The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-01-13

~~'eSH 10 I" Joo VI eituOs Ou al uuobAs
now to spend your income"
The young mechanic entered at thi
favorable moment. The money lende
pointed to chair; then turned to hi
desk, and filled up, hurriedly, check
Blackwell glanced at the amount there
of, as it was handed to him, and an in
slant flush of surprise came into hil
face.
/" Haven't you made mistake, Mr.
Edgar ?" said he.
:" In what respect 20
+" The note was for three hundred
dollars, six months, and you have given
me check for two hundred and ninety
dollars, forty-three cents"
81 have charged you bank interest," ,
said Mr.. Edgar, with feeling of pleas.
ure at his heart so new, that it sent ,
glow along every herve and fibre of hi
being.
"Bank interest! I did not expect this
sir" replied the young man, visibl,
moved. " For less than one and hal
per cent. month, L have not been able
to obtain money. One per cent.
would have paid you cheerfully. Eight
cen dollars saved! How much good
that sum will do me could not have
saved it--or, might say, have received
lt-more opportunely. This is a
kindness for which l shall ever remcm-
ber you, gratefully"
Graspng the money lenders hand, he
shook 1t warmly then turned and hur-
ried away.
Only one previous transaction had,
that day, been made by Mr.. Edgar.
In that transaction he gained fifty dollars
and much pleasure had i: given him.
But, the delight experienced was not to
De compared with that he now felt. 1t
was to him a new experience in life-a
realization of that beautiful truth, alt
8 more blessed to give than to receive" !"
Once or twice during the day, as Mr..
Edgar dwelt on the little circumstance,
1is natural love of gain caused regret
or the loss of money involved in the
to enter his mind. How
,old, moody, and uncomfortable, he in
'tantly became /! Self-love was seeking
20 rob the money lender of the Just re-
ward of a good deed. But the voice
which had prompted the generous act
was heard clear and sweet, and again his
heart beat to a gladder measure.
Evening was closing on the day fol-
lowing. 1t was late in December, and
winter had commenced in real earnest.
Snow had fallen for some hours. Now,
however, the sky was clear, but the air
keen and frosty. The day to Mr.. Ed
gar, was one, in which more than the
usual number of good transactions"
lad been made. On one perfectly safe
note, he had been able to charge as high
IS three per cent. per month. Full of
pleasurable excitement had hi, mind
been, while thus gathering in gain, but
now, the excitement being over, he was
From whence the pressure
came, he did not know. A cloud usually
fell upon his spirits with the closing
day; and there was not sunshine enoug b
1T home to chase it away from his sky.
As Mr.. Edgar walked along, with his
eyes upon the pavement, his name was
called. Looking up, he saw, standing
at the open door of small house, the
mechanic he had befriendei on the day
before.
" Step in here just one moment" said
tile young man. The request was made
in way that left Mr.. Edgar no alterna-
tive but compliance. SO, he entered
the humble dwelling. He found him
self in small, unlighted room, adjoin-
ing one in which lamp was burning,
and in which was young woman, plainly
but neatly dressed, and four children
the youngest lying in a cradle. The
held in her hand warm Bay
State shawl, which, after examining a
few moments, with pleased expression
of countenance, she threw over her
and glanced at herself in q
looking-glass. The oldest of the child
rem, boy, was trying on a new over
coat and his sister, two years younger, /,
had white muff, and warm wooden
shawl, in which her attention was COM
pletely absorbed. A smaller child had
a new cap, and she was the most pleased
Of any.
90, isn't father good TO bay all these |;
and we wanted them so much" said the
oldest of the children. +" Yesterday
morning, when 1 told him how cold |
was going to school, he said he was sorry
but that l must try and do without a