders with two or three exceptions took sides against her, and the tone of their warfare may lie judged from what the reader has already jierused. Miss Weldon however troubled her head but very little about the iKiarders. their opinions, or their conversation; she tilled her place in the factory tothe satisfaction satis-faction of her employers; was high in the graces of the liiixom Moriarty, and what more could be desired for a young lady in her jswition. I'HArTKR II. W HtSRBIJf T11K11K 18 SOMKTHIN0 ABOUT TIIR BOAKUKRS, BIT MOHR ABOI'T BARBARA OLSNPOX AND 1IKR I.OVKR. Who was Miss Gertrude Weldon and where did she come from 1 These were questions of considerable interest among the inmates of the boarding-house where, for the time being, she resided. Numerous attempts had been made by Barbara Glendon and others less astute among the boarders to sound Mrs. Moriarty Mori-arty on the subject ; but that good lady only answered them with a good humored smile, saying invariably : , "How should I know w ho the young la- i . dy is or where she comes from! J only know that she pays me for what she receives re-ceives and gives me no trouble, and I would advise you girls to give her no trouble." "Yes. but, Mrs. Moriarty. only think of it a "Ohiekering's Grand," and she only a factory girl lord! "Will wonders never cease there she is playing on it now!" I : She was indeed. Strains of rich music came flouting down from the mom of Miss , Weldon, on the "First Flat," as the little ! advertising slips of "Rooms to bet" have it, and the boarding-house became Hooded with melody, much to the secret delight. but apparently to the visible chagrin of ,he young ladies assembled therein one of whom, Nellie Jones, remarked. "There goes that cranky old piano again i How can I thank you Barbara yon will allow me to call you Iiartnira, won't you how can I thank you for so kindly consenting to inert me," and he stooped, his head and sought to peer under the vail which shaded the young girl's face. "You pleaded so hard. Mr. Blake that I could not refuse but I hardly think I am acting right in thus acceding to your wishes," she replied in a low, hesitating voice so different from her usual self. "Acting right!" ho said. "Why Bar-Kira. Bar-Kira. dearest, what can you mean can you not comprehend how deep, how warm is the love I bear you ( Time and time again have I written to you to tell you of it. Without your love, my Barliara.life is worthless to me; my wealth is nothing but dross if you refuse to enjoy it with me! Night and day you are in my thoughts 1 cannot see you in yourlioard-ing-house, I cannot see you in the mill, I must gaze upon you at a distance as you go ana come from your home to the factory, fac-tory, and from the factory to your homo again. Right! In the name of heaven, child, what can there lie wrong about it. I love you Barbara, deeply, passionately! To me you are all the world; ay, darling! The imrld here and hereafter! Tell me that you love me! Tell nio that your dear heart is my own Sieak Barbara- tell me that you love me tell me that you will be mine!" The man by her side sjioke in low, passionate pas-sionate tones there was a music in his voice that thrilled this girl to the very centre of her being. She loved tho man by her side madly and beyond measure but something seemed to rise up and stand between him and herself. An impalpable something it stood with arms outstretched holding these two apart and it seemed to look imploringly upon up-on her soft and tender eyes and filled with expressions of unutterable love she seemed to hear it night and day ever since he had first beheld the being at her side and she knew the vision; she knew the face of her guardian angel that stood between herself and Wlialf Who can tellt TO BE CONTINUED. ! rather exclusive if you like, but still a j jM-rson 1 very much admire," continued the generous little blonde and it seems to me that she ha a jierfect right to choose ! her companions, or keep all to herself if she so desires." I "You do. Miss Grey i you think so well, ' let me tell you that she has no right to i do any such thing or any one else here I for that matter. This is no place for airs ! she's a Factory girl and she knows it, and has no more right to put on airs over us, who aro as good as she. than Sally j has! It's all well enough when she's out , on the street to put on 'ruffles' but in I the house it is an entirely different thing! , That's my opinion, and I don't rare who , hears it!" This bit of eloquence fell from the lips of a boldly handsome girl ; who. having finished her dinner had arisen from the table, and standing by her chair had thus bravely harangued the boarders. I Barbara (ilendon was a girl of rai and peculiar beauty her features were large and bold and faultless in moulded beauty. beau-ty. Her complexion was dark, a rich current cur-rent of red blood showing through the delicate skin her lips were finely cut, and her teeth as white as jiearls large and even gleaming like a ri.lge of cream through the half open lips; her eyes were j dark, and lighted with will and passion her hair of raven darkness was coiled in rich abundance around hersbapclv head; her figure was tall, strong and graceful. Barbara Glendon was a remarkable woman wo-man in more ways than one as the reader I will learn before reading Jinin toour story. She wan about eighteen years of age and ' had been a worker in a factory for alxuit ; six months. Her companions in Mrs. Mo-1 Mo-1 riarty's boarding-house stood in con-! con-! iderable awe of her for she was outspoken out-spoken in her opinions; wometimes sav-j sav-j agely sarcastic and terribly, for one so ' young and dependent, self-willed. I When she had cone 1 nihil the little ejieech of assertion and defiance above set down she left the room with a sweep so similar, and an airof grace so exactly like that of Miss Weldon, who had preceded her. that Mrs. Moriarty's hoarders set up a shout of laughter which Immght that good lady into the room to see what was the matter. From what we have already written j the reader will prolahly see the ertima-I ertima-I tion in which Miss Weldon was held by j the inmates of Mrs. Moriarty's "Caravan-. "Caravan-. ary," if we may apply such a title to the J eminently respected and generously conducted con-ducted "Corporation Boarding-house" of the amicable Mrs. M. I Gertrude Weldon was not quite eighteen when she was introduced to our readers; the assertion of Nellie Jones to the contrary con-trary notwithstanding. She was medium sized, slender, and in her movements as graceful as a fawn. Her beautiful head i was set proudly and firmly upon a neck and shoulders, unmatched even in the , wonderful marbles of the sculptor Pow-I Pow-I ers. Her form was rounded to perfection, i Her step free and dignified and every at- titude she assumed was complete with an-I an-I conscious gi-ace. The poise of her royal t herl seemed to add to her height. There I wonder if we are going to be disturbed disturb-ed in this way every evening; there's lieen no peace in the house since that ! Miss Miss Bel-diM has pitched her tent here." I "Wlmt's her other name Nellie i" queS 1 ried Jane Smith, her "chum." "Gertrude. I think." Gertrude? oh, my, how aristocratic! What's that she is playing now!" 'I don't know, Jenny, some operatic air or another!" "1 1 is an air from La Somiinmbulii. and she plays it beautifully too. Hark! She's singing!" The conversation ceased, and a bevy of heads were lient forward to listen to the j rich contralto voice which warbled gloi i- t ously from above. j A few of the inmates of the seedy draw- ing-room moved on tip-too to the door, and even Mm. Moriarty and the servants gathered in the entry, to listen tothe glorious glo-rious vocalization from alxive. j Suddenly the voice ccased.lmt the sweet music of the piano was continued in a , few moments the singers voice again fell UMin the listening ears below, this time caroling an old ballad, with rare purity and power. A strange hush fell upon the little i:u-ditory i:u-ditory below and unshed tears came into many un eye among those simple toil j s" m the f.-jffi, nnd strange to relate, in a distant dis-tant corner of the boarding-house drawing draw-ing room Barlmra Glendon pat, her royal head bowed in her hands and her bauds we with teal's as the tender wonls "Oh my lost love and my own, own love. Anil my love Hint loved me so; To those never i chink in the world above. Where thev listen for wonts from beln-w" icil upon her listening ears. Was it the pure and tender tones from above, or was it the sweet words of Jean Ingelow that, recalling some tender memory caused the tears to till and overflow the eyes of this strangelv beautiful and wayward girl. All unnoticed sho set in the dork recess, her form quivering with emotion.w hile the i-est of the boarders wei rant in the delicious de-licious melody that floated down to them from above. j Hers was not the only heart whose cords responded to the singers gentle touch even the bitter tongue of pug-nose Nellie Jones was silent, and there was a dimness in her hard eyes, which, luid tKt known it, she would have been heartily ashamed of. At last the music ceased, and the little communitv resumed their various seats, and for a few moments thei-e was a dead silence, suddenly broken by that brazenfaced brazen-faced Nellie Jones with the heartless wonls so the consciences of the listeners deserved t hem: "Well, what can that womau be thinking of to sit np there equalling and banging on that music-box this time o'night ; I declaim de-claim if there aint a crowd outside listening." listen-ing." Now Nellie insinuated onfib and boldly told another, in the little sentence she bad given utterance to. In the first place it was quite early, not seven o'clock in the evening; and in the sscond, there was no one listening outside whatever. - . , . |