New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1858-11-01

One day, towards the end of the last centary an
the crowd that hurried with equal speed and nl5ss
along one Of the busiest th0rOughtares Id L0H6Na,
might have been seen Gin the language Of hist55sa
romances) vending 10 leisufely way, q hands5rsss
portiy gentleman, approaching me middle age. ws1
led BY the hand delicate little girl bis dauchera1z
only child. 10 bis eye theFe was merry, nisehses-
Gus light, indicative Of high animal spirits; and % B
fine features were unmistakabIe signs that ne Egvga
pleasure and partook Of it at tiHles-perchanee 60
excess, whenever he had an opportunity Or doing g.
Bat ever and anon as he looked down on the littBs
damsel, who stepped lightly by bis side, an EXPIRE
sion Of fatherly tenderness eaneoye his eounteana
that spoke emphaticaly Of the amiablity Of bis da
position.
Diyerging from the main street, the two t1rpeF
down dark and narrow lane that was less otstpue6a
with traffic, and entered close, dingy Office, iEs
and out Of which people with anxious and excited
faces passed rapidly.
strange business, as it seemed to The chid's o.
servant mind, was carried on there. It was pbaos
for the buying and selling Of little bits Of cardpageT
with numbers stamped on them. In short, it was a.
fotteryticket Office. We have grown moral peop8e
since then, and speak Of such things as we walk Gg
Pal mall without bluahing.
MARY" said the father TO his tiny c9mpauzaZ,
"ysu are ten years old to-day, and am going TO S5
you birthday present"
The child's face frightened up.
81 will give you one Of these tickets, /" continued
the father, with the wary eagerness Of an inEete@
gambler fitting over his cGuntenance, and making B
lips witch. You may choose which you like; and
quite rich lady,
Promptly the child put forth her hand and toUcbss
certain one out Of litter Of tickets.
/ Ah," said the father, examining it, z yoa HEaEE
choose again want to buy whole ticket, and GkMs
| is only quarter. Choose again, my pet
g No, papa-I ike this one best, replied Nary,
firmly.
= Here is the next number, 222s + said the keeH
t of the lottery Office.
Ay," said papa, /" that viii do just as we'll wa
| it not Mary?& Wen take that
No. was the obstinate answer, {" that won't ia.
This is my birth day, you know, papa, and I am
ten years old. Cast up my nunber-No. 22zA-
and you'll find that makes ten No. 1928 o1lF
nine.'
It now appeared that the other shares Of tn
ticket we're in the Office, so the omen aceepsf
and the child's whim humored No. 222t was b0agiE
and the purchasers Of that dubious property left TIKI
shop.
The gentleman was DR.. Milford, man whoz
every one liked, and was ready to lend money elv
even without chance Of being repaid. he was df t
ancient Northumberland family, which q popular
rhyme speaks of with eulogy:
Milford Milford when Morpeth name;
Milford shall be Milford when Mnrpeth is gauei
So long az the sun sets or the moon runs round,
A Milford in Milford shsll always be found
strange to say, No. 1924 won 100000. Bat Of fsR
end of twenty years nothing was left Of the birth
present which papa kindly helped little Nary tg
spend, except WedgeWood dinner service with tzs
Milford crest on it. The result Of this foolish
| travagance and improvidence was, that when Mary
| became woman she had TO support herself and her
4 parents by her pen.