Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-01-30


some months before, and in hopes of find
ing some one to fill her station, in his do
mestic concerns, his advertisement had ap-
peared in the Weekly Bulletin.
"Ah, me, its no use crying about split
milk sighed the old man over his glass.
L suppose I've been a fool; out-lived
everybody, everything useful to me.
Made fortune first, nobody to spend it
last. Yes, yes" continued the old man,
in a thoughtful strain, "old Job Carson
will soon slip off the handle; poor devil
some blood-sucker may say, as he grabs
Jobs worldly effects, hes gone, had a
hard scrabble to get together these
things, and now we'll pick his bones.
Well, let 'em, let 'em serves me right ;
ought to have known it before, but blast
and rot 'em, if they only enjoy the pill
lage as much as did the struggles to keep
it together, why, at viii be about an
even thing with US, after all"
Yis, massa, here I is" chuckled
Banquo, again putting his black bullet
pate in at the door.
" You are, eh !? Well, clear yourself
no, come back go down to OatmeaPs
store, and tell him to let old Mrs. Doug
herty, and the old blind man, and the
sailors wife, and-and-the rest of them
have their groceries again, this week
only another week, mind, for I'm not 60
ing to support the whole neighbOrhood
any longer-tell him So
" Yis, massa, Use gone"
Wait, come here, Banquo, well, never
mind-clear out"
But Banquo returned in a moment,
saying "Dare'sa lady at the doo-ah,
sab says she wants to see you, sab,
bout 'ticlar business, sab"
Is eh Well, call her into the par
lor, I'll be down ah-h, that Internal
twinge again, ah-h-h, ah-h ! What a
stupid ass man is to hang around in
this world until he's nuisance to him
self and everybody else!" grunted old
Job, as he groped his way down stairs,
and into the parlor.
Good morning, ma'am," said he, as
he confronted the widow, who, in the ut
most taste of simple neatness, had ar
ranged her spare dress, to meet the UNI
pire of her future fate.
Mrs. Glenn respectfully acknowledged
the salutation, and at once opened her
business to the bluff old man.
Yes, yes I'm poor, unfortunate
creature, ma'am I'm nothing, nobody
any more. Iwant somebody to see that
I'm not robbed, or poisoned, and that ]
may have a bed to lie upon, and a clean
piece of linen TO my back occasionally,
and a-that's all I want, ma'am."
The widow feigned to hope she knew
the duties of a housekeeper, and situated
as she was, it was labor of love to work
toll for those misfortune had placed in
her charge.
"Eh? what's that-haven't got incuna-
brances, have you, ma'am p
q have three children, sir" meekly
said the widow.
"Three children ?" gruffiy responded
the old gentleman "ah, umph, what
business have you, ma'am, with three
children ?'
The widow, not apparently able to an
swer such poser, the old gentleman con-
tinued : Poor widows, poor people o.
any kind, have no business with incuna.
6rances, ma'am no excuse at all, ma'am
for EN-
$50, alas - said Mrs. Glenn, II find
the world too-too much inclined to rea
son but shall trust to the mercy anC
providence of the Lord, if denied the kinC
feelings of mortals."
Ah, yes, yes, that's ii, ma'am; it.
all very fine, ma'am; but too many poor
foolish creatures get themselves into
scrape, then depend upon the Lord t.
help 'em out. This shifting the responsi
bility to the shoulders of the Lord ism
right. l don't wonder the Lord shut
his ears to half he's asked to do, ma'am.
" Well, sir, ] thought I would cal
though I feared my children would be al
objection to-"
" Yes, yes, l don't want membranes
ma'am.s
| "But II a-"-the widows hear
was too full for utterance /; she moved to
wards the door. "Good morning, SIR"
" Stop, come back, ma am, sit down
its pity-you've no business, ma'am, a
| | sBid before, to have membranes, wher
? you haven't got any visible means 70
} support. Now if you only had one, on
: ineumbranee-and that you'd no busi
mass ta have, -ea;d the old mont doo.oJ