Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1861-04-05

. sloou iinuoVaDiy III tne ceuVer ol the
sidewalk. The great lady put up the
windows to shield herself from my imper-
tinent gaze, and was driven away. I
looked after her as she went. Now l could
call after them-now the chance was al
most over--now it was gone. 1 looked
around; no one was observing me. 1felt
the pocket book in my hand, thrust it into
my breast and skunk away like a pick
pocket. Every eye seemed to glance at
me with scorn, every policeman seemed to
eye me suspiciously, and right glad was l
when my humble roof once more covered
my shame stricken head. When left
my Lucy's room the table was bare and
the CRATE empty, and when entered an
exclamation of surprise, for the board was
covered with delicate luxuries, and a fire
burned brightly between the rusty bars.
| looked at my wife for an explanation,
and she answered smiling through her
tears My father has been here, Claude.
He has forgiven us, and told me to say to
you that your old place, or better one
awaited you, if you would return to Eng
land with him. See, here is what he has
written to you.'' She held paper to-
, ward me. but instead of taking it.
elapsed her to my heart .trs
The first flush of gratitude over, my
heart sunk again like lead. | stole from
Lucy room and walked about in an empty
passage adjoining it; that pocket book
seemed burning me. | writhed with shame
: and sorrow. Oh why had / done this
thing? Why blighted all my happiness
Just when it was near at hand ? The hor-
ror of that hour is beyond description ;
degradation is worse than death. At last
9 bright thought struck ME perhaps some
clew to its owner, something which would
assist to restore it. With loathing fin
r gers | drew it from my bosom and held it
+, at arms length | shuddered from the
. crown of my head to the sole of my foot
could not bring my eyes to rest upon it.
What had | taken? for how much had |
! sold my honor? for what price pawned
my integrity? | cast my eyedownward
S the thing l held swan before me for a mo.
d ment, but steadied my nerves by great
effort, and beheld my oscn little black pock
n ct book! Yes, my own, with the grocer's
I bill and suspender button within it,
: leaves. / had drawn it forth with my
: handkerchief without observing it. hat
S suffered all this agony causelessly, ant
" then and there fell down on my knees
/, and from the bottom of my heart thanked
II God. . 81 ur .n' FL
# Ihave been prosperous since. Well
6 but | have never forgotten that day, ant
It never can, for it taught me what tempta
If tion may be to the poor, and how nearly
lie we are alike, despite the mighty differ
n ence we see in each other, and there is NJ
d part of the Lords Prayer which we neet
y SO much as the words, "Deliver us iron
n temptation" "a'i t|'.. ''' ''"@'''.
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b Our BREEcHEs.-Mr Spillman had jus
!. married a second wife. One day after tn
! wedding Mr.. S. remarked:
:. Il intend, Mrs. Spillman, to enlarge m,
!, , dairy .l.,
!. You mean our dairy, my DEAR replied
: Mrs s. TIL.
:. No. quoth Mr.. S., i intend to enlarg
j. my dairy l., .....s
/. Say our dairy Mr.. Spillman.' g..
= No, my dairy
= a Say our dairy, say our screame
- she seizing the poker.
81 My dairy, my dairy = yelled the hu'
! band.
o. m Our dairy, our dairy 7 re-echoed th
u u wife emphasizing each word with bio
:, on the back of her cringing spouse,
:. Mr.. S. retrcated under the bed. lnpas
=. I, ing under the bed clothes his hat was brusl
]. =, ed off. He remained under cover sewers
- minutes, waiting for a lull in the storr
At length his wife saw him thrusting b
No head out at the foot Of the bed, much lii
=. turtle from its shell.
~ What are you looking for?' exclaim'
~ the lady. n r,,Y qpr
y !, i am looking for our breeches, my dea
saws he.