Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-09-17

eyes and ST nhen checks, ters. He en-,
lers a picture OF heart,breken iamine and
despair that has lost its lasl clutch on Hone.
He stands trembling by The rich Bank
Presidents table. In q iaint-voice he asks,
whether there is cbance Of The broken
bank paying its deblsior,' be exelaims in
that hollow voice nude husky by famine;
''tor you see, sir last sumner / deposited
all the moneey had in the world in ihot
Bai.k; sixau drtd dollars, sir; L. worked
tofthat nalley in summers bear md winss,ssi
ar'sseeids as' ssasss 1es;ss Is pss-si.s
ses for a motnent as Ito gnther his fec
lngs under his control, while the aniiab,e
Bank President is finishing his terrapn
soup; ''and now, sir, oh, now; my wife has
died ofwant more than disease; my daugh.
Ter lies Oh ler death bed, and have moi
crust OF bread to give ber; not drop of
medicine 10 still u single death pain.'' t-
The Bank President looks uD from Isis
comfortable supper:--s l .tvy be-
''My dear fellow. what's ell this about?
Your wife dead-your daughter sick can
help it? You deposited your litlle trine
Of six hundred in our Bank TINT was bad
decidedly, For the Bank is broke
Yon'l never get one cont of.your meney."
! The Mechanic staLds there, with down
cast eyes-lh:nh oil his dead wilo-his dy-
ing child.
80 ST: have NO bread-no wond"--hs
begins, roi<ing hi. hands tremuIousy--
'"WeliF'-These Broken Bank Direc.
tors are so ter>c.
"W ont you wont you--!cnd me one
dol!or'
''Sorry my dear fellow--very sorry!-
But can't do it. | must buy Piano for
my dear little daushter-ord my wife has
been teasing me for seventy five dollar
shawl ~ -F Tvs g. -4s.s..t
lie ghl have said that it was necessary r
' to subscr be some hundred dollars TO ne
i Missionary Society, ard some hundre eds
more 10 put down The Pope of Rome 7.
+. With these calm words, the Bank Presi- II
dent ri es; stands with his hands in hissfts,
pockets n 'front.' Of that fire; stands ,hereEA
jngling the gold in his pockets. FlnS~
music for the Mechanics ears.
Atths moment. look there, ard your
heart will freeze with awe, rs You behold
tie awful change passing over the Mechan-
ics face. His eye glares, the veins
writhe on his fnce-hs lip quivers with
horrible smile; he is no longer pleading
/ Bcgsar, but Mad.nan, boiling over with
\ ,Fhe wait Of bread, shs th5aasI ol l1ls
dead wife, his daughter dying yohder in
t lha, lonely room, without drop of medi.
cine or crust of bread-ihese ire not pleas.
ani thoughts. % you wonder thu. they
!, have driven him 7tnnd? 8 -e. s..t gu.
He approaches tho Bank President: that
ood-huHored nan starts back, with some
horror painted on his glowing face.
There is danger in the Madmans eve.
You hear that husky voices: ,.3. aim o.
"You rob me of tho sweat Of nv brow e
the blood of my soul. But hook YOU,
proud Pharisee; viii carry my cause 10 II,
higher court--ye as, yes, | will carry nv
:. cause up THERE! And there--myy dead
wife on one hand-my starved .daughter
on the other-I will meet you and plead
my cause, with q Judge that cannot be
bribed with all your gold! IAi-,he
robbed, the wronged, the starving, rs am,
summons you 10 meet me yonder at the
bar of God, at daybreak Tomorrow"
When the Bank President awoke from
fright; the Maniac was gone.
The Sequel Of this story is not without
interest.
The next morning, Just before the break
OF day, that joviol Bank Director, while re.
turning from q merry Christmas party,
even he loled on the soft cushions Of
his carriage, was stricken with an npoplectic
fit, crushed into dumb mass, that had
neither voice no ear. He was carried by
his liveried footmen towards yonder small
frame house; up the dark stairs, into n
miserable room, lighted by the lamp held
in the wa!chman's hands. An hour or
more elapsed while he lay in state be.
tween life and death-5ut at last, tearing
his broadclolh coat with his gouty hands
-loaming at the mouth, he tollercd on his
feet, and gazed around.
! Can you guess the nature of The sight
that then burst upon his eyes2 .-.
Therein the full light of the watch
mans lamp-lay man of some forty.five
years,his head resting against chair--his
arms flung siiffly by his side. 1t was the
Mechanic, the red light pouring over his
livid face, over bis bleeding throat, severed
from ear TO ear in one red cash.
There-fa back in the room, stretched
on tattered bed, lay the form of the dead
girl.
Gaze on that young face-so beautiful
even in death, and remem ber-she died Of
starvation.
For moment-a single moment only
the Bank President gazed upon this scene,
and then fell, like mass of lead, down on
that uncarpeted floor.
Had he heard and obeyed the summonsl
Had he gone yonder to meet his victim2
The Good and Merciful God has flung
between our eyes and the Shadow of Eter-
nitv, an awful veil Did we believe in the
Heather Greed which breaches an endless
He'll, and has Gibbet for its Gospel, we
might follow up to Judgment the Soul of the
Bank President. f.. s-t.--7r .r
We might behold the long train of Or
phans who follow his soul, with curses to
the, bar of Almighty Justice. There, while
the pale Suicide stalks before him, blasting
his sight with spectacle Of speechess woe,
) we might see the guilty wretch crouch and
tremble in the presence of his God.
We might see that long train of Of Wild VIZ,
ows and Orphans, women and little chill
v dren, pour burning lead on his soul with