Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1850-03-26

fur, as he stood upon the stone step, putting
cigar, seemed TO heed not the misery of 9TH
ers.
kind SIR said a mishapen decrepid old
woman as she lmped along in front of where
the young man was standing, and held out
her hand which was covered with an old tat
tered woolen mitten. 'Will you give me a
I ninepence to buy some medicine for my little
sick grand childF
The young man continued TO whistle fa
vorte air, and as the snow altered the tenn
peroture of his blood, his feet commenced to
keep time with the tune.
'Ah,' said the solicitor for charity, in a
faint voice, Il was once as young as you, and
there was no more prospect | should ever
want. But you now sec me beg
'Begone,' said he in stern voice. i would
not give that amount to save the cbild's life
or yours either And turning to young
man by the name Of Vennor. for whom he
had been waiting, he burst into a loud laugh.
Here said he, is n chance for you; your
purse and heart are always open: she wants
money to buy medicine. I'll give for moth
ing but arsenic. But come, Vsnnor, let's off
to the theatre; it is time We we've there,'
No said he, Il have but fifty cents by me-
at the same time handing it to the beggar;
but will attend the young mems lecture to-
night, which will be free from cost. would
rather my last cent should 90 for the needy,
than for amusement
'Ha, ha, ha, ha, laughed the other, 'how
very romantic. Give me your glove, madam
that | may have something to remember this
incident.
The old woman took from her hand,
which rested beneath her cloak, an old gray
mitten.
keep that said she. Il doubt not you will
remember this evening. The young man
listened to her voice with an attentive ear
Speak again beauty. said he; but she
needed him not, for she had now turned the
corner. He pursued his way to the theatre,
but he could not drive the thought of the beg
gar from his mind; moro than once he looked
at the old woolen mtten, and at an early hour
no retired to his lodgings.
Mrs. Greyson gave a splendid party the
following evening, The elite and beauty of
the city were there, among tho number was
Harriet lee and Albert Dunroy. The soul
subduing notes of music and the light touch
of tiny feet upon the soft threads of the car /.
pet, passed the time away merrily, until rath-
er late hour when they were seated around
in various groups apart from the rest sat
Harriet Lee Albert Dunroy and Charles Ven
nor Ihcy were engaged In conversation
on different topics of the time and seasons.
'How, different are the scenes in this splen-
didy lighted suite Of rooms, to some of those
we passed amid the poor, in our way hither.
The lip of Albert slightly eurled, but recol-
lecting who spoke,
'Yes, said he, this is hard winter. We
must do all we can for the needy She made
him no answer, but turned her eyes and met
the full gaze of Charles he sat in silence
Watching her countenance. II was not the
first time they had met. She took from her
little embroidered bag, an old wooles mitten,
and fifty cent piece: tho former she handed
to Albert. you have its fellow said she, 'the
pair may be more useful to you than one,
and the coin she handed to Charles.
Each looked at the other. DO you not
think my disguise complcteF said she, 4
know you both as you are
The face of both young men were crimson,
the one from shame, the other from surprise.
We have but CORD moro to say. She
now lives the happy wife of Charles Vennor.
She went not empty handed with the destow-
al of her hand; he became possessor of gold,
silver and lands.