The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1853-10-14
THE NEW CARPET.

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as you hive sci your heart upon is, why
suppose must" 'h
The young wife looked with raptur
upon the ten shining gold pieces.
"One hundred doIlarr!" she said 4
herself, show rich il mikes me feel! |
seems great deal T." pay for caIpe'
but 'gold worth, is gold The old saying is
aud one good purchase is better ihnn
d"zrn poor ones. III buy one Of th'
very fines, Brussels
Afternoon came; the rosy babe was
laid asleep in his cradle, and the little
maid received score of charges Il
lng"r by lis side every momcn, ill the
darling woke up. Jeanette, looked beI
preiiiest, and throwing mantilla over
her handsome shoulders; was jus, hurry
ing away when a loud ring at the door,
brought out very pn,I'sh "oh, deat!'
and the expected intrusion.
"O,, Joannelte!-dear Jeannetle!'
and a pale young creature sank painting
on the sofa. I'VE are in such trouble
such dreadful trouble! eau you he'll US Z!
Do you think we could borrow h .ndrrd
dollars from your husbandi COuldn'
you ge, i, for me-, Jeanette! You
know you s1id might always rely upon
you when trial came, and poor Charles
expects every momen, to have his little
stock of goods atlacl;ed,-and he is 50
sicklyn .-....
"Dear, dea,!' said Jeanette, her
CORD heart suddenly contracting. ED
ward told me only this morning. n"t 10
ask him f"r any money Tor three mon'hs;'
and she gathered her purse up tightly in
her h 'ndkerchief; "l'm sure -!--only
could "bIlge you, would; but
"xpoc, Edward is really hard pushed
You know he has just commenced bust
ness. Can't you &c. j, elsewhere! Have
you 'ried?"
"Yes," answered her friend, despcnd
inely; "lve tried everywhere. People
know that Charles is sick. aud cannot
repay Immediately. o.! i, seems to me
some creditors have such stony hearts!-
Mr. j. knows jus, our circumstances
vet he insists upon thu, money. Oh! il
IS so hard! |, is so hard!"
Her piIful voice, and the big iears
running, like rain, down her pallid cheeks
almns, unnerved Jeanneiie's selfishness
But lha, carpe,---rhat beautiful carpet
she had promised herself so long, aud 81
"flen bean disappointed Of its posserson,
that she could not give is up. she knew
her husbands lenIt-and that ho would
urge her 10 scif.denial no; she would
not see h,m-if she did it wac oil oveI
with The carpet.
"vell," said her poor, pale fried, iu a
desponding voice, rising To 60, "l'm sorry
you can't help the: | know You would, il
ynu could. Good morning; | hope You
will mover know what i, is 10 want and
suffer-
How handsome the new cnrpet looked,
Ms the eun slreamed in on It's wreaihed
flowers, It's colors of lawn, and hlne. and
crimson, It's soft velveiy richness-and
how proud fel, Mrs. Jeanette, at the
lavish praises Of her neighb"rs. /. was
bargain, ioo-she had saved ten dollar:
in its purchase, aud bought pair OF ele
gan, window shades,
IT drclare," said her husband, 9TH
looks like comfort; bui it spolls all m.
pleasure, to think Of Charley Somers.-
The poor fellow is dead"
Jeanette gave little, sharp scream
md The lash faded from her face.
Eyes! lha, rdscally Jo"es! For ih'
paliry sum Of hundred dollars, he at
lached every thing in The little shop; arc
was so insulting besides. that Charles
sprngng angriIy up in his bed. rupture
a blood vessel, and lived scarcely all hou
aflerward." -...- ..
"And Maryf"
"she has dend child; and her life is
despared Of. Why on ear,1 didn't they
send to me-! could easily have spared
the money II it had stripped me Of the
last cent, they should have had il. Poo'
fellow-poor Mary"
"And | nigh, have saved it-dH!
slrieked Je1nnei,e, sinking upon he'
knees on the rich carpet. Oh! Edward
| will Gnd ever forgive me for my heart
lessness! Mary did call here, and will
tears begged me to aid her-and ii bad
the whole sun in my very Iiand-and
coldly turned her away. Oh! my God
fnrgive met"
In The agony Of grief, Jeanneiie would
receive no comfort. In vain her husband
slrove to soo,be her; she would no! hea'
word in exienuaiion Of her selfish con
duct. .
"f shall never forge, poor Mary's tears
| I shall never forget her sad voice; The,
will haunt me TO my dying day. Oh
take i, away--rhai hateful carpet; have
m chased il will, the deaih OF my friend
How could | be SO ctuel!" ~
- Ne rs* g.
Yeats have passed since then, an,
Mary with her husband lie under ,ht
green sod Of ,he church yard. Jean
neno has gray hairs mixed with the buigh
brown of her uesscsy hut she lives in
n n L La 4.