New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-10-26
From The National Era
UNCLE JOHNS VISTA Tale for the Times.
BY MARTHA RUSSELL.

[Concludedl
CHAPTER II.
ssBlack Simon was looked after, and talked
to for few moments, much as if he had been
child, and then, instead of returning to the
warm sitting room of the hotel, or the elegant
parlor of Mr. Jimps, the old man sturdily plowed
his way along the snowy streets, until he reached
the suburbs Of the city.
Here he slackened his steps, and paused oc-
casionally to decipher, by the dim light of the
lamps, the numbers on some of the hlapidated
buildings that lined the street. At last he ap-
music and dancing, and he knocked loudly at
the door. 1t was opened by a ROSY cheek Irish
girl, in a gay ball costume, and dirty white
slippers,
Ills there family of the name of Ives living
in this housei" asked the old man.
ss Yes, there be, the poor craythers; but not
in there sir,' was the reply, as she saw Mr.
Markham about to lay hold of u latch near by
&c That is Teddy McGuires room. The Ives are
up above, sir. FL be afther showin the way,
an you please"
Uncle John followed the girl up the gloomy,
dirty stairs, asking by the way, Qor the old man
was bit of Yankee,) what was the cause of
the festivity below.
CA wedding sir; Mikey Flaherty is married
to Tim Doolan's Bridget tonight returned the
girl with a smile, adding. as she pointed to .
door at the extreme emu OF tnc passage. - lUi
there ye will find them ye SEEK
| The old man turned to thank her, but she wa
already half way down stairs, stepping to tn
| lively measure of an Irish jig so he walked Oh
and knocked gently at the door which the gin
| had pointed out. 1t was opened by the sam
pale faced child whom he had seen in hi
| nephew's store. She looked up to him with
quick glance of recognition, mingled with sur
prise, and then glanced towards her mother
| 1aoD a bnI a1
lay little child, over whose face the ashen hue
of death was already stealing. Seeing that hel
mother did not observe tile stranger, she said
| Sc It's the gentleman who opened the door fol
me to-day, mother.''
| Thus disturbed, the woman looked up, aues
tioningly, almost impatiently at the intruder.
| Excuse me, ma'a am" began the old man, il
an apologetic tone, but deliberately shutting
the door behind HIM 81 fear / intrude; bu
got home safe. My nephew, Mr. Jimps, di'
not quite understand the child, it seems, and
have come to make it all straight And h
handed out five dollar bill as he spoke,
The woman took the bill, looked at it a mo
ment, and returned it with heavy sigh.
"I can't change it, sir. have not cent o
money in the world"
It's all right, ma'am. l don't want an.
change-I mean, Mr.. Jimps don't; he isn't a
all particular-that isl say, keep it, ma am
you need it all, and more, too, i'll such weathe
las this"
The woman looked at him with mingled VOL
der and suspicion. At length she said,
g There is some mistake, sir Mr.. Jimps is
very particular man. He owes me but one do
lar, and it may bring both of us into trouble if
keep the money
''Takeit, say, Zounds! have not I a rigl
to do as | please with MY mean hasn't Nh
| pirht IN IL rllat bp N
money! Take it, and make yourself comforts
ble"
The woman waited to be urged no more; 81
eargerly clutched the money, and burst int
tears, as she cried
The blessing of those ready to perish |
upon you both, sir, should not have sent OF
to-day; but we have neither food nor fuel, al
little Jennie dying!"
sc Have you no one whom you can send O
after food and fuel?" asked the old man, with
glance toward the farther corner of the rool
where, from beneath a pile Of rags, came t
heavy breathing of a man.
Yes" returned the woman, as with a tro1
bled expression her eye followed his Z" but Wi
liam, poor fellow, is not well. He is worn out
she went on with Il sigh, with care, and wan
and trouble. If you will be kind enough to sts
with Ellen, sir, will run down myself, and g
what we want. It's only two doors from here
she added, seeing the old man about to reno
strate.
There was something in her manner that +
:. called to the old man Mr.. Jimps' remark abo
her husbands incorporate habits. She fea
to trust him with the money, and perhaps s.
'' is right, thought he, as he drew the scanty co
ering over the dying child, and began to lo
about for something to kindle d fire with again
p the mothers return
- The little girl laid down the coarse shi
, sleeve she was stitching, and came to his ali
. but they could find nothing but u few bits
SS paper.
na tn '.That is Willic's kite, sr,'' whispered 81
er as the old man laid his hand on that artic
Nj g He brought it with him when we moved fri
NJ the country but don't know as he will mi
81 it much if we do take it, if we can only be warm
;" AS she spoke, u curly head peered out fir
or beneath the rags in the corner, and presently
is little boy Of five or six years old crept to !
N side.
"Willie, don't wake father!" she whisper
hushing his exclamations of surprise at the sis
= of the stranger. 'sWe are going to have fl
: and something to eat, Willie," she added. '' n
" ther has gone after the things. Mr.. Jimps s
sss the money by this gentleman, and now it's
right
The little boys sleepy eyes flew wide oper
the mention of food and FIRE, and he whispe,
with shy look at Uncle John
81 But will he take us away from this hat,
~ place, sister, and give us dinners every day,
:, as we used to have them in the country w
az was so hungry, and cried, last night. you |
mebby some one would bring me whole Pocl