The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1860-1863, 1861-05-16

= om iopo w HcT tnhu lu6 uubL 'DeDeuln her
beautiful feet. Heaven be the Judge be.
tween me and thee proud woman!"
The next moment he turned calmly to
Mr.. Ashby, who came 10 apologize that
his cousin was too much engaged to ad-
NIT Of an introduction at present.
"Hever mind, Ashby. he said quietly,
81 appreciate your good will as much as
it it had produced the desired effect. And
now will you walk part Of the way home? ?
II is a lovely night?"
Ten years what marvellous alchemist it
lis! Sunshine on the pearl white down of
newly married starlight on fresh
ly.heaped graves--joy and grief succeed.
ing one another as the changing colors in
a kaleidoscope-and all within the COM
pass Of ten short years.
Oh, how pittilessly the wind howled on
that bitter March night--how keenly the
cold found its way into the miriad crevices
Of worm eaten doors and rstlling case
meDts in that dreary tenement house, hag-
gard. wild-eyed woman sat over the smoul.
dering remains oil what once bad been a
FIRE, and straining her vision over piece
of fine needlework by the light of one dim
candle. ..........
Mamma" lisped little girl of seven
years, who had been rubbing Ler small
blue hands together to warm them --alas! |!
with no very satisfactory efftst--"wbere
did you learn TO work 80 fast?"
II learned long ago. DEAR" said the
mother--"when I was gay girl--before
sorrow and want came to break me down.
She sighed heavily--it was almost sob
las she spoke.
Mamma" pursued the child, "did you
think then that you would ever have to
work for a living?"
Julia De Tore started as if an adder
had stung her, and shrank instinctiveiy
from the prematurely old gaze of her pale
child.
Don't ask such foolish questions, Ma.
ry,' she said. almost sharply. "Who is
that at the door," ......
The little girl rose to open the door.
and the agent, whose business it was to
collect the rents of the tenement house,
stepped in, shakinga shower OF SNOW from
his broad shoulders. ...
"Well. how is it atout the money to.
night, Mrs. Whal's.youl name?" said be,
10 rough, though not unkind tone.
IL have not been able tc get it yet"
she faltered. ......
"Well, look here, this 'ere's hard
case" said the man. ITO be sure, it
amt my business to be lettin' off my en-.
ployer's tenants, but then you haze had a
plaguey hard row to hoe, l do allow
Tain't your fault that that whiskered bus-
band Of yours run off with another wo.
man--'taiu't your fault that you wasn't
born TO scratch for livin' like them
tough old Irisbwomen down stairs. Now
you see here---l'll 60 and report your case
at headquarters, and l kind guess you'll
be let of easy. Him that owns these
houses is dreadful good hearledp
And shaking himself once more, like
. huge Newfoundland dog, the rough dia.
mond started forth into the driving TEN
pest. ..''f ...
Heaven bless him. murmured Julia,
through her tears. "..'.-
In the cherry glow Of fire ligh. and
chandelier. sa. Stanwood Harley, surroun.
ded by luxury and splcndor. Wealth
flowed, Poactoluslike through home, a
second Midas, whatever he touched seem.
ed to turn to gold. and the Jewels his fair
wife wore, were small fortune in them
selves, as she stood beside him thai even-
ing, at the moment when the agent was
introduced. 'H
"Well, Macpherson, what is it ?" ask.
ed Harley, who, in the multiplicity of
his business cares, had almost forgotten
the block buildings in --- street.
The brief recital was soon made.
"What is the woman's name ?" asked
Harley, r.. r. 2. .." ....
"Well. its kind o queer name-Ju.
LA de Tore. - g.. ..'#
Harley was silent for moment then
he spoke In an altered, yet strangely gen.
tie voice. b..
Let her have the rooms rent free,
EencefortE. And, Macpherson, here is a
check for what mouey She may need at
present. i am only Gods almoncr for
the wealth be has given me.'
The agent bowed silently, end with
Drew 1t was joyful heart he carried to
the dreary home in the, narrow court.
} g Am | dIsanfpg :" said Julia de
Tore, pressing her wasted hand to her.
"Who is there that would be thus kind
to msf' 81.
Mamma, you have dropped this bitlof
paper" said little mary. who had just re-
turned from seeing the agent depart.
!. Julia took the narrow slip Of paper
from her daughters hand, aud read the
signature appended 10 the check with an
: Undesirable thrill.
"Sanwood Harley"
Truly, he was avenged
.-.... From the Cincinnati Gazette.
A Precipitating Avalanche.
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