The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1854-09-22

employ frf--that his haunting cquipaec
may roll admired along the highway,
aud lnd,a's iaircsi fabrics deck his
pur-e-Proad wife and daughters
II was busy scene ia the ware-room
Of Simon Skinilin, q Co. Garments Of
every hue, size aud pattern we're '-erc
exposed for sale. Piles of coarse cloth
ing lay upon tho counter, ready to be
given out 10 the destitute, brow-hcaton
applicant, who would make them for the
smallest possible remuneration piles Of
garments lay there, which such victims
had already toilej into the long night
TO finish. ticketed 10 bring enormous
profits into the pocket of their employ
cr groups Of dapper clerks stood be-
hind the counter, discussing, IN a whis.
per, the pedesials Of the last new dan
seuse --ogling the half starved young
girls who were crowdng in for employ.
ment, and raising blush on the cheek
Of humble innocence by the coarse joke
and free, ibidinous gaze while their
master, Mr.. Simon Skinfiui. sat, rosy
and roiund, before bright Lehigh fire.
rubbing his fat hands. building imagi.
nary houses, and iclicitating himself gem
orally on his far.rcaching financial fore
sight.
"If you could but allow me trifle
more for my labor" murmured low
voice at his side 81 have toiled hard
all the week, and yet"
Young woman" said Mr. Skinfiint,
pushing his chair several feet back, ell
eva,ing his speciacles TO his forehead,
and drawing his satin vest down over
his aldermanic proportions" young
woman, do you observe that crowd OF
persons besiegiug my door for employ
ment? Perhaps you are not aware
that we turn away scores of them every
day perhaps you don't know that the
farmers daughters, who are at a loss
what TO do long winter evenings, and
want TO earn a little dowry, will do our
work for less than we pay you? But
you feminine operatives don't seem TO
have the least idea of trade. Compe-
tiiion is the soul Of business, you see"
said Mr.. Skinflint, rubbing his hands in
a congratula,ory manner. "Tut--tut-
young woman don't quarrel with your
bread and butter however, it's thing
that don't concern me Mt all if you
,cont work, there ere plenty who ~iH,"
and Mr.. Skinnint drew out his gold re-
peater, and glanced at the door,
a look of hopeless misery settled
gsS%y ;hs sSsy ySyqSS II ffaEs ffaa ASss HSHsa
Home, did / say7 The word was bit
ter mockery to poor Mary. She had
home once, where she and the little
birds sang,he livelong day where flow
ers blossomed, and tall trees waved. and
merry voices aoaied out on the fragrant
air, and the golden sun went gorgeous
" down behind the far-of hills where
mothers loring breast was her pillow
and a fathers goodnight blessing wooe'
her rosy slumbers. Ii was past now
They we're all gone-iather, mother
brother. sister. Some with blue SCI
for shifting monument ; some sleep'n
dreamlessly in the little churchyard
where her infant footsteps strayed.-
Rank grass had overgrown the grave
walks; weeds choked the flowers whic
dust-crumbled hands had planted; tn
brown moss had matched over the co
taye caves, and still the little birds san
.,e - ...-.--., s'a'y """S"''"'
gods had not been shivered.
Poor Mary. The world was dar
and weary to her; the very stars WI
their serene beauty, seemed to mos
her misery. She reached her iii
: room. lis narrow walls seemed 10 clo
abou, her like tomb. She leaned b
IT, head wearily against the little windo
and looked again at the great house o
posiie. How brightly, how cheerful
sSai the lights glanced from the window
ID How like fairies glided the young q
d, over the softly carpe,ed floors h'
swiftly the carriages whirled TO
: door, with their gay visitors. Life "
s,cb "A ROSY dream TO Mem--such
brooding nightmare 10 her. Desp
had lis lev hand on her heart Nj
-. she aipays drink. unmixed' the cup
er SORROW Mus, she weep and Sigh
I'D youth away, while gripping ayariee ira
,er nleA on her heari-sirings! She co
nm NOT weep-nay. worse, she could
.en nray. Dark shadows came beiwi
ew her soul and heaven.
her The liule room is empty now.
~ Toll. there no longer You will
use her in the grea. house opposite.
re. dainty limbs clad in hoWing sil
mr. her slender fingers and dimPled a
ON sliuering with gems; and among
an, that merry group, Mary's laugh r
tat ou, ,he merriesl sarely--snrely'
ow. !. bs,,er ,han 10 Toll weeping ihrc
pom the long, weary days in the little 4
and enri room.
LEI. l. Il Maryf
En. There is a ring 81 the door oil
'"e -, 49,. A woman eiisles mo