Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1852-02-27

a barrel oil flour, and expended two dol
lars more OF his wages in sugar, coffee,
tea, molasses, &c. Near to the store was
the market-house. Thence he repaired,
and bought meat, and various kinds of
vegetables, with butter, &c. These he
carried to the store, and gave directions to
have all sent home to him. He had now
two dollars left out Of the twelve he had
earned since Monday morning, and with
these IN his pocket, he returned home.
As he drew near the house, his heart flut-
tered IN anticipation of the delightful
change that would pass upon all beneath
his humble roof. lie had never. in his
lie, experienced feelings of such real Joy.
lew moments brought him to the door.
and he went in with the quick step that
/ mad marked his entrance for several days.
1t was not quite dark, and his wife sat
! sewing by the window. She was finish
! ing a pair OF pantaloons that had to 90
! nome that very evening, and with the
money she was TO get for them, she ex-
! pected to buy the Sunday dinner. There
] was barely enough food in the house for
/ supper; and unless she received her pay
for this piece Of work, she had no means
OF getting the required sustenance for her
/ self and chIldren-or rather, for her hus-
band, herself and children. The individ-
ual for whom it was intended was not a
prompt paymaster, and usually grumbled
( whenever Mrs. Jarvis asked him for money.
/ 10 add to the circumstance of concern
and trouble of mind, she felt almost ready
to give up, from the excessive pain in her
breast, and the weakness of her whole
frame. As her husband came in, she
turned upon him an anxious and troubled
cOuntenance and then bent down over
her work, and p led her needle hurriedly.
As the twilight telI dimly around, she drew
nearer and nearer TO the window, and at
last stood up, and leaned close up TO the
panes of glass, so that her hand almost
touched, IN order to catch the few feeble
rays of light that were still visible. But
she could not finish the garment on which
she wrought, by the light of day. A can
die was now lit, and she took her place by
the table, not SO much as glancing towards
her husband, who had seated himself in a
chair, with his youngest child on his knee
Hall all hour passed III silence, and then
Mrs. Jarvis rose up, having taken the last
stitch III the garment she was making, and
passed into the adj dining chamber. In a
few minutes she came out, with her bon
net and shawl on, and the pair of panta-
looms that she had Just finished, on her
arm.
Where are you going, Jane p her hus-
band asked, in a tone of surprise, that
seemed mingled with disappointment.
| am going to carry home my work
But | wouldn't 60 now, Jane. Wait
until after supper.
No, John. | cannot wait until after
supper. The work will be wanted. 1t
should have been home two hours ago
And she gIided from the room.
A walk of a few minutes brought her to
the door of lor's-shop, around the
front Of which hung sundry garments ex-
posed for sale. This shop she entered,
and presented the pair of pantaloons to a
man who stood behind the counter. His
face relaxed not muscle as he took them,
and made 4 careful examination of the
work.
THEY'LL do he at length said, tossing
them aside, and resuming his employment
of cutting out garment.
Poor Mrs. Jarvis paused, dreading to
utter her request. Butnecessity conquered
the painful reluctance, and she said,
Can you pay for this pair tonight, Mr..
Willets!'
No. I've got more money to pay on
Monday than | know where to get, and
cannot let a cent go out.
But, Mr.. Willets, =
Il don't want TO hear any of your rea-
sons, Mrs. Jarvis. You can't have the
money tonight.
Mrs. Jarvis moved slowly away, and
had nearly reached the door, when the
thought of her children made her to pause.
Il cannot 90, Mr.. WilIets, without the
money she said, suddenly turning, and
speaking in an excited tone.
- You sCW 60, I'm thinking, madam
was the cool reply.
20, sir changing her tone, 'pay me
what you owe me ; want it very much.
90, yes. SO you all say. But | am
used to such make-believes. You get no
money out of me tonight, madam. That's
settled point. I'm angry now-so you
had better go home al once if you don't,
I'll never give you stitch of work, SO
help
Mrs. Jarvis did not pause to hear the
concluding words of the sentence.
! What shall | do p was the almost
despairing question that she asked of her
self, as she hurried towards her home.
On entering the house, she made 10 re-
mark, for there was no one to whom she
cou'+ tell her troubles and disappointment,
with even the most feeble hope of word
of cnmfnrt