The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-09-27

80 - - CHAPTER w. ~ -
Il was near the close OF sultry day in the sum-
I, ,mer of 1874. The leaves of the maple groves
which adorn the eastern portion Of our fair city,
? moved gently in the soft breeze which had just
sprung up; and the white sails that studded here
= and there the bosom of Lake Erie, swelled proud
oIy, and pressed on with swfter motion, to their
destined ports. Under the shadow OF tree. in
one of the groves just mentioned near the shore Of
the Lake, sat stranger, travel worn and weary
His clothes were dusty, and showed that they had
performed good service in their day A time
hat lay at his feet, and the fresh breeze stole
in among his thin fair hair, and strove to cool a
parched and fevered brow. On the ground beside
him was a small knapsack which contained the last
remnant of the possessions of one of the wealthest
f. heirs of P, the unfortunate Arthur Wal
worth 1t was aovely landscape that was spread
before him, and he stroye to call his attention from
himself and fix it on its beauties, but his dim eyes
closed as if the effort to admire were pain, for he
was faint, and sick at heart.
:. so, for one kind heart on which might breathe
: out my weary life!" he murmured; and his head
sunk back heavily against the rough bark of the
tree where he sat And then, like the visions Of
cool fountains, and green shade to those that perish
on the burning desert there stole upon his thoughts
dream OF home. The mother who had nursed
and cherished him. and cared for all his wants; and
the fair being who had made his early life gded
maze of happiness fitted before his imagination II
is strange thing that there few in this bus
Ting world, who are ready to acknowledge the
wealth of true affection, and TO seek il as the one
mine on earth whose gems are worth possessing,
the only plant whose flowers will yield fra
GRANGE that can soothe a care worn spirit. The
pillow Of wealth may be gilded one, but tits hard
as adamant and that of fame is as cold as the gla
ciers of Mont Blanc, ,-restless, and tossing as the
ocean billow. But when the dying head must rest
upon the thorns Of disappointed hopes, ,-hopes too
in whose pursuit all the rich stores of human love
were cast aside, or trampled under foot, how more
than worthless must the aims Of life appear Ar
thur had never valued the pure, home affections
below their real worth, but ambition had led him
away from their light, and pride had forbidden his
return.
/" Bridget" said tall, lean looking domestic, as
she entered the kitchen of an obscure hotel "The
man that came last night, and was put in the old
blue chamber is death like sick, am certain As
/ was comia' along the passage way jutt now Tid
my pan IAN duster, IAN just gon to open that
door, thinking that every body was up before this
time, to be sure; heard somebody within fetch an
awful groan,-low like but sounded as ifthe heart
was breakn' just in two that it come out Of |
was bit scared at first, but thinkin' it
ture in distress, opened the door softly Ike, an
there he lay for certain, not havin started for get
tin up at ALL at all; but convused nigh to death,
with fit of coughin', just like just goin' in
decline"
" The vile beggar," exclaimed Bridget; ADJUST
ling, stormy looking termgant "lt's not ha'
pen money he has in his pocket, I'll warrant,
for he didn't take any supper, last night not bit;
an it's myself ud like to know what right such
wretched tramps, has 10 be round throubng hon
est people with their worthless carcasses. Did
you tell him to get up jest and bulge away wild
heselfi" r..ea
"No, for sure" returned the first speaker, with
as much surprise in her look as she dared to eXhh.
it ia the presence of the turbulent queen Of the
kitchen (" "n'ye think Bridget, that I'D be SEN
din poor cratur. that hadn't strength enough 10
stand on the two feet of him, out into the streets
to die in the SUM-" aa ataf
Margaret, you poor ignorant' said Bridget,
boiling with indignation, "dor't you know as you
ought to; that if he's put sick here, Wen have all
a.. "a NJ IF hath
an me. an all the money, if there be any, wlgo
into the maisthers pockets, an we not see bit Of
it for our pains-takin'; an this believe upon my
soul he hasn't farthing to bless herselfwid. SO
Just get back an do yer duty, an clear the house
of the varmint."
Margaret stood still twirlng the string of her
broom, and looking very much as if she did not
intend to comply with this modest request She
had been accustomed to yield implicit obedience to
Bridget, but here she was quite at stand still So
the worthy cook seeing her disobedient appear
ance, broke forth again; "Git along wild yerself, y
an tell ye, an fye don't, IN Jest be afther tel
ling the masther directly, an yen loose yer place
very like, for yer obsuness" as a
I g Now Bridget" said Margaret in a tone of re-
monstrance, show can ye be 80 cruell an very :
like the poor gentleman has money wild him, for !,
by the dusty clothes, an worn like, and then I've
heard OF scripture that---''
Il I" " Hould yer tongue about the scriptures that !,
ye know nothing about for yer no preacher, an ).
BIT along an do as bid ye, ,or I'll go an spake to
the naisher mese, an git rid Of the beggar an ye
besdes SO go along tell ye." .e... Il.
s"Wel, just won't that's all" said Margaret
decidedly, she walked out ofthe kitchen. Bridg-
ct was one Of those persons who have always SO !
much to do to take care Of their bodies that their
souls have perished long ago for want Of nourish-
ment, and they have lost all remembrance that r
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