Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1846-03-13

nands-,hinking what might be hereafter
and breathing low and trembling with
every change of color and every change of
thought.
Atlast the husband spoke. We'll. Jen-
ny said he. .what do you say now?'
Just what said before Charles-I am
not convinced. We cannot we'll spare the
money now-we have hardly enough to
get along with decen.ly. A part of our
house, you know is unfinished; and we
ought to have something pu, by-dear
Charles. don't you think so 2 and large
tear fell upon the hand she was holding to
her lips-and her husband drew her up to
his'f1eart, and kissed her with more than
the warmth of bridegroom.
True, -dearest-very true. For what
ever happens, we must be prepared and
provided
'And then too, dear Charles continued
the wife, sobbing, what is the need OF
anybody insuring with your expectations 2
We cannot hope to die together, my
love-
No, Charles-but happen what may,
we shall be provided for. and so-and so.
faItering, and hiding her face in her hus-
bands bosom, and whispering just above
her breath, : and so will our dear children,
if il should please our Heavenly Father to
grant US children
Perhaps
Perhaps, Charles. Your uncle is rich.
and so is my father ..-.
True. Both are in business, and bu.
siness men, you know, are always in the
way Of terrible vicissiludes.'
But you are young and healthy-and
oh, cannot but believe, with a long life
f before you
t Tears! Nay, my dear girl, think nj
: more Of this matter. Let us talk no more
of it-be cheerful and trusting, and, whe,h
, err | live or die. it shall not be my Eaul, i
to the bitterness of death and the bereave
ments of widowhood there should be ad
ded the trials and temptations, the sorrow
;, and abasement of poverty
f What do you mean, Charles ?-you'l
break my heart if you keep talking So
e A plague on this life insurance. | say
shall never hear the last Of it, am sure
t now that uncle Joe has taken it up
> Assurance, my love-not insurance.
= Assurance Well-it never en,ere
e my head before, that you wanted asst
}, rance
d Not so bad Kiss me-anl then,
you have no other engagement and nothin
better to do, and will promise to behav
(, we'll, you may go to bed with me-
h lmpertinence
u Five years after this, Charles Hard
II went mo business with his falher-in-lav
if and within eight years both failed. Unc
10 Joe married the mistress Of boardir
IT house, with large family, and died, lea
ing his whole property 10 her: and not
nough to his nephew to pay for the chi'
is he broke on the evening he spent there
boring with him to get his life insured.
i'll Charles could neither eat nor sleep: al
ii, after long. patient. accomplishing stru
n gle with the cares and miseries that bes
him, a struggle Of which his poor wi
an knew nothing till long afterwards, his co
Ii, stitutIon gave way all at once, and he f
from his chair at the desk of a wealth
id merchant, who, knowing his worth a
Ell deceived by the resignation and cheerll
NC ness of the poor fellow. believed he W
re preparing him with certainty for sphe
Oh of great usefulness, while he was dying
ur inches in his very presence.
nd The poor wife met the bearer Of /
husband at the door, without cry o.
an tear. The children gathered about him
n. but even their wailings did not disturb hi
and for many long and weary day the
ne was no hope-none whatever; but o
on evening, late in the summer, as he lay the
nd with his lighted eyes fixed upon the op
is Misunderstanding for breath and evide
TT ly struggling with some great change
he work " thin hin-he turned suddenly
Sc ward his " ile, and knew her. and press
,es her hand between both his, and then
gs while her heart was trimming with teri
,ut and Joy. fearing that every breath wot
IN be his last, and full of thankfulness Il
~ reason had been youchsaled TO him TO kn'
his dear children and their mother OF
more-he lifted his thin hand towards 4
ain Western sky, and whispered 'oh, that
ng might all go together !
les And there was nothing to be heard
The reply, but the humble breathings of b
as ken hearted wife. repeating the same pr
err; and the sobbings of little child
waiting to take leave of their dying faith
me 'lfI could only be certain, my dear vii
] | he added after short pause. could
isk ly be satisfied that you and the ehild