Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1856-10-10

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/ walls and ceiling which could not be cleaned
with money, were black and foul.
Upon the bed lay young man, some thirty
| years of age, whose jet-black hair, and large
\ black eyes contrasted strangely with the mar"
/ be like look of the sunken face A single
| glance at those featu"es was sufficient to as
(, sure the beholder that the poor man had not
long to STAY in this vale of tears. That dread
fend, consumption, had set its seal upon him,
and the dark angel was hear at hand.
Near the head of the bed, when Orion en-
/ tered. stool woman. She was small in
! frame; not over seven and twenty years of
age, and very pale and wan. Yet she was
beautiful. Her features were singularly reg
ular and Symmetrical in their outline; her ewes
of deep, liquid blue, and her hair of a light,
golden brown-almost, if not quite, pure
auburn. Her dress was clean, but scant and
patched, and the yisiter quickly saw that she
was trying TO hide her bare feet.
There was but one window in the room
little square concern, close by the head of the
bed, which overlooked small yard in the
rear This place was home. Oh, God and
what homel If that dying man wanted
air, where was he to get it: Did they open
the door there came in thIongh the dark pas
sage, arising from the dirt there. and from the
pest holes beneath, n stencil almost overpow-
l
received the miasma coming up from such
putrescence in the yard as we will not de.
scribe. Yet it was there, dear reader-it was
there, and about it lived hundred human
beings into whose homes the fresh air never
found entrance
And these two people were the parents of
little Lizzie. 1t would have required no fur
ther assurance than a mere look at his face to
prove that the man upon the bed was her
father, and even of the light haired mothers
beauty, the child bore some traces AS Lizzie
entered she few to her mothers embrace, and
having received flood of warm kisses, she
turned to the bed. Her father reached forth
his wasted hands and drew her towards him.
He could not speak aloud, but he impressed d
kiss upon her fair brow, and whispered a
blessing.
In her simple language the child quickly
explained where she had been, how she had
Jared, and why the gentlman had come
Constance Miner heard her through, and
then clasped her small, thin hands together,
and in quick, spasmodic tones he uttered,
g Oh, good sir, may the best blessings of
Heaven rest upon you! Indeed, sir, you have
not thrown your kindness away-upon my
child, l mean.''
q am sure of that, my dear woman" re-
. turned Orion, still shuddering, for lie had not
yet become used to the terrible wretchedness
of the place. All tongue and pen are mad
equate to convey living idea of the utter,
squalid poverty and ghastly horrors of one of
those places 81 am sure of that" our hero
repeated. p" felt sure your child was wor-
thy, and from her manner 1 knew she must
have received some good lessons in life from
her parents. supposed you would not re-
fuse to accept help from the hand of one who
would be your friend"
The poor woman was upon the point of an
swering, when heavy footsteps were heard in
the dark passage. They were not only heavy,
but loud and dumping, with a brutal ugly
clang. Constance Miner started back, and
stood With her hands clasped and her frame
trembling at every joint.
alt is has step!" she gasped.
g Whose ~ asked her husband, raising his
head with difficulty from the pillow.
Duffy Glicker'S'" she whispered fearful
1y.
"Ha!-Tell me what that man wants.
Why does he seek you }" quickly uttered
Orion.
"Oh! canot tell. He has paper-one
he got in my native town--but 1 know not
what is in it. He-he-oh, God dare not
tell yon "
The youth could ask no more, for at that
| uttered low, wild cry, and shrank away be.
| hind her new found friend the mother
cfoucnea CLOSE by the BED, as though instinct
| still led her to the man in whom she once
found protection the dying man himself ut
tered faint " God help u.s.! while Orion
turned just iii season to see Glicker and
Slumpkey enter, the iormer with huge bowie
knife in his great hard hand
The above is all of this story that will be
i -.
of it can be found only in the New York
Ledger, the great family weekly paper, which
can be obtained at all the stores throughout
the city and country, where papers are sold,
at four cents copy. Remember to ask for
the New York Ledger of Oct. IS, and in it
you will get the continuation of this story from
| where 1t leaves off here FANNY FERN writes
only for the New York Ledger SYLvANUs
| OoBB, 1r., writes only for it EMERSON BEN
NETT writes only for it !; and nearly all the
writers in the country, such as Mrs. SIGoUR-
NEY and ALICE CARY, contribute regularly to
its columns. 1t is mailed to subscribers at
| So year or two copies for So. 1t is the
handsomest and best family paper in the coun-
try, and is characterised by high moral tone. |
*As this name is world wide in its import of wretched
ness and poverty, will merely say, for the benefit Of
those unacquanted with the locality that here three
| sueetN-Cross orange, and AnthoDy-cAme together
as to form i've points. Upon this spot once large
pond connected with the Eas River by small stream or
creek In places this pond forty or fifty feet
deep, and 1t was here that the first trial was ever made
with steamboat in this country Upon the corner Of
Orange and Cross Streets still stands mass of low sunk
en-, wooden buildings that originally built upon the
edge oil the pond This place has since been filled but
is SUI low ana unhealthy though suppose some san
tary measures might be adopted for making il better
The centre OF the deep pond must have been somewhere
about the site now occupied by the little park where in
the summer tme close observer may detect something
IKE grass attempting to raise its sicky blades above thu
earth.
SENATOR SuMNER.-The state of Mr.. Sum-