New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-25

ng embers so that they emitted fsiil glow.
'nd shen risingswith kind of jerk, took up the
Ioai-seuttle AMI was fastening from the room.
"here are YOU going, Mafgarets' y said Mrs.
TO get some more Goals It is sin and
shame. when the coa1-bin s full and running
oser' iof You to sit shIvering for want Of fire."
anu without waiting another moment, lest her
Indignation should haze time to cool, and with
H. her courage, she lefs the room, saying as she
1sid 50, IN order to still further strengthen her
courage. Mr.. Chxon is goneo1t. and will never
be the wiser If ldo get handful or TWO Of GOALS,
over hls mggardly allowance; and as for Mrs
rooms." 90 s'5.
90 Don't CO." said Mrs Rearacnd, brfs III
feeble tones Of her voice were Iost in the noise s
and hustle attendant on the resolute manner III s
which Margaret had been driven by the excited
state of her feelings.
She was mistaken in imagining that Mr.. C1ixon
was absent. Instead of going out, as usual,
when he rose from the tea=table, he went up
stairs to hunt for some papers, in an apartment
ne called his library and when Margaret, with
footsteps more emphatic than was exactly neees-
sary, awoke the echoes which slept in an old un-
furnished chamber Of the diiapidated mansion,
| as she crossed it to gain the back stairs, he
peeped out at the door, and thus obtained
| EhAsAfoS VI sS4V 'tutlrSSuhtle. Tie QUICKLY ana
silently returned the papers he had selected to
| the bog whence ne had taken them, and then
with noiseless steps sought his sisters room He
opened the door softly, and gliding to chair
which sat nearly opposite her, said, IN a low,
| mild voice, as he took possession Of ii,
&C You look quite snug and comfortable here.
The temperature of the room may he little too
warm for person in health, but az yam are yet
an invalid allowance must be made Gsaiz are
dear, exceedingly dear :; but | am willing to be
liberal in case of sickness. You axe nearly
well, though now. should judge by your fine
eolor''
s' I sometimes hope am better,'' she replied,
almost gasping for breath, for his unexpected en-
trance. and the thought of Margaret having
gone for the GOALS brought On the hectic flush at
an earlier hour than usual, and caused her heart
to beatswith alarming rapidity, s<
ssBettey 7'' he repeated Il should call you
not nearly, as I said at first, but quite we'll.
| Margaret must be dismissed Mrs Niddles can
take N,s care Of you, if you nesaany care. Where
She was saved the exertion Of answering bY
Margaret herself, who at that moment opened
| the door.esS She hesitated moment when she
| saw Mr.. Clixon, and was about to draw back,
| though less for her own sake than Mrs. Red
mona's. She saw, however, that his eyes were
| fastened on the coal-scuttle, and making vir-
tue of necessity, she stepped forward unfljnch-
ingly, and deposited it in its usual place
She was about to replenish the crate, when a
glance at the countenance of Mrs. Redmond,
with the vivid hectic spot burning on either
check, stayed her hand, and obeying the beseech-
ing look of the dark eyes, which beamed with
brillianey which Lit up her features with wild;
almost unearthly light, handed her q glass Of
water
g Hold it for ne, Margaret said she, as her
unsteady hand caused the bright water drops to
| fall upon her lap. Margaret obeyed, at the
same time stealthily brushing away teaR.
| ''Now you have been to the trouble to get
more Goals, put them on" said Mr.. Clixon,
speaking in the same mild. subdued voice, as
when he first entered the room.
'' The fever fit is on her now, 50 that she can
not bear any more fire." replied Margaret.
'sI said that you might put the Goals on he
slowly repeated, emphasizing each word. -
The invalid cast an imploring look towards
Margaret, and said, in a whisper, ssDo as he
says. my good girl
Margaret reluctantly placed a small quantity
| on the crate .5....
s'Put on the whole-leave not a single coal, -
said Mr.. Clixon; but Margaret, without utter
| ing a word, sprang quickly forward towards
Mrs. Redmond, who, with the blood gushing
from her mouth, was trying to reach q handker-
chief
ssHow is this, What does this mean s'' said
Mr.. CExon, rising from his chair.
&c This is what was always afraid off, said
Margaret, without noticing what Mr.. Glixor
said &c 1 shouldn't wonder if it put an end te
her at once. | wouldn't have done it for 6
world full of gold, much more on account of a
handful of palry Goals"
Mr.. Clixon turned pale, for the hsemorrfag g
was so copious that he feared it would cause
suffoeation He almost made up his mind to
send for physician, but in minute longer ii
had greatly abated, and, leaving the room, he
sent Mrs. Niddes to Margarefs assistance.
Concluded tO-plnyY0tr. !