Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1861-06-13

'ciiiDiy eH uiIdsSeu, lOi his' oia'O'
was socially as well as in ellectually hel
superior.
Let me send you some jelles for youl
!scl, boy won't you J? continued the doc.
tors wife, preparing to go. I'll call a,
gain on Monday, said she, and slipping
dollar into the hand of Mrs. Hall as
she turned to go.
Here's more than my pay Mrs. Graves.
No matter--I will have plenty fol
yon to do: don't stop to give ME change
Good night y
Mrs. May sat silent and uneasily while
the stitching went on.
Why did you not tell me that some.
body was here 2 she asked almost GROSSLY
Why should p asked Mrs Hall,
gently. Ladies are here quite often,
you know and Mrs. Graves is u trre lady.
The cheek of Mrs. May flushed.
Your dress is finished, said the seam.
Stress folding it up.
4 really did not intend to pay you to.
night said Mrs May, half angrily. 4
am very punctual myself, and it annoys
me when others are not. What is the
bill %
1T is two dollars and fifty cents re-
piled Mrs Hall.
'ExtravaganL prices, exclaimed Mrs.
May. You did not charge Mrs. Graves
half that.
Hers was child's Dress she re-
piled.
oh. there is always a fayoritism,' re-
sponded Mrs. May Here shall have
to owe you dollar now; you can send
for it in week
She too was gone and the weary wo-
man bowed her head upon her clasped
hands, and wept bitterly. a soft voice
like rich flute note came from the bed
Don t cry mother.
Why, Jimmy are you awake ? asked
the mother.
Yes, heard that kind woman and
the ugly woman too. Don cry mother;
come here and | will kiss you. | love
you mother.
God bless you, sobbed the weary one
as she touched the white forehead of the
sick child with her burning lips.
Who did you say it was for asked
the fashionable Mrs. Mcrrivale.
Mrs. Hall the drcssmaker She is
just up from a severe fever, and not one
to help her and her four children. /
have already collected over forty dollars.
Is she member of our church que
ried the speaker, lounging gracefully.
Pm sure don't know whether she is
a church member at all, replied Jfrs
Graves, aud her voice trembled as she
spoke. / never asked her, for / seemed
to feel that she was one of the Lord $
poor. At any rate if she is not a chris
tiau, We will show ner what Christians
can do.
We have so much to do for our own
church poor ? said the lady in a little
querulous voice.
l must have free offering, said Mrs
Graves rising.
'Oh, well, / will see-don go; yes,
here is fve-dollar gold piece in my
port-monnaie. OF course have your
word for it that she is decent and good
woman.
II she were better off she would be
called very refined, lady like woman,
said lIrs. Graves Significantly.
y faint color came to the checks of
her friend-adieu5 were exchanged, and
the ladies departed.
Meantime, in the home of the dress
maker, the widow and mother sat dis
and with a sinking heart
How languid she was ! The little girls
lad been busIly at work since the NOR
ming. They would not let her stir, as
she sat so listless, wishing she were
Iuite well. One had swept the floor, a
mother had made the bed more comforta-
Ole for the little invalid boy every mo-
nent their little feet, hands and tongues
we're going. The boy was busy with
slate and pencil trying, he said to make
The face of dear DR.. Graves, who had
made his poor mother almost well a
gain.
Mrs. Hall sat by the scant fire thinking -
True, she was getting better, but the cold
winter was coming and she feared it would
be many months before she was quite strong.
Suddenly little Susy cried out oh, mother!
they are bringing something here Pres
emily gentleman entered and asked if Mrs
4. ,l.
she did. Then here is sewing machine for
you which was requested to leave here
1t must he another Mrs. Hall, sir for, |
nave not ordered anything of the kind
This is where the ladies sent me, madam.
Mrs. DR.. Graves is one of them. They said
No. so. Pine street; am sure it is for you.
For met cried the widow, clasping her
hands, while "A rose color flushed either cheek
"a sewing machine for me-
'Oh. mother, isu't il beautiful q cried lit
lie Susy.
why, mother, what are you crying for :?
inquired little Anna. the eldest, i should
think you would be perfectly happy
'God knows how Happy am :. murmured
the widow through her tears. oh, my God,
visit with Thy choicest blessings the dear
Christian hearts who have done this good
deed. Bless them for their visit to the wi
dow and the fatherless in the time Of their
hfflicton. Oh, my God bless them here
and hereafter'
None can tell, save those who have unex-
pectedly received some great boon in time of
great depression, how the poor willow felt
L seemed that health came to her wasted
frame almost miraculously. The kind gn-
rious hearted doctors wife came iu on the
same day, not to receive thanks, but to be
made happy by the sight of genuine joy,