The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1858-02-17


" consult the locking glass upon Ibis
occasion, and consequently her eye. De-
esme something like the Red Sea. Tho
poor little body proceeded a. e1sedi.
Hsusly as nigh. be to lay her scasty
wardrobe n straight I" possisl. in a
wooden box, which was beth small
enough and large enough to collect
needles and knitting few letters
carefully tied up with a piece Of fade 4
red ribbon, the dates Of which proved
eironologically that the paper had been
made fully twenty year, ago, all of th.m
srt.eu ia 4 neat nascaline haad, like
that OF . school ushor, aad dated a.
many years back +; too lock very par
usularly at and sigh over little norssl
Of sandy hair, to stroke her favorite
Puny for tse last time, and then to take
her clog, her rctculc aud her um mbrella;
10 look 81 al old sumncr house; to gath
er tive or three leaves from an old tree !;
and then 10 pass through these inhospit-
able doors into the wios, bleak and cold
world, alons-alsne.
There are some heart. ike soma veg.
s!ablss, they take root any where, DO
matter bow uafsvsrable tho soil, or how
lighted the stmospbers. Thus it was
sish the little old maid In spite Of de-
,isisn, and scorn, aud bufeting, hag
feelings had grown to the inaninate stone
walls that surrounded her, because they
had nothing else to cling to ; and if the
mere impulse OF a lovin. nature could
thus attach her to rspslling rspulsivc
objects, how tendcrly might shs lave
loved what was really lOvsabls
Poor Fanny Carr, with the liberal,
large and insIhaustisle sum Of ssme.
who're abou. Eve shillnys in her pocket,
looked mentally round for shelter for
her head, and having bethought herself
Of ono Of Mrs. Pokcsham's discarded
servants, who married and settled, she
determined upon seeking shelter with
her.
In = little sotta:, by the roadside, a.
clean a, those dear cottage, ef England
always are, with a usatIy trimmed gar
den without, iuxUrisut in summer BIOS
ssmings, and with tbc vutest Of whit.
custain. within, and the rcddsst of red
doors, and the brightest Of rosnd tables,
and tho rssplendsut fire places, sat the
little old maid dressed az neatly as if
fairy hands had beon her tirewoman, and
working at needle as blithely as birds
perform their daily tack Of s;ngins, what
though ber five .ailliugs was very near
~ exhausted, she could earn almost six
pence day, and that was Independence,
and independence was happiness.
There came great dust whilst the
little cid maid was thus dclviu. for hap
pi.ess and sixpenca day, aua q noise
of carriage wheels and looking up to
see what might be coming, sho saw a
plain respectable, grave, steady, brown
visage carriage and pair, with coach
man 10 brown livery, seated in tho box
behind, asd 10 and bshold, it stopped
at the cottage door where she was work.
ing and 40 tho little old maid jumped up
and threw down her cotton and her sois-
sors, and FASTENED to tell them it was all |
. mistake, when to her particular aston
ishment, she saw deaf uncle Jsffery get
ting down the steps, and walking across
,he cottage garden, and coming in at
the door. And having goao thus far,
.bs deaf old gentleman took hold of bsr
dininutivs hand in his gigantic paw,
and gave it squeeze whios almost made
tho little old maid cry out, which, how
ever, abe did net do, for ladies Of all
sizes seldom cry out at squeeze Of the
hand, generally bearing that sort of pain
very philosophically and then uncle
Js6sry preceded to Graw enc of the
brightly rubsd wooden bottomed chairs
TO hinselffor bis own particular use. and
10 cit it down upon it closa 10 the little
Sld maid.
Hope you are well, uncle Jetfery,'
shouted the little old maid sit 10 very
kind Of you to osme and sac me. hope
you are WE'LL
Quite well, thank you,' replied uu-.
els Jeff-ry, and now tell me what do
you think has brought me here to see
youi'
Perhaps, said the littlo old maid,
coloring with vsll-nhipped, vern down
we'll eub !usd pride, perhaps you wan
ted me TO do some plain work for Mr..
j sffery. j am taking in plain work.
You need not speak SO loud my
dear,' said deaf uncle JEFF; you know
you will tire yourself you will exhaust
yourself
'Ob, Mr.. Jsaory, said tho little old
maid, the tears rushisg into her eyes
Oh, hr. Jeff.ry, pray believe that
never complained, nor over even felt il
trouble to talk to you. Indeed, did