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find, but instead thereof, it was one con-
tinual scene OF trial and trouble. Blu.
bedtime came. OF two o'clock. md for
while the martyr felt relieved. But it
was only for moment for upon finding
herself alone with her husband, she re-
membered tina! her head ached. and that
her limbs were weary.
BY the powers, Hannah uttered Tom,
isn't this nice? 'Taint much like cob
bling boots and shoes. is it? 0. how fine!
Doesn't it seem as though we were born
for i,?'
The wife was silent for some moments,
but she spoke at length, and in low sub.
dued tone:
'Tom, where is little Effie?'
with the nurse. to be sure
%, do go and bring her here to me-
Do--that's good-'
BAH! Some body may hear you.
Hannah. You know wha! Mrs. Newton
said to night She's the mex. richest TO u S
of anybody int he country
The poor woman laid her head upon
the pillow with a groan.
Isn't it nicer uttered Tom. in chuck.
ling tone. BY the big hokey. Hannah.
only think how we'll live
But 'twont be always like this, Tom?'
No. no-rather guess 'twont. Why
we haven't begun yet. Just wait ill
folks get acquainted with US and begin
to come from The cities to see US. And
then when we begin to give our great
parties. Won't it be nicer
But Hannah made no reply, and ere
long she fell asleep; but she did moi rest.
On the next morning. Tom was up and of
before his wife awoke. The first of con.
sciousness she felt was rough shaking
by the shoulder. and on looking up. she
saw her servants. She arose at their
bidding. but she had not been long on her
feet when she sank back, for her head
ached. her limbs were weary. But she
finally allowed herself to be dressed, and
soon afterward she met her husband at the
breakfast BILE. She looked at the face
Of the marble cased clock OH the mantle.
and saw that il was eleven o'clock. She
was on the point Of speaking to her hus
band about it, but the presence of the
servants prevented.
After breakfast. when Mrs. Crosby
thought Of going to bed again, she receiy-
ed an invitation to visit Mrs. Newton.
Il can's,' she said.
But we must go. Sir John is one oil
the most important men in the country.
We are in for it, Hannah, and we mus
stick il out. Remember you have urged
it, said the husband.
.But--but, Tom. didn't expect,
Didn't expect what? Did you suppose
that those who had wealth and high sta
tion enjoyed the same ease and quiet tha
the peaceful cobbler owned? By the pow
ers. Hannah. you musn'i fail now
You filled your own station well--bu
you have got new one to fill now, nnt
you must come up 10 the mark. Sir Johr
will expec, u.s.
Sir John?'
yes
Sir John had very noble sound, ant
that was little calming to the poor wo
mans feelings. However, at four o'clocl
the carriage was at the door and wher
Mrs. Crosby saw il. she forgot her pain
for awhile. The horses were coal black
and harnessed almost wholly in silver
Away the aristocratic couple were whirl
ed 10 noble mansion. whicl. Mrs. New
ton had engaged for The occasion. the rea
owner of which was introduced to Mrs
c. as friend
The rest of the day. and the night, wer,
passed just about the same as on the pre-
rious day, and Mrs. Crosby had an op
portunity to see that all rich people mus
live alike, she had TO take wine again a
supper. and the clock was upon the strok,
of fourin the morning when she reached
her own mansion. She had been laughe,
at by the servants for her akwardness--
she had been sneered at BY young con
sumptive miss. because she could no
play euchre, and the whole company hnt
| giggled ct her funny remarks touchin,
some butter which chanced TO be on tn,
table.
On the next morning--or towards nool
when she awoke, she found her servant
about her ss before. She asked them I,
send her husband to her; but they cou.,
not think Of such thing. She simpl,
sprang ou: of bed and caught chair, ant
told them to disobey her if they dared
They-.eft the chamber and shortly after
wards. Tom Crosby made his ppearance
Tom,' the wife groaned, i cant stan:
this-indeed can't
why, Hannah, are you crazy!-woul,
you give up all your wealth. .'e
2 No, no. I'd like TO keep the money, bu
-but--O, my head.' u,s) 8
Keep the money!. And what would
you keep il for? We had money enough
before for the station we then held; ant
oil you used TO want was to make show
like Mrs. Wilkins. Surely you wouldn'
go back into your old home. and. have tt
take care of your own children, ard de
your own cooking and find your own egg.
in the hay. anil have the fuss Of your owr
husband. and have to go to bed every
night at nine or ten O'Clock, Why, you
are crazy. Hannah.'
And is il that stone that keeps us here
Tom?' ssyii1'ost ST hiiess9 ~ ss
Yes. But you see I've gusrded agains
any such danger. for I've put the Philos
opher's Stone in q place where nobody II
ever thinh Of ofllooking for it, hsvsossT
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