Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1856-07-19

anx"usly. at the same tr:e feeling his pulse
as >hc spoke.
$40, no, think not: but DO want to see
your face once more by sunlight. | cannot
wait till Sunday.7
Gladly would she tarry by his bedside till
the sunlight should have stolen through their
little window--hut it might not be. She
was pennIicss, and in the dusk OF morning
must 90 torti! to labor, She lett HIM, sweet
kisses were given and taken. swee. words
Whispered in the sweetest love tones. She
reached the kitchen Of her employer, and
with 4 troubled face waited for the basket to
be brought. y beautiful smile played over
her Wau Iace as she escorted It's contents.
She could get through easily by two o'clock,
yes. and If she hurried, perhaps by one. Love
and anxiety lent new strength to her weary
arms. and five minutes after the clock struck
one, she hangs the garment on the line, and
was just about emptyirg her tubs, when the
mistress came in with couple of bed-4ullts,
and saying:
'As you have so small a wash today, Ada.
think you may do these get7 and left the
room again. A Ha,l Of agony, wruns from
the deepest fountain OF her heart. gushed to
her lips. Smothering it, as best she could,
she again took up the board and rubbed,
rinsed and hung out, 1t was half past three.
when she again started for home an hour too
late y And the aged narrator sobbed.
An hour too late continued she after
long pause Her huband was dyinG-yes,
almost gone? He had strength given him to
whisper a few words to the half-trantlc wife,
to tell her how he had longed to look upon
her face. and that till the clock struck two
he could see, bat after that, though he strain
ed every nerve. he lay in the shadow Of death
one hour she pillowed his head upon he suf-
fering heart. and then-he was at rest =
But for the thoughtless or grudglng exac-
tions of her mistress, she had once more seen
the love-light flash of her husbands eyes,
and he have looked upon her who was so
dear.
MARY, Mary, dear = and there was soul
touching emphasis in the aged woman's
words "be KIND to your washerwoman: in
stead of striving to make her days work as
long as may be, shorten it, Tighten it"
Few women will 90 out to daily washing
unless their needs are terrible. No woman
on her bridal day expects to labor in that
way; and be sure my niece. If constrained to
do so. it is the last resort. That poor woman
laborins now so hard for you, has not always
nePn a WISH " UilIdtl. 'rtIC i!dS sCCi oAASh't
giadsome hours. She has seen awful trials
too. can read her story in her pale, sad
face Be kind to her, pay her all she asks,
and let her go home as early as she can
'You have finished in good season, to-day;
Susan,' said Mrs Merton. as the washerwo-
man, with her old cloak and hood on, entered
the pleasant chamber to ask for her pay.
ayes ma am, that have. and my heart,
ma am, is relieved of a heavy load. too. |
was so afraid should be kept till night, and
am needed SO at home"
is there sickness there - said aunt Han
nah kindly.
Tears gllshed to the woman's eyes. as she
answered. "ah, ma am, left my baby most
dead this morning: he will be quite so to-
morrow: know it. have left it too many
times: and none but child of nine years to
attend to it . o, must go, and quickly"
and grasping the money, the hard-earned
money that she had toled for. while her ba-
BY was dying, that when dead it might have
decent shrouo, she hurried to her dreary
home.
They followed her. The young wife who
had never known a sorrow, and the aged
n}atron whose hair was white with trouble
followed her to her home-the home Of the
drunkar.Is wife, the drrnkard's babes. She
was not too late The wee dying boy knew
its mother yet. andl eraved a draught from
her loving breast Until midnight she pill
lowed him there. and then kind hands took
from her the breathless form, closed the
bright eyes straightened the tiny limbs.
bathed the cold clay, and folded about it the
pure white shroud-yes. and did more
They gave, what the poor so seldom have,
time to weep. n..
20. aunt" said Mrs. Mention. with tears
in her eyes, as having seen the little coffned
babe borne to its last home, they retured to
their own happy one, ''if my heart b'esses
YOU, how much more must poor Susan's.-
Had it not been for you she would have been
to late-the babe would not have know Its
mother 1t has been sad, yet holy lesson
II shall always be kind to the poor washer
woman But aunt, was the story you told
me true one-all true, mean?'
! "The reality of that story whitened this
head, when it had seen but thirty summers,
and tn. memory of it has been one OF my
keenest sorrows. 1t is not strange that l
should pity the poor washerwoman--Ada da
and aunt Hannah were one and the same"
Not long ago dead body was taken from
the water at Alexandria, Va. Having been
recognized and claimed by the wife ola citizen
as the corpse of her husband, 1t was duly