The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1851-12-04

a curious process it is, that all this wretch
edness on my left hand is made to turn
into all this rich inery on my right
well, sir, and what's for you ?
These words were spoken in the same
shrill voice which had made the fools
pence ring in his ears.
George Manly was still in deep thought,
TIA with the end of his rule-for he was a
carpenter-he had bee making calcula-
ton, drawing the figures in the little pud-
dies of gin upon the counter. He looked
up and saw Mrs. Crowder herself, as gay
as her daughters, with cap and colored
ribbons flying off her head, and pair of
gold earrings almost touching her plump
shoulders. A glass Of gin, ma'am, is
what ! was waiting for tonight, but |
think I've paid the last foOls' pence l shall
put down on this counter for many long
day
George Manly fastened home. His
wife and his two little girls were sitting at
work, Tht were thin and pale, really
for want of food. The room looked very
cheerless, and their fire was so small that
its warmth was scarcely felt; yet the
commonest observer must have been struck
by the neatness and cleanliness of the
apartment and every thing about it.
'This is indeed a treat, girls, to have
dear father home so soon to-nig ht,' said
Susan Manly, looking up at her husband
as he stood before IT,, table, turning his
eyes first upon one and then upon another
of the little party thin throwing himself
into chair, and smilirg he said,
'Well, children an you glad to sec
me- May not those busy little fingers
stop moment, irstStyle yor jump ane
throw your arms about your fathers neck
and kiss him p
90 yes, we have time for that said on
of the girls, as they both sprang up to kis
their father.
But we have no time to lose, dear ia
ther,' said Sally, pressing her check to his
; and speaking in a kind of coaxing whispe
close to his ear, for these shirts are tn
; last of the dozen we have been making 70
Mr.. Farley, in the Corn-market.'
And as no work can be done tomor
row, added Betsy, gravely, who stood wit
her lit lie hand in her fathers, we are al
working as hard as we can Cor mother ha
promised to take them home on Monda,
afternoon
: Either your eyes are very weak tonight
} dear wife, said Ge rye, or you have beer
= crying. Pm afraid you work too hard b,
V candlelight.'
' Susan smiled, and said, Working doe
i, not hurt my eyes, and as she spoke, sh'
:, turned her head and beckoned with he
!. finger to her little boy.
{ EWhy, John, what's that l see = SAT-
his father. What, you in the corner
Come out, and tell me what you have beer
b, doing
i Never mind it, dear husband JOIN
!, will be very good, 1 hope, and we had bet
a ter say no more about what is past
: Yes, but I must know said he, draw
e inc John close to him. Come, tell N
y what has been the matter
:, John was a plan-spoken b y, and had
straight forward way Of speaking the truth
II He came up to his father, and looked tu
o in his face, and said, The baker came TO
5 his money tonight, and would not leav
C the loaves witho mother paid for them
and though he was cross and rough to mo
o ther. he said it was not her fault, and tina
$ he was sure you had been drinking ava
r, all the money; and when he was go,na
'e mother cried over her work, but she oil
Y, not say anything. l did not know she wa
r. CRYING, till l saw her tears fall, drop, drol
RS on her hands and then said bad word
lie and mother sent me to staud In the corner
ID And now, John, you may bring n
lie some coal,' said Susan; there's a fiji
s. lump in the coal-box.'
Ip But first tell me what your bad wore
le we're, John,' said his father !; not swea
ID ing, 1 bope;'
l. 7No,' said John, coloring, but speakil
t, IS bluntly as before, 1 said you were
,g bad man. 1 said, bad father s
ht And they were bad words, am SUR