Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1857-09-17
MONTPELIER, VERMONT, THURSDAY.

chant in vulgar way, as the woman passed
into the street. I" If had given her the bottle
of wine, she would have been as drunk as a
beast in half an hour F"
Mr.. Redwood, in whose memory that parting
look of Mrs. Blythe had daguerrotyped itself,
thought differently; but he gave no utterance
to his thoughts
"That woman's story was true one," he
said to himself, as he passed on his way home
ward. . wish had asked her residence; "
and he looked carefully all around him, up and
down the street, with a kind of vague hope of
seeing her. But already too long away from
ger czh}ssted hgssaad, shl had hurrid back
TO him with almost flying feet.
90, Mary" whispered feeble voice as she
leaned over the bed, - how long you have been
away! feel very faint, very faint Have
you got the wine >
Only the bitter wine of sorrow, crushed out
from an almost breaking heart, had she brought
Tor her husband, and as few drops fell upon
his face, she whispered back huskily,
" MIR. Barker could not pay me for my werk.
But he will send the money in an hour or two,
and then will get the wine"
A feeble sigh Auttered across the breast ol
the sick man his lids dropped wearily, until
the lashes lay in two dark lines upon his blood
less cheeks while more deathlike hue over.
spread bis countenance.
Edward Edward! 0, Edward Hus
band +"
Slowly the eyes of the sick man opened, but
closed again, heavily, without sending forth q
beam Of intelligence.
The poor woman's strength was all gone.-
Sinking into "a chair, she leaned over upon the
bed, and laid her face against that of her hus
band. Its coldness chilled her to the heart
Already the death damps were breaking through
the relaxing pores. A moment she tried tc
arouse herself to new effort. But hope hat
died. and the leaden pail of despair was on hel
spirit.
| Min' DIytho!
1t was the voice of Andrew, the shoemaker
boy whose master had borrowed the money t,
relieve the pressing wants of the poor woman
"Mrs. Blythe!" His hand was upon hel
arm, but she stirred not.
Mrs. Blythe | have brought you the mon
ey for your work, and Mr.. Barker has sent t
bottle of wine for Mr.. Blythe.
The voi> e and words penetrated the shut doc
Of the woman's senses, and, partly arousin.
herself, she murmured, as fuller conscious
ness retaxnaaq ..-- -.
Too late TOO late
A thrill of horror went through the boy
frame, as bending over, his eyes rested upor
the ashen face Of a man wearing the ghasll,
hue of death.
How little dreamed the well-to-do merchan
of scene like this, as he slipped his delcaiel.
favored sherry and remarked upon its quality
Of a scene like this, which an easy act of jus
tice on his part, in the simple payment of I
bill, might have prevented Once as he locke,
at the wine, holding his glass to the light, tn
countenance of the poor woman he had seen a
the wine-merchant's seemed to glare at him, a
if reflected from u mirror. But the unpleasan
vision faded in moment. Between that des
pairing countenance, and his failure to pay i
triaing bill, he recognized no possible relatio
of effect and cause. Yet it was even 50 -th
relation did exist.
Need we give any new shades to our pictur
need we turn the kaleidoscope we ad
a word by way of application! What good =
The lesson is complere enough, and all add
tional groupings or colorings would but weake
the moral we seek to enforce
[Reader, are you entirely guiltess in thi
matter! Are there not employers, whose ez
perience corresponds with the above tbroug
your negligence in meeting claims which yo
acknowledge to be due, yet put off the paymen
from time to time for the most trivial causes