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Hidden Wings And Other Stories
Author: T. S. Arthur

HIDDEN WINGS OTHER STORIES. - 1864. - CONTENTS. - I IV. THE ENVIED L OT.. .............. I . .................... 99 v. THET WOL EGACIES . .. . ................................ 1 - 15 VIII. PAGE TEE DISCIPLO O E F bf ISFORTUNE. ....................... l8 l IX. TTORE I L W O RRY .. . ................................ 198 XI. UXCL P E H IL. s R EME... more »DY . . ............................. 231 H I D D E N W I N G S , AND OTHER STORIES. HIDDEN WINGS. UGH I said Amt Lucy, stepping back a pace or two, and drawing her garments aside, while an expression of disgust came over her face L w hat a horrid object I The object which had so excited Aunt Lucy was a little girl, about six years old, whom hlargaret, our cook, had found sitting in the area. She was leading her in by the hand. I turned, at Annt Lncys exclamation, and saw the child. She was, certainly, not beau tiful very far from it, actually repulsive. Her clothes mere ragged and dirty her feet bare, and covered with mud. Her face might have been mashed within a month, but that was iather doubtful. As for her hair, the time df its last acquaintance with a comb might be set down as entiiy problematical. Yes, the child was repulsive in every way. What on earth did you bring that creature in here for P inquired Aunt Lucy, speak ing to Margaret. She is a poor lone little body, replied the cook, in a sympathetic way, wet and hungry, and I thought Id just give her a bite, and let her warm herself. NobodyyU be any the worse for it, Im sure. I felt the force of Margarets closing re mark, and said- True enough, nobodyll be the worse off for an act of kindness. Let her sit down and dry her met clothes, and if shes hungry, give her something to eat. ., The little thing looked at-me gratefully, and shrunk towards the fire. It was June, bat a northeasterly storm had been blowing for the past two days. The sky was full of rain, and the air chilly as November. Feeling cedain that the poor child wodd be well cared for by my kind-hearted cook, I left the kitchen, accompanied by Aunt Lucy. A very imp of ugliness exclaimed Aunt Lacy, as me entered our pleasant sitting-room, the malls of which were hmg with pictures, the mantel ornamented with rich vases, while objects of taste and lpxnry crowded the apartment. One of these was an exquisite statuette, representing a child asleep among flowers. Certainly, nothing could have been in stronger contrast than the kitc, hen me had just left, with the living child there, and our elegant sitting-room, with this sculptured form of innocence and beauty. Only the outside, Aunt Lacy, said I c the hard, coarse, nnlovely husk. There are germs of beauty beneath all that. Beauty I Pah Aunt Lucys face was not very cherming as she said this. The beauty of her soh1 was veiled for the moment. I tried to talk with her about the innocence of childhood. Unlovely as that poor creature is in your eyes, said I, there are beneath t, he surface, hidden away from your view and mine, the elements of which angelic life is formed. There is a human soul there wonderful and mysterious thing, with its almost W t e amount of capabilities Oh, dear l exclaimed Aunt Lncy, dont get away off there out of my reach, with your infinite capabilities, and all that. It takes you to see angels in dirty beggar-girls. But my eyes mere never so sharp-sighted. There may be things in heaven and earth not dreamed of in your philosophy, said I...

ISBN-13: 9781408612583
ISBN-10: 1408612585
Publication Date: 1/31/2008
Pages: 262
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