Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1854-01-06
What Came Of an Omnibus Ride,

WudS Odm0 VI an Om0lDu9 nlQe,
AND"ONE PULL TO THE RIGHT"
Some time ago, (no matter when little
folks shouldn't be curious y I was riding
in an omnibus with some half.dozen we'll
dressed ladies and white kidded gentlemen.
At signal from somebody on the side
walk, the driver refined up his horses, and
a very old man, with tremulous limbs and
silvcry locks, presented himself at the
door for admission. The driver shouted
through the sky-light, Room for one
more, there, inside" but the gentlemen
looked at the old man and frowned, and
the ladies spread out their ruffled skirts,
for his hat was shabby, and his coat very
threadbare. He saw how it was, aud why
there was ono room," and meekly turned
to go down the steps, when a fine looking
young man, who sat mex: to me, sprang to
the door, and seizing him by the arm, said,
"Take my place, sir; you are quite welcome
to it. l am young and hearty; it won't
weary me to walk"-and kindly leading
the old man to the vacant seat, be leaped
from the steps and walked brissly down
the street, while l looked admiring!y after
him, saying to myself, L" That young man
has bad q good mother"
We drove on, and the more I looked at
the mans silver hairs, and fine. honest
face, the more indignant l felt, at the way
he had been treated. Whether be read my
thoughts in my countenance, or not, l can't
say but, after most of the passengers had
got out, he moved up to me and said,
"Good boy-good boy-wasn't be! My
dear, (and here his voice sunk to a conf
Dental Whisper l have got money enough
to buy out all the upstart people that filled
this omnibus, twenty times over, but ! like
this coat and hat. They are as good as a
crucible. Help me to find out the true
metal. Good morning, my dear. Thank
you for your pity, just as much as if l
needed it"-and the old man pulled the
strap, got out of the omnibus, aud hobbled
of down street.
Some time after, advertised for lodg-
ings, and was answered by widow lady.
l liked the air OF her house, it Was SO neat
and quiet and then, the Towering plants
in the window were letter of rceommen-
da:ion to me. Your cold hearted, icicle
people never care for flowers; you may
write that in the Ayleaf Of your primer.)
nat wha. particularly pleased me at Mrs.
Harris was the devotion of her 500 to his
mother. expected no less, because the
minute be opened the door, l saw that he
was the same young man who gave up his
seat in the omnibus TO the old gentleman
John did all the marketing, and provi-
ding as wisely and as we'll as if he were
seventy, instead Of seventeen. He wheeled .
bis mothers armchair to the pleasantest ,
corner; handed her her foo,stool, and news
paper and spcc,acles; offered her his arm
up stairs and spent his evenings by her
side, instead Of joining other young men
in racing over the city to 6ud ways to kill
time
1t was beautiful sight, in these days,
when bcardless boys come stamping and
into their mothers presence, with
heir hats on, and call her L" the old VIC
man."
Ispcnt pleasant autumn under Mrs.
Harris quiet roof. And now, winter had
et in, with its nice long evenings. John
anne in to tea, one night, with his bright
ace overclouded. His mother was at his
ide in an instant Johns master had
allied, and John was thrown out Of cm-
,loyment!
Then I learned, that it was only by the ,
tric,cst economy, and boarding of every
ent of Johns small salary, that the house ]
cnt was paid and the table provided.
And now, so the widow said, the house
must be given up, for John might be a j
ong while getting another place; clerk |
hips were so difficult to obtain; and they !
must not think of running in debt.
1t was such pity. We we're all so G
comfortable and happy there, in that cozy |
title Parlor, with its sunny bow window t
all of flowers, and its bright Lchigh fire, a
nd softly cushioned chairs; that cozy par
,r, where the little round table, with its
nowy cloth, had been so often spread
nd the delicate tea-biscuit, and racy news d.
apers had been so often discussed where i,
ohm, in his slippers and dressing gown, !,
18th his dark hair pushed of his broad
,rehead, read page after page of some ia
oritc author, while the wind was welcome
whistle itself dumb outside the thresh-
ID, and old Winter to pile up the snow at =
,e door till be got tired of it.
1t ,cqs hard! :.
John walked up and down the foor, with :,
is hands crossed behind, and Mrs. Harris : :
cnt round the room, hunting after her :
,ectacles, when they we're comfortably
,posing on the bridge Of her fine Roman .
ose. :,
A EnocE a. tbo donr