Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1860-06-23

hundred year, and were prcttily furnish
cd. Lizzie preferred to do her own work
washing and all, and being expert with
her needle, now and then found time to
make dollar extra. Then, as it was Il
little lonesome for Frank, he brought home
several clerks, as day borders, at four dol
lars a week Still, with all this, he could
tell his acquaintances how much less it cost
, him to live. Now he supported a wife, he
never seemed, for moment, to realize
that she it was who saving all these expen>
ses, and that, if he had not earned dol
lar, her busy hands would have paid the
rent, and kept him from starving.
SO the matter stood, when he asked her
to mend his coat Lizzie drew deep sigh
after he was gone, and hurried her dishes
away as fast as possible.
The coat was of broadcloth, and was
his wedding garment; but it was well
! nigh wearing out, broken under the arms,
the cord and lining in rags, and sleeve
Innings broke loose, buttons worn off; in
fine, there was nearly, ifnot quito steady
days work. She sat down to the coat
with hearty good will, determined to do
her best. Her needle flew, but every mo-
mcnt it had to be lain down, to see to din.
ner, Or hush the baby. The hours wore
away, and though she did all she could,
the job wa. quite unfinished at sundown
Walter cried irccssantly. He looked
pale and lii eyes were dim. She rcmem-
bred Franks words, "lct him squall,' and
did let him cry half an hour or more. o,
how it wcaried her to hear her darling
cry for its mother The tears swan in
bcr eyes, as she thought of her hard days
work, and of the want of appreciation of
her labors. She knew She was making
the old coat look almost as well as new
But he would never think of the toll she
put upon it. ".And what if he don IT, she
mentally calculated; ; " | .hall in my own
spirit know all have done, and that is
enough" Still she was longing with sick
rning heart, to hear him now and then
speak as If her work was of some avail
"Therc Is not more than five minutes
work, and the tailor would charge nc a
dollar" kept ringing in her cars.
But Lizzie was strong hearted, as well as
loving and dutiful. So she shook off her
discomfort, put Oh smiling face, took up
the baby, and sung her prcttiest lullaby,
carried him round, with hi, little head on
her shoulder, while she filled the kettle,
and set the table, now and then setting
him in his cradle, and chirping to him, as
She did those things that required both Of
her hands, Thus she worried through the
supprr-gctting, and with much managing
had all things ready by the time Frank
came in with his companions.
My coat done, Lizzic:.'
No, not quite
That's woman for ye, boys. One
half Of them would let husband 90 out at
the elbows week, before they would turn
aside from any plan of theirs. All the
ironing is completed, III be bound. Amt
it so, Lizzie
Lizzie was taking her biscuit out of the
oven, and The men did not see the deep
flush OF pain that passed over her weary
features.
Will you bring me a pitcher of water,
please! p she said, pleasantly, not seeming
to have heard the question.
There it is again; when was bach,
| had nothing to do but hand my coat over
to Il tailor, pay him a dollar and it was
done in a jify, and no grumblng. No
water to fetch when a fellows tired, cith-
cr."
Lizzie was tired, sad and nervous want
of sleep, and the exhaustion incident to
nursing her beautiful boy, now so near
sick the hurrying to get time for the men
ding, not to speak Of the disappointment
in putting aside her own plans, thus throw,
ing her baking and ironing into one day,
for both must be done on the morrow, or
the clothes would mildcw, and, the board-
ers do without brcad-all this was too
much. Lizzie could not endure his bad
image, though half playful, for she knew,
and knew well, that if some such thoughts
were not IN his mind, they would not have
found their way to his lips.
Sire hastily set the biscuit upon the ta-
Bile, aud saying, simply, "Supper Is ready
, stepped into the bedroom, and burst into
tears. You may call her Il fool, if you
will I donot. You might as well ask
the withered leaves not to fall, when the
autumn winds sweeps through them as
we'll ask the flowers not to suffer the morn