Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-03-16

TWO Gays ago, DuJ MY iIdppanu - very
sick. and I've had to be ilp with him all
night for three nights
The shoemaker did notsee the quality
of the work, as he took 30 suppers' from
the woman's basket apd made show of
examining them. He wfe only thinking
of the woman's need and her expectations.
She had performed her pslt, but not a sin
gle dollar had he in tire house, and how
was he TO perform his pafl
sIIow;. as your " to-day?' he
lasked kipdl ahoE ) fbAn usual
Interest. for no felt thatile he'd little more
then Eympsthyfo 20 give.
Not so WE'LL replied the woman; I've
run down for few minutes. and left him
alone quite as much to get the money for
the work as to bring it home. The doctor
has ordered a little wine, and l must get
it for him, if IL takes all have earned this
week.
How much does your work come to?'
Two dollars answered the woman.
The shopkeeper went to his desk, and
opening it, took out his little cash box, and
made pretence of disappointment as he
turned it toward the woman. 1t did not
contain single copper. Then he drew
forth an old pocket book, and examined
every compartment, but with no better
success.
You are little too early, Mrs. Blythe
said he, smiling, yet gracefully; "a little
too early. / haven't received my collec-
tions for the day. Shall send you up the
money?
The woman sighed, and looked very
much disappointed.
Il am very sorry, Mrs. Blythe'-the
shoemaker did not manifest the slightest
impatience, for he understood the case
perfectly-'but we find it very hard some
times, to get in our bills. I've had An
drew running round all the morning, and
he hasn't collecte single dollar so far
1t is strange how little rich men think of
their Obligations to us poor mechanics, who
live nearly all the while from hand to
mouth II / cbuld always get in my bills,
/ would be very comfortable AS it is,
am always in Trouble about money
Mrs. Blythe stood very still, and an
swered not word. 1t was hardly posi-
BILE for her to leave her husband again,
without the wine that was 10 send through
all the courses of his blood quickening
spirit. She felt as if this wine was to be
10 him the very elixer of life; and since it
had been mentioned by the doctor, she
had seen that her husband 3 thought was
resting upon it, and to go home without
it, therefore, was a serious thing, for his
condition was one of extreme prostration
and the lightest cause might destroy the
even balance of life Just attained, and
throw a preponderance upon the wrong
side.
Slowly, at length she moved toward the
door.
You will serd up the money, Mr.. Bar-
ker, right soon,' she said, turning partly
around, and looking back at the troubled
shoemaker.
THE moment receive it. Andrew is
going out with some bills immediately
The door opened noiselessly; with
noiseless steps dropping figure went out,
and noiselessly the door shut again. The
only sense that took record of these cir
cumstances was that of sight.
Mr.. Redwood, the merchant, who
thought his shoemaker's bill of so little
consequence that he would not take the
trouble to write a check in order to cancel
it, left his store some two hours after the
visit of Andrew, and started home to his
late dinner. On his way he passed wine
store, and dropped in to order case of
choice Amontillado, the flavor of which
he had tried and approved.
Send it home within an hour. l wish
bottle for my dinner said Mr.. r., as he
took out his pocket book to pay for the
wine.
1T shall be done,' was the ready an
Swer.
AS the merchant replaced his pocket
book, and was buttoning his coat over his
breast, poorly dressed, worn and feeble
looking woman came into the store, and
walked back, with an air of timid irreso
luton, to where the two men--the WINE
dealer and the customer--were standing
| We'll, what's wanted?' said the wine
dealer, in short imperative voice.
my husband is very low, and the doc
tor has ordered him some wine.' The wo-
man S sad, pleading tone, made it very ap-
parent to the dealer that she came to beg,
and not to buy.
Has he, indeedP The voice of the
wine dealer was half insulting.
Il failed to get money for my work, and
l cannot go home without the wine. Oh!
sir, if you will trust me for a bottle, l
will certainly pay you. The money is
earned, and 1t is promised this afternoon
The wine merchant laughed sneeringly,
as he made answer:
1T won't do my good woman! The
trick is too stale
But, sir
The urgency of the case made Mrs.
| Blythe importunate.
'There-there That will do! Go
now!'-and the wine merchant waved his
hand toward the door impatiently. Mrs.
Blythe turned and went away, not speak
ing another word The eyes of Mr.. Red
wood were on her thin pale face, and he
saw there an expression that haunted him,
as we are sometimes haunted by a picture
for many days afterward.
"A common dodgep said the wine mer-