Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-03-23

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1t was the same snow splitting evening,
two men, longer in conversation Than u.s.
ual, still sat owe the store stove in Main
street. The gloomy night grew darker,
and still they talked.
Il give freely said the younger, but
toning his sack over a somewhat corpu-
lent person, and drawing himself up with
an air of satisfaction. 'For my means,
Deacon Stiles, | give freely. | know
the wants of the poor, sir. | have visited
the poor. My wife, your niece, sir does
nothing but mother them. | give freely,
but never blindly, Deacon Stiles; never
blindly.'
The elder, who had been sitting, doub-
led up, with his small, quiet eyes fixed
upon the stove, suddenly opened those
eyes 10 double dimensions, laughed in a
s"upernaturally noiseless manner, and
turning his cud, repeated, 'Never blindly,
never blindly, Reuben-lreely, | knew it,
but never blindly'-and he chuckeled a.
gain, like a spectre.'
There are men in business, said Reu-
ben, emphatically nodding his head, who
do as well as | do, and buy real estate
out of their profits, and who give nothing
10 the suffering. know The men, | can
put my finger on them. Others give to
every beggar; they make beggars. They
are beggar-breeders, sir. They ought to
be fined, taxed, to support the puupers
they bring on us. In this country, Dea.
con, Stiles, no honest, industrious man
need want; if he has health, you know,
Of course. Show me the we'll man hat
says he is suffering, and III show you IA
rogue, sir-an imposter, sir--or a lazy,
drunken v%agabond. ] know the poor; |
have been in their houses
'Wile,' said the Deacon, laughing
through his nose as he spoke, Children
Scarlet fever-Measles-Can't work.
No tools-Doctor took lhem.'
Reuben's mind seemed hardly to fol-
low he argument of which his compan-
ion gave the heads, SO he went back 10
his W experience.
MY ncighbor, next.door here, has a
theory that a great many can be helped
best by making them loans, giving them
credit, and so on. It's all
He makes beggars. Such fellows need
TO be dealt with strictly. Make them
pay for what they buy; pay cash; that's
the way TO make them active, thriving,
prompt
At this the door opened, and
the same soldier like person tina. we saw
coming through the mire of Fulton, en-
tered. took off his straw hat, bowed stiff. |
ly, and asked if 'the proprietor was in.
Reuben coming forward as such, the in.
quiry was made for red flannel. Il am
usually a purchaser from your neighbour
said Spaulding, 'but he is closed. / have
an order, which must be completed to
morrow noon, or | shall not be entitled
TO my pay; and | must work till past
midnight TO complete it, As he said this
his lip trembled, and his eye
Reuben turned to-present his goods when
the other stopped him, and said, painful
Iy, i, seemed, but ~resolutely. If | buy
sir, | cannot pay you till to morrow,
when | shall receive payment my
SELF
Reuben looked at the Deacon and smi.
led. Did not tell you so? My neigh.
Dor makes beggars, dosen't he Dea-
cong
Il am no beggar, sir said Spauldlng
half amazed, half angry.
Il spoke 10 this gentleman replied
Reuben, as he took his chair again. Il
have no flannel to sell you, my friend
The stiff bow was repeated, the straw
hat replaced, and the cashless purchaser
passed out once more into the Storm
He tried one or two other stores, but 10
no purpose; so making up his mind 10
come at early dawn, 10 his usual place
ofpurchase, he turned to relrace his steps
over the desolate path he had so lately
trodden in vain.
MY neighbor makes beggars, repeat.
cd Reuben, as the door closed. The
Deacon, who had watched the counter.
ance, manner, and voice of Spaulding,
with his half shut eyes, laughed in his
soul, and said TO his companion, in 8
queer, confidential way as though the
store had been filled with people,
Wrong, Reuben; honest--works hard
seen better times
Reuben would have gone into an argu
ment 10 prove that he was right; but The
Deacon shaking with noiseless mirth
stopped him with NO talk, no talk; mind.
me want flannel myself. Cash here
The young tradesman laughed heartily
at the idea of requiring The rich old Dea
con TO pay cash, but nevertheless tool
the money, and the TWO soon parted
Reuben returned 10 listen, over his chop.
and young hyson, TO his wife, an a%ccoun
ofthe poor she had been molhering lhat
day, while the old man, who lived near
Columbia, got into his wagon and began
the Perilous journey through the heights
and depths, the broken pavemenls and
unreasonable mud holes Of the same
pathway which Spalding was pursuing
on foot. Deacon Stiles knew very well
that Spalding was pursuing il; he knew
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