The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-07-31
WASHINGTON, D.. c., THURSDAY JULY 81 1876

the doctor said, after he was somewhat over
! his laughter. Iguess those girls--they're regu
lar witches, any wsy-laughed some"
Mary Tillotson went right down at once to
the toor, locked one arm round Mr.. Stetson's
leg, and laughed, and laughed, with her hand
kerchief at her mouth, trying to stife it,"
LOCKED an arm round Mr.. Stetsons leg
That was queer thing to do, it seems to me-
Yes; but she didn't know that she was do
ing it. 1t was for support, Just as she would
have held upon q column, or q tree stem. Our
excellent Julia Vesey was standing, at the
time, talking with Mr.. Stetsou. She saw it all ;
the heroic attitude and all. Fletcher felt that
she did, and this was his acutest discontinue"
You may well say that. know something
about these things. He could have pulled Miss
Vesey's hair then, I'll warrant you. He wished
she would have the goodness to keep her eyes
to herself after that. He would thank her, if
she would never look at him again. He felt it
In all his nerves, though, that she would; and
this made him think how nice it would be to be
an Englishman, and cross the Channel, the
next morning. Did they speak to each other
again that night"
Not before he went away?"
He went away that night, some time before
the company broke up; went without saying
his adieus to anybody but Mr. MADDEN Just
leaving them with him for Mrs. Hidden"
"And his au reooirss"
mot his dU rec0irs. He was determined
never to see her again or, at any rate, as long
as Julia stayed. He got into snow-drift, GO.
ing home. 1t was his own fault; for he was
thinking over his disgrace, and did not mind
where he was going but he jerked his horses
bride, aid was out of patience with him, as if
1t were the horses fault getting in there and
tiounderiug in such manner"
"Are you telling the truth now ?" asked the
doctor, with the expression of rank doubter
all over his face. "You look mischievous, Pm
suspicious that you are after more heroic atti-
tudes. Own it, if you are"
He certainly did get into the snow, DR..
W, and have great time there, founder
ing. When the Cabots and Tillotsons went
home, the full moon was up, so that they saw
the fancy-work he and his horse had made in
the snow. When Mira. Cabot charged him with
it the next day, he owned it; but hadn't much
to say about it."
81 suppose not" the doctor replied, quietly
smiling. "Any more heroic attitudes ?"
"No. But that wasn't the end of his bad
luck"
"Ah! let's hear" with the same halfincred.
ulous smile.
I" The servant girl at Col. Cabot's, not ex-
pecting any one at home until some time after
midnight, had put the children to bed early,
(she gave two of them psregoric, to facilitate
proceedings,) and had gone to spend the even
ing, with eight or ten others, at Irish McGar.
wins. She had not returned when Fletcher
came so there was no one to let him in"
Gave them paregoric
I" She often did,"
should want to wiring the girls neck, that
would do that If / had children, l would
rather see them die outright, than to have them
half-killed with psregoric, and then left to drag
their pale, sickly lives through the long, miser-
able, worthless years that come between them
and their graves. If you ever have children,
you'll do foolish things enough, no doubt One
must pity them beforehand, thinking what
time they'll have with a mother who is always
dsbbling in the inkstand. But, whatever else
with paregoric. If you do, shall soy you are
unfit for this most precious of all charges put
into your hands; and l think that would be
rather hard thing for you to hear. Wouldn't
it, child? Wouldn't it be hard for You to know
that you had killed Tor halfkilled, which is
worse) your own little babe? Iguess it would.
Legions of mothers are doing it, though, this
very day, every day, in one way or another. And
1T makes me so angry, could set my feet
through the floor, when think about itl" He
was walking back and forth, with his might,
as if he were tempest. Soon his steps were
stilled little; and then, with voice as IL
now he felt no great interest in the matter he
inquired what Fletcher did with himself, when
he found that be was cheated out of his ingress
by that wretched servant girl.
"He put up his horse by the light of the
moon that was just rising, and went to the
hotel for the night"
And that, hope, was the last of his trou.
bles"
"No. He felt cross and nervous. The big
moon shone through his muslin curtains, ma.
king it light as day making his brain dizzy
and half sick. After he had borne it as long
as he could, he rose, and put his arm and
shoulder out into the winter night, to shut the
blinds, if he could. But he couldn't. They
were tied back fast against adaptations by
the wind"
"Too badl" with as much sympathy in his
face, now, as one could desire to see there.
Yes. He slept at last; was near sleeping
till MONDAY. And, if things went the least
amiss, he was out of patience, aud cross all
that day."
My friend P, of Philadelphia, has some
Chinese fre-screens in his parlors," said the
doctor, which had been as unintelligible to
them, of course, Tor nearly so, the illustrations
helped them a little, as the old Central Amer
lean hieroglyphics, until, two years ago, when
was there, troupe of Chinese performers came
TO the city, upon an engagement at the Wal
nut. My friend was editor of the Bulletin
AID so, when some one of the management was
taking them round to see the city, on the morn
ing before their representation, he took them
10 nay friends house; and they huddled round
the screens, reading and jabbering about them,
poor things! Their interpreter translated one
Of them to US; and 1t was the story Of man
who fell into all sorts of errors and misfortunes,
and who finally was expstriated. / remember
how it ended. / remember the slow, solemn
shake of the mans head, the solemn mouth, as
be concluded with And 80 he could never
see his emperor's face any more You made
me think Of it with your And so he was out
of patience, and cross all that day. conclude
that that was the end of your story of the days
EYES"
Il don't feel exactly satifed about it. Pm
afraid he didn't get over it easily. am afraid
the next thing and the readers hear of him,
will be, that be vas ssen one day, soon after, by
some deer hunters, plunging into the depths of
the woods up in the Saginaw country, whsre it
was supposed, by most persons, that he would
build him rude hermitage Of logs, would
clothe himself in bear skins, would let his hair
and beard grow, and subsist upon creatures
wild and savage as himself, all the rest of his
days. But now I shall say Goodbye to you,
my child, and so. You're lazy thing. You
don't open your lips. You think it enough for
you to do, and suppose you think il eos,fort
enough for one, if You look indolently at one,
smiling indoleptIy, athalf ones Good-byes, at
half one says"
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