Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-08-14

,,,,>s Ia Mrr' Beach the vito Of pros
neren. Wholesale dry-goods merchant on
Market street. a. she busted her mantle Of
pcrcolain and MARBLE on Monday morning,
that "ho who wanted 70 do good must be on
the constant look out for opportunities;
that God does not find our work, and bring
ii ready fitted and prepared to tho hand but
spreads the world before us, and we arc to
walk through IL as Christ and the Apostles
did, with eyes open, looking for the sick and
the suffering, tho poor and the oppressed.
aNow, am certain" continued the lady,
as she replaced marble Diana in tho CEN
tor Of the mantle, II should like to do some
good every day; one feels so much better
when they 20 10 rest at night: and I'll just
keep my seyes open' to-day, and SEQ if
come across any opportunities that under or
dinary circumstances should let slip"
Half an hour later, Mrs. Beach was in the
nursery, with the washerwoman, who had
como for the clothes. ~ wish Mrs. Simms,"
said she, as she heaped the soiled linen into
the basket, athat you would get Tommy's
aprons ready for me by Wednesday; we are
going ont Of town to remain till Saturday,
and shall want good supply on hand for
"
@well, I'll try ma'am, said the washer.
woman; "rvc got behind hand good deal
siuce Sammy had the hopping cough; but
now he's better, ! must try and make up for
lost time"
alas he had the hopping -cough9 Poor
little fellowl How old is hel" questioned
the lady.
"He was three last April ma'am."
aAnd Tom is four" unused the lady
aI.ook here, Mrs. Simms; won'tyou just open
the lower drawer of that bureau, and take
out those four green worsted dresses in the
corneri Toms outgrown them, you see
since last winter, but they are almost as
good as new. Now if you want them fol
little Sammy, they'll do nicely without al
tering, think"
aWdnt them, Mrs. Beach ~ answered the
wasberwoman, with tears starting into hei
dim eyes--aI haven't any words to thank
you or to tell you what treasure they'll be-
Why they'll keep the little fellow as warm
as toast all winter"
swell, I'll place them on top of the
clothes" said the lady smiling to herself, a:
she thought, 'My eyes have been open once
to-day"
Not long afterwards, Mrs. Beach was oil
her way to market, flor she was notab
housekeeper,) when she met a boy who ha'
lived short time in her family the year be
fore, to do errands wait on the door, &C.
He was bright, good-hearted merry-faceC
boy, and had been great favorite with tn
family, and Mrs. Beach had always felt in
terested in him; but this morning she was il
quite hurry, and would have passed tn
child with q cordial, but hasty, chow ar
you Joseph, my boy? Do come and see us,
had it not stuck her that Joseph's face di
not wear its usual happy expression. Sh
paused, as the memory of last nights ser
mon flashed through her mind, and asked
ais anything the matter with you Joseph
You do not look so happy as you used to-
The boy looked up moment, with
halfdoubting half-confding expression, int
the lady's face, the latter triumphed :-"M
Anderson's moved out of town." he sale
pushing back his worn, but neatly brushe
cap from his hair; $50 I've lost my place
then little Marys sick, and that makes
very bad just now.'
$50 it does" answered Mrs. Beach, be
sympathies warmly enlisted. "But neve
mind Joseph: remember only night befor
last, my brother said he would want nov
errand boy, in few days, for.his store, anc
he'd give good one two dollars week.
Now I'll sec him to-day and get tho situa
tion for you, if you like"
The boys whole face frightened. 10!
shall be SO glad of it Mrs. BeachP'
@And see here Joseph; am going I
market, and perhaps We can find something
nice for little Mary" The lady remem
bered that Joseph's mother though poo
seamstress, was a proud woman, and felt thi
would be delicate way of presenting he
gift.
So she found some delicious pears an
grapes, and q nice chicken, to make som
broth for Mary, who, she learned, was i
with fever, before she proceeded to do he
own marketing. But it was pity that th
lady did not see Joseph, as he sprang int
the chamber where little Mary lay moar
ing wearily on her bed, while her mothe
sat stitching busily in one corner, and hel
sup the chicken and the fruit, crying 5000
news! good news! I've got all these mic
things for Mary and place at two dolla
a week !"
OF how little Mary's hot fingers close
over the lunches of white grapes, while ii
sewing dropped from her mothers finger
as the tears ran down her cheeks.
1t was evening, and Mrs. Beach sat in th
library, absorbed in some new book, whe
she heard her husbands step in the hail.
Though the morning had been so pleasau
tho afternoon was cloudy, and the day ha
gone down in low, sullen, penetrating raj
Now Mrs. Beach loved her husband vii
the love Of true wife, but he was not
demonstratiye man, and the first beauty ar
poetry Of their married life had settle
down into somewhat bare, everyday ma
ter of fact existence. But her heart W
warm to-night--warm with the good dee
Of the day, and remembering her resolutio
of the morning, she threw down her boo
and ran down the stairs.
sHenry, DEAR" said the soft voice of I
wife, shas the rain wet you at all Lot r
take off your coat for you."
SThank you, Mary; don't think I'm an
wise injured, but you may help me, Just
the pleasure Of it," and he stood still VIII
she removed the heavy coat, with all Il
softness Of touch and movement which
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