The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-11-08


81 declare have half mind to put this
bed q1ilt into the wash to-day;-it don't re-
ally need to 60 either, but l believe I'll send
it down." 4a~lai hga .gl,1
"Why will you pat it in, Mary,rif it does
not need to go!" asked her good old aunt
Hannah, III her quiet but expressive way,
"Why you sec, aunt, we have but small
wash.to-day; SO small that Susan will get
through by one O'Clock at the latest, aud |
shall have to pay her just the same as though
she had worked till night, So"
"Stop 8 moment, dear said the old lady
gently, "stop moment and think. Suppose
YOU were in the situation that poor Susan is
obliged, you tell mo, to toll over the wash
tub six days out of the seven for the bare
necessaries of life, would you not be glad
once in while to get through before night,
to lab8r for Yourself and family, or better
still, few hours to rest! Mary, dear, it is
a hard, bard way for a woman to earn her
livingsbegrudge not the poor creature her
half dollar. This is the fourth day in sue.
cesson she has risen by candle light and
podded through the cold here and there to
her customers houses and to;led away eX-
istonce. Let her 90 at noon if she gets
through who knows but she may have come
from the sick couch Of some loved one, and
that she counts her hours, yes, the minutes,
till she can retlrn, fearing ever she may
come! one too late. Put it back on the bed,
and sit. down here while | tell you what one
poor washerwoman endured because her en-
ployert did as you would to make out the
washsAsiAhd the oldlady took off her glas
ses, andwiped the tear drops that from some
cause had gathered in her aged eyes, and
then with tremulous voice related the prom
ised story.7o aasil eT a'f.l! "Hhr
"There q never Was more blithsome bri
dal than that Of Adaline Relaigh's. There
was never, o maiden who went to the mar
rage altar'witir higher hopes Of blissful an
ticipdtions". Wedding the man of her choice
he whose love tones had ever thrilled hel
heart, like music .gush from the land o
light, rhe. who was dearer to her far than hel
existence, q young, talented, noble fellow
one Of whom any woman might be proud, ]
was NO wonder that morn seemed colder
waif frem Eden. Few indeed have sun
nier life In prospect than had she. And 70
ten years there fell no shadow on her path
Her Bome-was qaB5ee, qBe, Iopf Iof beauty and rare lpxp
ry--her,husbaudIthel same, kind, gentle, Low
ing nIanius ainutheI days of the courtshiI
winaiffg' 'asdreis every YEAR in his profession
adding. new comforts TO his home and ne,
joys,to his tfireside-rand besides, these bles
Sings God ihadgiven her anothert+a littl
crib stood BY her bedside, its tenanta golde
haired Baby boy, the image ". III noble sfath
er, and deareF to those welded lovers ,tha
uught else earth could'offer. o9s a9aneatrat
"But I must mo t adwell Upon those happ
days; my story has TO deswith other ones
1t was with them as. oft it is With Others
just when the cup il sweetest, il, d dashe
away just When NE, beam y brightest Ii I
clouds gathsrs,iA serieslof, misfSrtunes an
reveyseaoccqrred with startlihgrapidity an
sweptoffbhl everything bdt lSye and The
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