Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1853-01-18

"Dyings How can you ever struggle through
the world alone! Who will care for YOU, jamie.
when l am dead?'' '9.
"Have You rooms TO let2' said lady in sable.
to hard-Ieatured person. .1. ..
"Roonls! Why-yes-we haDe rooms; surveying
Mrs. Grey very deliberately You are widow.
l supposed Thought so, by the length of your
veil Been in the city long? How long has your
husband been dead? What's the matter of himY
Take in sewing, or anything? Got any references
How old is that child of yours?"
-t'I hardly think the situation will suit.r said
Mrs. Grey, family, as she rose to go.
"Don't cry, mamma said Charley, as they gain
ed the street. won't God take care of us?''
'Put another stick of wood on the fire, Charley;
my fingers are quite benumbed, and rYe long
while TO work yet.''
'There's not even chip left" said the boy
mournfuily, rubbing his little purple hands; sIt
seems as though should never grow hg man, so
that can help you.''
Hist! there's rap.
"Work done?" said rough voice; "cause ii
you amt up TO the mark yon can't have any more
"No FIRE, and cold fingers" Same old story!-
Business is business; have time to talk about
your affairs Women never can look at things in
commercial pint of view. What want TO know is
in nutshell. Is them shirts done 6r NOT, yonng
woman?''
tIndeed, there is only one finished, though have
done my hest,'' said Mrs. Grey
'fWell, hand il along, you won't get any more;
and sit up night and finish the rest; dye hea1"
''Have you vests that you wish embroidered,
sir?" ,.
Dyes" said the gentleman (?) addressed, cast
ing look of admiration at Mrs. Grey. ["Here,
James, run out with this money to the bank.)-
Wish it for yourseE MADAME" said he blandly.-
Possible! Pity tospoil those blue eyes over such
drudgeryr'
A moment, and he 1cds alone.
'tHe's very sick child" said the DOCTOR "and
there's little chance for him to get well here"
| drawing his furred coat TO his ears, as the wind
whistled throughthe cracks. ttHave you no friends
in the city, where he can be better provided for7'
Mrs. Grey shook her head mournfully.
f'Well, will send him some medicines to night,
| and tomorrow we will see what can be done for
him. .Ha.E
"IO-morrotO :" All the long, long night the
storm ragged fearfully The driving seet sifted in
through the loose windows that ratified, and trem-
bied and shook. Mrs. Grey hushed her breath as
she watched the little waxen face, and saw that
look creep over it that comes but once. The sands
of life were fast ebbing The little taper fickered
and flashed, and then-went out foreverl
1t was in "the poor mans lot' that Harry Grey's
pet boy was buried. There was no carriages, no
mourners, no hearse. Mrs. Grey shuddered, as
the wagon jolted over the rough stones to the old
burial-place. She uttered a faint scream, as the
sexton hit the little coffin against the wagon,n
liftngit out. Again and dgaln she stayed his
hand, when he would have fastened down the lid;
she heard with fearful distnctness the first heavy
clod that fell upon her boys breast; she filled up
| the grave: she the last shovel-full of earth
stamped down over him.; and when the sexton
touched her arm, and pointed to the wagon, she
followed him mechanically, and made no objection,
when he said he guessed he'd drive little faster,
nolo since the Ind iras out. He looked at her
or twice, and thought it very odd she didn't cry,
but he didn't profess to understand women folks;
so when it was quite dark, they came back again
to the old wooden house; and there he left her.
with the still night, and her crushing sorrow.
"Who will care for you, jamie, when am dead'"