Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1855-08-29

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Queun's bench and sitter short term Of im-
prs.onment, died Suddenly OF apcpiexy. lie
had lived tpo freely, snd taken TOO little exef-
else; and being one Of those fair haired mes
Of sanguine Temperament, who required alb
stinence and work, who loved luxury and
iiieness, be had mct the fate any medical
man would have predicted. HIS wife ard
! child WIRE thus left alone in the warlI, and
penniless. The broker had never lost sigli
Of them. Gifts from an unknown hand,
money, clothing, and even food, had key
Mrs. Thornton from want-ail the more well
| come, as by her marriages she had displeased
her relatives, who we're perhaps not sorry
now of this cxcu to avoid maintaining her.
When the captain died, then old Joe Marpin
came forward openly. He told her haw he
had lived an lshmaelite life, without pity,
and without love; he told her how she had
reused feelings in him-feelings Of reverence
for humanity, such rs he had never known
bsfore; and the old man bowed himself be-
fore her as to superior being, aud besought
of her the privilege of maintaining hc- and
her child. He wanted nothing, be said, but
to know that they were happy, and sometimes
to hear them say SO. He had not n relation
in the world to whom he could leave his mo-
ney-not one that she would wrong by taking
it; he had boarded because it was his nature
to hoard; but he never knew for what end
he saved. Now, he should have saved for
Heaven, If she would accept her life on these
easy terms. They were not hard! and If
she objected to his going to see her, he would
not. Indeed, indeed, it was her happiness,
and that sweet btby's-not his own-he
cared for, in the offers!
What could she do, that gentlewoman
without friends or fortune, or the means Of
earning her own subsistence! What could
she do but look at her child, hold out both
her hands to that strange old man, and burst
into tears of gratitude and shame, and sor-
row, all mixed up tog Their, rs she faltered
out, Eyes," and took her fate from his hands?
She understood the truth Of his feelings, and
was herself too noble to assume a false dig
nifty which would have been less dignifed
than the acceptance of his generosity. She
thanked him by her tears, and she kissed his
withered hand; and that touch bound old
Joe Mappin as her slave for life; the first,
last, and only time that a woman's lips, had
ever touched him; and in this manner their
lives had passed for the last fifteen years.
He took beautiful little house for the
widow and her child, and furnished it with
every luxury and beauty possible. All that
came in his way-dress, jcwclry. furniture,
ornaments -whatever it might be that was
rare and expensive he bought for them. He
lavished his money like water, and thought
nothing dear which would call forth smile
from the woman or a Joyous exclamation
from the child. Their pleasure repaid him
for everything; it was his world, his heaven,
his life.
But tn, time was coming fast now when
poor old Joe Mappin. the broker, must face
the boundary lines between time and eterni-
ty, and learn thc great secret. When the
winter had killed Margarct's flowers, had
stripped her geraniums Of their leaves, and
had frozen the songs of her birds, the old
man and Death stood face to face. His
rheumatism and asthma had been very bad
for /. long while; and living in his niggard
and neglected way, had not given MIN the
best chance Of recovery. He knew he was
dying, but he could not die in peace without
looking once more on those two faces he low
ed so much-the only two he ever loved
through the whole Of his long life. hey
could not come to him, fos they did not know
his address nor even his surname. lie was
only Joe in the beautiful house in Regents
Park; and the servants thought he was sMis-
sus's queer old uncle-perhaps from Ingy or
furren parts" But if they could not 60 to
him, he would 90 to them-and must-what-
ever the risk. He could not die happily-he
believed he could not pass away a. all
without seeing them once more.
Though the seal Of death was set rigidly
on his face, the old man resolved to make
this long and perilous journey. He knew he
should hasten the supreme moment; but it
would be better even if he did, he said, sad
~. lie had dons all he could do now; he
had established the dear ones, and his death
would not deprive them now Of farthing,
or single comfort. He had saved enough
let him die! He sent for neighbor to dress
him for the last time, in his decent clothes;
and when this was done-hetween fainting
and long fits of pain-he told her to go FOR
cab, and sbargain with the man for his fare
up to Regents Park. Because he was old
and weak he wouldn't be done even by the
biggest rufhan among them,' he growled out.
When the woman left the room, old Joe
dragged himself as be best could to a small
iron safe he had let into the wall with his
own hand. No one knew it was there-not
even the landlord, nor those prying eyes Of
little Teddy. lie unlocked it, and took out
roll of bank notes, railway script, and
mortgage bonds, and tied them all in cot
ton handkerchief, together with parchment
tied with red tape, sealed with big seal,
and endorsed Joe Mappin's WILL in his own
hand writing. Hc hid the bundle under his
old greasy cloak; and then the woman came
back, and found him painting and pale, and
she screamed out that he was dying. But he
swore at her between each gasp, and told
her to hold her noise and help him down
stairs. And then half stumbling and half
carried, the old man got down the stairs at
last. and 80 was put into the cab.
He gave the man his directions in an under
tone, jealousy guarding the name from the
crowd standing curiously about; and then
he drove out of Horlborn forever. And as
he left his old neighborhood, with all its as
sociations of the pitilessness and sorrow Of
which he had been the ms rument, and the
heartless cause, change seemed to como
over him. The mastiff face gradually grew
more softened and humanized. He was pass
ing from the world of men and mammon in
to that of love and death, and the evil in
fuences of his material life faded before the
publication of this great baptism.
The journey-it was long ono for dy-
ing manfred him sadly. He did not care
though for the pain it caused him; his only
fear was he should die ere he reached home
the home Of his spirit, of his better and
purer life. But he survived tin sad
state of suffering and prostration; and only
just survived it; for when, carried by the
cabman 10 his arms Us if he had been child,
he was brought to the presence of those loved
ones, all that his failing life left him power
to do was to place the packet in the widows
lap, and murmur family, sit is all yours,
and to die with her tears falling softly on his
face.
The Mexican Revolution-De Of the Affair
Of Saltillo.
The news from the Rio Grande shows that
in spite of the attempts made to disguise the
fact by the Dictator's journals, the revolu-
tionists are fast making head in the North.
The defeat at Saltillo is much more imnor-