The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1854-08-02

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which he had the full value, shall be
collected
really-madam-that Is. have
no control that way. What is the a.
mount Of the bill 2
Seventy dollars-here II is.'
sExactly-l see. And his salary,
Madam 2
II is said to be twelve hundred dol
lars year.
And not pay his board bill p
As you see, sir. that has been stand-
ing for Eve months unpaid. Three
days hence he will draw his monthly
pay. and | thought. sir. il you would
be kind enough To
Yes. I have il. Go 10 him again
and get his note. to day, at thirty
days
His note. sir! It's not worth the
paper on which il was written; he pays
no one dollar Voluntarily
But he will gave you his note, will
he not, Madam 2
I'D yes, he would be glad to have a
respite that way, for month, no
doubt
That's right, then. Go to him and
obtain his note, at thirty days from to-
day gave him receipt in full. aud
come to me this evening"
The lady departed. called upon the
young lark, and dunned him for the
.amount--at which he only smiled, and
finally asked him TO give her his note
for il.
To be sure said he, with chuckle.
give note, start'n, aud much good
may II do you, num-
You'll pay il when il falls due.
won't your said the lady.
%. certainly was the reply, And
in the evening she again repaired to
the White House with the note. The
President put his broad endorsemenr
ON the back, aud directed her to OBJ.
tain the cash upon ii at the Bank.
In due time notice was sent to
the Clerk that note signed by him
will be due on a particular day. which
he was requested TO pay.
At first John could pot conceive the
source from whence the demand could
come, and surprising that It had only
been left for collection was resolved to
take no notice of il. But as he passed.
down the avenue, the unpaid board bill
suddenly entered his head.
who has been foolish enough to
help the old woman in this business,
| wonder!' said John to himself. III
go and see. It's hum, | know but
I'd like to know if she's really fooled
anybody with that bit Of papern and
entering the bank he asked for the note
which had been left there for collcc.
ton against him.
1T was discounted said the teller.
Discounted! who in the world will
discount my note ? said John, amazed.
ANY body, with such backer as
you've got on this
sBacker! Me-backer-who! =
Here's the note; you can see for your
SELF said the teller, handing the docu-
ment, and on which John recognized
the bold signature Of the President OF
the United States.
WoMAN's LovE--A SCENE FROM REAL
LIFE.-'rhere is many life scene
more touching, more worthy of immor-
tality than the deeds of conquerors or
the heroes Of history. The following,
from the st. Louis Republican, is one :
eve saw, says the editor, last eve-
ming, an apt illustration Of the aifec,
tion of woman. A poor inebriated
wretch had been taken to the calaboose.
His conduct in the street, and after he
was placed in the cell, was Of such a
violent character that it became neces-
sary tohandcuff' him. The demon rum
had possession of his soul, and he gave
vent to his rawlings in curses so profane
as to shock the senses of his fellow pri-
soners, one Of whom, in the same cell,
at his own solicitation, was placed in a
separate apartment. A woman appear.
ed at the grating, and in her hands she
had rude tray, upon which were plac>
ed some slices of bread, fresh from the
hearthstone, and other little delicacies
for her erring husband. She stood at
the bar, gazing intently into the thick
gloom, where her manacled companion
wildly raved. Her voice was low and
soft. and, as she called his name, its
utterance was as plaintive as the melo-
dy of fond and crushed spirit. The
tears streamed from her eyes, and there,
in the dark house, the abode of the
most wretched and depraved. the tones
of her voice found their way into that
wicked mans heart, and he knelt in
sorrow and silence before his young
and injured wife, while his heart found
relief in tears such only as man can
weep. Though the iron still bound his
wrist, he placed his hands. with their
heavy insignia of DEGRADATION. confid