The Northern star, and constitutionalist. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1834-1837, 1835-02-07

"' ."'u ou' zeal OF money IN hitting
up the shop, and in filling his cellars.n :
, well, ma'am," continued Mr. Berri-
man, don't know where you find the
needful for all these improvements. For
my part, 1 can only say, our trade seems
quite at stand still. There's my wife
always begging for money to pay for this
or that little necessary article, but part
IRON every penny with a pang. Dear
Mrs. Crowder, how do you snanage?"
Mrs. Crowder silnpered and raising
her eyes, and looking with glance Of
smiling and contempt tow ards the crowd
OF customers ins the shop "1he fools,
pence, It's FOOLS PENCE, that does it fot
u.s." she said.
Perhaps it was owing TO the door being
just opened, and lett ajar by Miss Lucy,
whs had been serving IN the bar, that the
words oil Mrs. Crovder were heard by u
man named George Manly, who stood at
the upper END Of the counter. He turn
ed his eyes upon the customers who were
standing near him, aud saw pale sunken
cheeks, iuilamed eyes and ragged gar
ments. lie turned then upon the stalaly
apartment in which they were assembled |;
he saw that it had been fitted up ut no tri-
fling cos, lie stared through the partly
opened doorway into the parlor, and saw
looking z glasses, and pictures, and gliding,
and fine furniture, and a rich carpet,
aud Miss Lucy in silk gown sittisg
down to her piano ioite ; and he thought
within himself, how strange il is by what
curious process II IS, that all this
wrctchedness on my LETT hand is made to
turn INTO all this rich iinery OIL my right.
"Well, sir, and what's tor you 20
These words are spoken IN the same
shrill voice which had made the " fools
pence" ring in his ears.
George Manly was still deep in thought,
aud with the end of his rule, (tor he was
u carpenter he had been making cal
culation, drawing the figures in the little
puddles Of gin upon the counter. He
looked up, und saw Mrs. Crowder her
self, as gay as her daughters, with cap
and Coloured ribands flying off her head,
and pair Of gold ear-rinss, almost touch
iny her plump shoulders. IA pint Of ale,
Fam, Is what Pm whiting for tonight"
(no more spirits, he thought within him
self, will l touch y and then, as he put
down the money for the ole, he looked
her calmly in the face, and said, "Thore
arc the iools' pence, and the last fooisa
pence intend to pay down for many o
day"
George Manly fastened home. His
wife and his two little girls were sitting at
work. they were thin and pale, really
for want Vi food. The room looked very
chccrIess, and their fire was SO small,
hat its warmth was scarcely felt yet
the commonest observer must have been
struck by the neatncss and cleanliness OF
the apartment, and every thing about it.
e" This is indeed trea,, girls TO have
dear father home so soon tonight, said
Susan Manly, and she looked up at her
husband, as he stood before the table,
turning his eyes upon one and then a
mother OF the little party then throwing
! himself into his large armchair, and lying
back and smiling, he said
"Well, children, a'nt you glad TO sec
inc : Nav not thofe busy little fingers
stop a mu,nent, Just while you jump and
throw your arms about your fathers neck,
und kiss hun - /
40 yes, we have time for that" said
one OF the girls, as they both sprong up
To kiss their father "but we have no
time TO lose, dear father," said Sally /
pressing her cheek to his, and speaking
in Kind of coaxing whisper close to his
ear. "ior these shirts are the last Of the
dozen we ha" e been making for MIR Far
lev in the corn-tnarket. "And as no
work can be done Tomorrow" added
Betsey, gravely, who stood with her
small hand in her fathers, 1--WE are all
working as hard as we can, for mother
Inns promised to take them home on Mon
day afternoon
- sE,,lher your ryee ere very weak to-
nirht, dear Wife," said George, "or you
have been crying Pm afraid you work
too hard by candle-light.
Susan smiled and said, "Working does
not hurt my eyes," and as she spoke, she
turnsd her head, and beckSed with her
hnper to her little boy. .,,l
{" Why, John, what's this that see q
sud his iather-" What, you IN the cor
ner! Come out, rs motfer occkohs 'or
you--bu, come aud tell me what you
have been dung"
" Nav. never mind il, dear husband,
.Iobn will be very good, l hope, aud We
had better say no more about "ha' 's
past" -, iii. a,.w
"Yes, but mus, know" said he, draw
;ou Jobn close To him. Come, tell me
whs, has been the matter" =,
John was a plain spoken boy, and mao
a straight forward way Of speaking '"s
truth. He came up to his father, AND
Hooked him full in the face, and sa'd'-