The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1859-04-26
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.-,.sss>r s.,d 40 he sermon, - whole.
- ssrs bach, the wife Of psosp ssreet, - she
sale dry goods merchant o. aad marble, on
Jessea 49, ~ who wanted 20 90 49, 49,. sess
49, ss,stsnt Hook -oat for pssrs !. resdy n.
ODD dsss DOT aa cur vs., rs'h hand; bas spre.ds the
ted acd preps ~ and We are to waik through y -
weird ceUi "a sncettes did, with eyes open, ieos.
Cnf y. 1 me scs sud the saferins the p00s sao
opprssssa :. eert.,n,a continued tho lady, - she
49, marble Diana In tho centre Of the nAn.
ssgp-T shcuId like to do como good every oays one
feels 20 much better when they g % 's.s ~
come arose any opportunities thss under ofa'os'y
e,rcunstaacss should let slip.
Half An hoar later Mr.. Beach was in the nursery,
With the washsrwcman Who had come '0' '"s
al wi,h. Mrs. Slmms,. said she, as she heaped
the soi;ed linen In tho basket, shat you 1oa.u
get Tommy aprons ready tor me by Wecaesssy ~
Are eoiux out Of town, to remain untii SATURDAY
and shsll want good supply on hand for such
careless little scamp az be Is .
3 .Wetl, Ipi try, ma am" said the wasnerwoman:
arve rot behind hand good deal since sammy had
che xnoOpins cough; a.. e1 ,, nov hes 0s''s mus
aHas he had the whoopiag coughi Poor little
se,,oal How old 10 hes" questioned the lady.
sHe was three last Aprit. m8am.
sAnd Tom 10 four," unused the lady. "Look here
Mrs. eimms won't yea just open the lower draw,
Of that bureau, and take out those Tour green
worsted dresses 10 the cornesi Tome outgrown
them yoa see, since last winter, bat they are oil.
most - good ~ new. NOV, u you want tnem Iof
listis sammy, they'll do nicely, without altering,
aWsut them, Mrs. Beach," answered the washer.
woman, with tears starting To- her dim eyes-"i
haven. any verde 70 thank yoS, Or tell =, sn;s
fellow as warm - toast al winter"
swell, I'll place them on the top Of the clothes, .
said the lady, smiling to herself a. she thought,
my eyes have been open ones to-day"
Not long afterwards Mrs Beach was on her way
, to market-for she was q notable housekeeper-
when she met . boy Who had lived asnort time in
her family the year before, to do errands, wait on
tho door, &c. He was bright, good hearted boy
aud had been great favorito with the family, and
Mrs. Beach had always fsit interested 10 him: but
THE morning she was In quite hurry, aud would
hare passed MIN with cordial but hasty, How
i are you, Joseph, my boy? Do come and see US, y
haa is not struck her that Joseph's face did not
wear its usual happy expression. She paused, as
tho memory Of last nights sermon flashed through
her mind, aud asked: rs there anything the
matter with You, Josephf You do not LOOK as hap.
py % you used to-"
The boy looked up moment, with half douof-
ing, haifcopidinE expression, into the lsdys face,
= the latter triumphed. "Mr. Andersou's moved out
neatly brushed cap from bis hair $50 I've lost my
place. then little Mary's sick, and that makes il
Very bad just now"
$50 il does" answered Mrs. Beach, her sympa-
e thiss warmly enlisted. "But never mind, Joseph
remember. only night before last, my brother
said he would want new errand boy in Q few
days, for his store, and he'd give good one two
dollars week. Now, I'll see him to day, and get
the situation for you, if you like"
The boys whole face frightened mp. "Oh!
shall be 90 glad of 1t, Mrs. Beach,"
"Aud see mere, Joseph; Pm going to market, and
psrnsps We Can nna something 1s nice TOR little
er, though poor seamstress, was proud woman,
aud felt this would bs delicate way representing
ger gift.
50 she found some delicious pears and grapes and
2 . nice chicken to make some broth fur Mary, who
ghe1earned wasll with fever, before she proceeded
to do her own marketing. But it was . pity that
the lady did notsee Joseph as no sprang into the
chamber where little Mary lay moaning YEARLY
on hsr bed, while her mother sat stitching busy
IN one corner, and held up the chicken and the
fruit, crying. sGood news! Good news. Pve got
ali these nice things for Mary and place at two
oil how little Mary's bot fagers closed over the
punches Of white grapes, while the sewing dropped
from her mothers fugers, as the tears ran down
her cheeks.
It WAS evening, and Mrs Beach sat in the library
absorbed IN some new book, when she heard her
hrsbsuds step in the hall. Though the morning
had been pleasant, the afternoon was cloudy, and
the day had gone down 10 low, suilen, penetras-
log ram.
sg Nov, Mrs Beach loved her husband with the
love of true wife, but he was not demonstra-
tive man aud the first beauty and poetry OF their
married life had settled down into q Somewhat
! bare, every day, matter-of.iact existence. But
her heart was warm to-night-warD with the good
deeds of the day, and remembering the resolution
of the morning, she threw down her book and ran
down stairs.
sHenry, DEAF" said the soft voice of the wife,
"has the rain wet you at all! Let me take of your
coal for you"
.Thank you, Mary; don't think I'm any wiss
injured, but you may help me, just for the plea
sure of it, aud he stood still while she removed
the heavy coat, with all that sotness Of touch and
movement which belongs to a woman. She hung
il up and then her husband drew her to his heart
y with all the old loves tenderness.
And there was music in Hrs. Beach's heart a.
she went mp stairs-music to the words, "Eyes
open eyes opeL!"