Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-03-04

preted by speech But the little wife said moth
ing; only she leaned on her umbrella, aud gazed
through her tears on the girls, as they potted her
children, and gazed at my mother as she gave her
orders to the servants for the preparation of a
sleeping room and liberal meal for the wayiarers;
and she gazed at me, as stirred up the fire, with
immense energy, between ourselves, tried to
hustle off the objection of that cruel speech with
which met their first appeal, and made her hus-
band sit down SO close to il that his legs were
ly scorchcd through his thrcadbarc trowsers y and
50 continued gazing at every one until at last she
could stand it no longer and hinging away, for
the first time that wondcrous umbrella Of hers, she
cast herself on my astonished mothers neck, and
sobbcd out heap of Polish blessings, that if there
is any virtue in bcncdicon, will certainly canonize
her when she dies
swear to you, that when all was over, and they
were sleeping soundly, went into remote cor
nor and wept bitterly for the wrong had SO nearly
done.
Well they staid with us that night. and the next
and the next; and my mother got up n collection
for them among the neigbbors. We rugged them
all out in good warm clothing, bought them tickets
on the cars to Boston, and one fine frosty morning
we all sailed down to the depot, and saw them OFF
on their journey, and | tell you there waving of
hands, Polish gesticulatons, and far, away in
the distance we could catch q glimpse Of
that great umbrella, which the little woman still
iourished by way of farewell.
We heard nothing of our Polish friends for
whole year. Oren, over the freside we talked
about them and neighbors sneered at us and won.
dcred if our spoons were safe, and moralizcd upon
foreign impos.ure and ingratitude. My mother
got much credit for her credulity, and little for
her charity; but none Of us minded it, for there
was something so true in the ways and manners of
those poor wandcrs that il would have been inn
possible to dstrust them.
Well, Christmas came. Winter again. snow.
yule-logs glowing freely on the hearth, and mise-
toe and ivy swinging merily in the halls. Again
the uplands were sheeted in white; again the old
oak was naked and sorrowng again we were all
seated round the fire, listened to the snortng of
the wind, rs 1t tore over the hills like n mad stecd
In the midst of deep silence that fell upon rs all
there came rat-tat-tat, at the hall door. 1t was
an enthusiastic rat-tat-tat. II was strong deter
mincd, and eager. | went to the door. | had
scarcely unbarred it, or took n peep Mt the new
conner when it seemed as if sort of whirlwind
with bonnet on its head secured past me and
swept INTO the parlor. The next moment heard
a great commotion. Sobing and lnughing and
broken English all swept along as it were, in
cataract OF Polish. 1t was the little pale woman
with the great eyes. No longer pale though. hut
with ruddy cheeks and the ewes this time looked
larger than ever through their tears They had
been, ever since, in Boston, she breathlcssly told
us, and had been doing well, thanks to the bless
cd lady who had helped them to get there. The
husband modelled his medalons, she composed
pokas, and their oldest daughter taught music md
they had saved three hundred dollars and bought
a piano with it, And she had said to herself thar
on Christmas night she would come and speak her
gratitude to the blessed lady who sheltered her
little ones; she set of in the cars and here she
was. And then she commenced pulling things
out OF her pockets. Christmas presents for us ali
There was scarlet fUrtunc teller for Lizzie. and /
a curious card-cass for Fanny; and wonderfully |
embroidered necdlccase for my mother; and there |
was beautiful umbrella for Mr.. John she init
mated, producing an enormous parapue. She
knew he would like it, because when she was here
last ycar-thanks TO blessed lady who had shelter
ed her-she had seen him looking very much at
her umbrella and she would have offered it to him
then, but was ashamed, it was so old. But this
was new one, and very large.
And then she kissed us all round, and produced
an elaborate letter from her husband to my mother
in which she was compared TO Penelope. and one
or two other classical personages and told us every
thing that had happened to them since they had
lett us, until having talked herself into state of
utter exhaustion she went of to her bedroom where
she was heard praying aubibly, in Indifferent Eng
lish, that we might all ascend into heaven without
any Of the usual difficulties
She and her family are still at Boston, where
they make quite a respectable income. And every
Christmas sees her arrival with presents for the
blessed lady, and her eyes and her gratitude are
rs great as ever
IL Is as you see, simple Winters Story.--Tieto.
rial Times,