Dakota City herald. [volume] (Dakota City, Neb.) 1857-1860, 1859-09-17
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;. N. lady's palm half dozen gold pieces
oyss YOU are, Edward, the very best hus
md in the world" and she lifted up her
s,ycet face, beaming with smiles, as June
.5sv with sunshine
Thank yon thank you for the very hatter-
IN, words And now dear, want you to have
,ho cloak by next Christmas. I'm anxious
% see how you look in It,
nBut Edward, gazing seriously at the
shining pieces in her rosy palm, you know
we are not rich people, and it really seems a
niece of ex.rayagance for me to give thirty
dollars for a velvet cloak
oNo. It is not, either You deserve the
cloak Mary, and I've set my mind upon your
having it Theu, lllast you so many years
that it will be more economical IN the end
than n less expensive article"
I, was evident the lady was predisposed to
conviction. She made no further attempt to
refuse her husbands arguments, aud her
small fingers closed over the gold pieces, as
she rose by saying well dear, the supper
has been waiting half an hour, and know
YOU must be hungry.
Edward and Mary Clark we're the husband
aud wife of year He was book keeper
in a large establishment, with salary Of if-
Teen hundred dollars. His fair young wife
made little earthly paradise of his cottage
nome in the suburbs of the city, for within
lis walls dwelt two lives that were set like
music to poetry, keeping time to each other.
And here dwelt, also, that peace which God
'riyeth to those who love film.
Mrs Clark came into the sittingroom sud
denly and the girl lifted her head, and then
turned II away quickly, but rot until the ETst
glance told the lady that the fair rose was
swollen and stained with tears.
Janet Hill was young seamstrcss whom
Mr. Clark had occasionally employed for the
last six months She was always attracted by
her young bright face, her modest, yet digni-
fed manner. and now the lady saw at once
that sone great sorrow had smitten the girl
O6oying the prompting Of a warm impui-
sive heart, she went to her aud laid her hand
on her arm, saying softly won't you tell
me what is troubling you Janet?
Nothing that anybody can help answered
the girl, trying still to avert her face, while
the tears swclled in her eyes from the effort
she made to speak,
"But perhaps can Al any rate you
know it does good sometimes to con6de our
sorrows to a friend, aud need not assureyou
that l sincerely gricye because Of your dis
trcss"
And so with kind words and Embarrassing
movements Of the little hanG, laid on the
scamstress arm, Mrs, C. drew from her lips
her sad story
She was an orphan, supporting herself by
her daily labors, and she had one brother,
just sixteen, three years her junbr lie bad
been for some time kind Of an under clerk,
,u ii large wholesale establishment where
there was every prospect OF his promotion;
but he had seriously injured himself in the
summer by Gfting some heavy baies of goods,
and at last n dangerous fever set in, which
hal finally Ieft him in so exhausted a state
that the Doctor despaircd Of his recovery.
And to think shall never see him more
Mrs. Clark cried the poor girl with fresh
burst of tears "To think he must die away
there, among strangers, in the hospital with
no loving face to bend over hlm in his last
hours, or brush away the damp curls from
the forehead which mama used to he SO proud
Of -George-my darling bright faced
little brother George and here the poor girl
broke dov,n in a storm Of tears.
poor thitd, poor child" murmure3 Mrs.
Clark, her sweet ewes swimming with tears.
"lIow much would It cost for Won to 90 to
your brother and return ?" she asked at last
About thir*y dollars ha7'ns so much
money in The world Yea see i.s nearly four
hundred miles Off; but I could manage to
rapport myself after got there.
A thought passed quickly through Mrs
Clark's mind. She stood st!i few moments,
her blue eye fixed in deep meditation. At
last she said kindly "Well, my child, try and
bear up bravely, and we will see What can be
done for you, and the warm cheerful tones
eomiorted the sad heart Of the seamstress.
The lady wentup stairs and took the pieces
out Of her ivory portmonnaie There was
brief, sharp struggle in her mind, Somehow
I've set my heart on this velvet cloak, she
thought, "and Edward will be disappointed
was going to select the velvet this very af
teruoon But then, there's that dying BOY
lying there with strange faces all about him.
and longing, as the slow hours go by, for
sight of his sister that loves him, and would
not the thought haunt me every time I put
- 80 ,.,. ,1,sk0 After eII r,r oId brooI