Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1847-08-26

was Idtltl HOOo sh"N SSNNtS
had bad fever, and be unable to hold a nee
die. or do ANYTHING but talk or read--but you're
Young and hopeful, and see anything in
cheerful light, and,'-
We'll, mother, and that's happy thing
isn't ii2 That's one excellent piece OF COM
fort to think Otto be young and strong, and
able TO work for you, dear; for you mother
said she, getting up to kiss the pale face, which
frightened as il touched the glowing round
cheek Of youth, 4 must steal one lille moment
to give you hug now and then, mustn't {?
II It's only 10 tell you how happy am to have
you to work FOR; not like poor bereaved Pat
", the feather dresser, added she, with shade
crossing her face, but have you. you who
have so many a tedious hour, all day and all
night too, for many long year worked and
shaved for me when was BIT of a child, and
could do nothing to help you all that while
Ell, mother?-alI that while--you forgot that.
mother; for little useless child. mo,herP
Her mother smiled--a real smile this time
and murmured, Thank God, had you
darling, TO work for!'
That's just what | say--thank God we
have each other 10 work for; no one need be
very miserable who has somebody 10 love
them, somebody to love, and somebody 10
work for said stou,-heared May, as she trip
ped back to her needle again, after having
drawn her mothers chair little nearer TO the
window that she might amuse herself with
looking out into the street. 'Tell me what
you see, as | work, MOTHER said May, and
then it will be as good as If were looking out
myself, and better
There is Charlotte Dickinson going out a
gain, as she did Yesterday afternoon. and the
day before, and the day before that, dressed so
smartly. it seems rather hard that she should
BE- ENJOYING SO much OF this fine weather,
while my poor May is obliged TO sit at home
every day, for hear that Charlotte gives her
mother great deal Of trouble, and
sWeIl then, Pm sure would not change
places with her, said May laughing, for all
her holidays, nor would you have me to do so,
mother, would you?'
Her mother had been looking at Charlotte,
and following her with her eyes down the
street, and what she saw OF the girls flaun:-
ing, careless, free manners. made her answer
in ferven; voice, God forbid!' Two young
men lounged by, and as they passed Charlotte
she uttered heartess laugh which struck
chill 10 the mothers heart, and made her re-
peat shudderingly yetthankfully, God forbid,
Mayp
Now what do you see, mother 2 asked
May and then. without waiting for an an
swer, she added, Pm like the poor lady in the
story OF Bluebeard, amt J, mother asking her
sister TO look out for her, and sagieg. Sister
Anne, sister Anne, what do you see now p
BY the bye, that's one Of the beauties of nee.
dle-work, poor needlework that you arealways
abusing for my sake, mother; il always lets
you amuse yourself with thinking over all the
pretty stories you have ever read.'
Well, and Pm something like sister Anne :
said her mother. 'for see flock of sheep
coming along; and the dog goes yelping round
them, and the poor man who is driving them
looks hot and tired, but not at all like the
knight on horseback, sister Anne's broiher'
And should think the poor sheep DOM
enjoy their walk much with the dog biting
and worrying at them, and the man with his
red dusty face Of course is not very comforta
ble,' said May, SO you see mother, walking
out is not always the pleasantesi thing in the
world, though the weather be fine and bright.
The mother and daughter smile at each,
other, as the former shook her head saving,
'Ah, May!'
well, now, mother, at last you really will
have your wish that should 90 out and geta
little fresh air. said May, 'ior Fve just finish
ed my work, and promised to take it home
this evening: see here, this set of linen for
Mrs. Mornington, and these irilled wrappers
for Mrs. Beauchamp--both at Bayswater, so
it will be delightful walk for me, and shall
ENJOY it all the more this fine evening for hav-
ing been in the house all day. III were like
you, naughty mother, should regret that you
can't go with me, but won't, for YOU are
staying at home to get well soon ready to go
out with your own May happily together, in
the nice long summer evenings when we can't
see TO work. Besides, added she, in honor OF
this evening (when knew--at least hoped
Il should finish my two pieces of work. |
have got some rice and milk, that we may
have nice little supper together when come
home, and Betty Simpson has promised me
she will come up and set on the saucepan for
you, and then, if you we're 10 have gone out
walking with me, who would have watched
the rice milk TO see that it did not boil over,
should like to knowP And thus cheerily ran
on the little seamstress, as she tied on her bon
net, and packed up her work, and kissed her
mother fondly, and tripped off on her Grand,
leaving an atmosphere Of hope and bthe
COuIdSt DtniIiu " htcp uiS IllOtnPIS HedTt
warm with comfortable thoughts of her ill her
return. May walked quickly that she might
be the sooner home; SO quickly, that when
she arrived al Mrs. Mornington's she was We
nv glad 10 SIT down in the hall, where she was
bid 10 wait I'LL the lady Of the house could see
her.
1t was pleasant place, this hall, at least so
it seemed to the little seamstress, who had
been shut up In a close room in narrow
street all day. 1t was spacious and airy, and
the white stone floor contrasted well with the
rich dark red tnts of some parti-colored India
mating, there were stands Of greenhouse
plants ranged around, and there was a glass
door that stood open at the farther end Of the
hall, giving a view of the brilliant flower beds
in the garden, and admitting their pleasant
fragrance, which was waited in on the soil
spring evening air, and brought sweet and
balmy refreshment 10 the young workwoman.
She, with her keen sense o. enjoyment, gave
herself up to the volupiuous influence, and
leaning back in the sud wooden nall chair,
luxurlated in the innocent qualification with
as entire relish as the most pampered fine lady
could have found when lolling on the silken
cushions of her boudoir sofa. 1T must be
pleasant loo,' thought May, 10 live always in
such place il must certainly be much pleas
anter than living in small street like ours
though Of course we try TO make the best of il
yet, no garden; no flowers, Moor scarce
ly any--air; no'--
She was interrupted in her course Of thought
hv uocas which saon,al IN Drocpad from, a