The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-10-13
WESTERLY, R. l., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 49, 1858.

'And, mo'be > sand the child, in low
trembling accents, while he turned ;
fearful look to his parents face, will
not father be good to us once more ?
The mother could not speak, she
could only press her children more fond
| ly to her bosom, and wept a mother''
tears upon them.
Was Lizzie Wilkins happy, as she 81,
her children down to that morning,
meal At last ray of sunshine wa,
struggling to gain entrance to her bosom
Toward the middle of the afternoon
Mr.. Abel Walker, retired sea-c captain
of some wealth, sat in his comfortabl,
parlor, engaged in reading, when one o
the servants informed him that some one
at the door wished t. see him.
Tell him to come in, replied Walker.
but it's that miserable wilkins, sir
Never mind, said the captain after
a moments hesitation, show him in
Poor fellow he continued, after tn
servant had gone, | wonder what he
wants. In truth | pity him
With trembling step and downcas'
look, Thomas Wilkins entered Captain
Walkers parlor.
'Ah, Wilkins said the old captain
what has brought you here p
The poor man twice attempted to
speak, but his heart failed him.
DO you come for charity:'
mo, SIR quickly returned Wilkins
while his eye cleaned with a proud
light.
'Then set down, and out with it,
said Walker in blunt, but kind tone.
Captain Walker commenced th
poor man, as he took the proffered seat
: / have come to ask you if you still
own that little cottage beyond the hill
Il do
And is it occupied?'
sNo'
Is it engaged =
No. returned the captain, regarding
his visitor with uncommon interest, but
why do you ask :"
Captain Walker said Wilkins, in
firm and manly tone, even though hi>
eyes glistened, and his lips quiverod, Il
have been poor and degraded, deeply
teeped in the drcgs of poverty aud dis
grace. Everything that made life valu
able, I have almost lost My wife and
children have suffered-and God on y
knows how keenly! have long wan.
lered in the path of sin. One after
mother of the tender cords of friendship
hat used to bind me to the world have
snapped asunder my name has become
/ by word, upon the earth | have been
/ foul blot. But, sir, from hcnceforth
am a man No from the depths Of
ong grave have dragged forth my
leart, and love still has its home there
n. | have sworn to touch the fatal
up no more; and in my heart there is
10 lie. My wife and my children shall
ufcr no more for the sins they never
committed. | have seen my old en-
'loyer, at the machine shop, and he has
'een even kind enough to give me an
rider in advance for necessary articles
Il clothing and furniture. Tomorrow
morning | commence work
And you come to see if you could
btain your cottage back again to live
n,' said Capt. Walker, as Wilkins hesi-
ated.
Wilkins, how much can you make
t your businessi' bluntly asked the
Id captain without seeming to heed the
equest.
My employer is going to put me on
job of work, sir aud as soon as can |,
ct my hand in | can make from twelve
, fourteen dollars a week.
And how much will it take to sup
ort your family c
AS soon as | get cleared up, l can G
asily get along with from FIVE to six t
ollars a week
Then you might be able to save
bout four hundred dollars year. q
| mean to do that SIR {
A few moaents Capt Walker gazed !
ITO the face of wilkins, aud then '
G asked -
Have you pledged yourself yet'' i