Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1862-08-08

dooF, NC. lie was bright, gO0d hearted
merry faced boy, and had been great "a
voritc with the family, and Mrs. Beach
had been interested in him; but this
morning she was in quite y hurry, aud
would have passed the child with cordial
but hasty, " How are you Joseph, my
boy? Do come and see u.s." had it not
struck her that Joseph's face did not bear
its usual happy expression. She paused
as the memory of last nights sermon
flashed through aud she asked, q Is any
thing the matter with you, Joseph ? fou
do not look as happy as you used to-
The boy looked up moment, with 4
half doibting, hall-conIiding expression
into the lady's face; the latter triumphed.
=" Mr. Andcrson's moved out Of town. he
said, pushing back his Worn, but neatly
brushed cap, from his hair F.; $50 I've lost
my place, and little Mary's sick, anl
makes it very bad just now.
SO it does answered Mrs. Beach,
her sympathics warmly enlisted. " But
never mind, Joseph, [ remember only
night before last, my brother said he
would want new crrand boy in few
days. for his store, and he'd give a z ool
one two dollars week. Now, I'll sec
him to-day, and get the situation for you,
if you like"
The boys white face Frightened 90!
| should be SO glad Of it, Mrs. Beaca.s
=. And see here, Joseph, I'm going to
market and perhaps can find something
nice for little Mary" The lady rcmcm-
befQd that Joscph's mother, though poor
scamstress, was 4 very proud woman, and
felt that this would be delicate way Of
presenting her gift.
So she found some delicious pears and
grapes, and nice chicken to make some
broth for Mary, who she learned was i'll
with fever, before she proceeded to do her
own marketing. Eut it was a pity that
the lady did not see Joseph, as he sprung
into the chamber, where little Mary lay
YEARLY moaning OH her bel, while her
mother sat busily stitching in one corner,
and held up the chicken and the fruit,
crying, " Good news good news! I've
got all these nice thing, for Mary, aud 4
place at two dollars week !"
y how little Nary's hot tineers
closed over the lunches Of white grapes,
while the sewing dropped from her moth
ey's fingers, as the tears ran down her
ehsea=.
Il was evening, aul Mrs. Beach sat in
the library, absorbed in some new book,
WiIea she heard hcr husbands step in the
hall. THoueh the morning had 6eea 50
pleasant, the afternoon was cloudy, anl
the aay had gone down III 4 loa, salIen,
reuetratiu. rain.
NoW Mfs. Beach loved her husband
with the love Of 4 true wife, but he WIS
not 5lleHoustf4tiye man, anl the first
bs4aiy aa4 poetry Of their marricl l!ie
had ettiel down into Il sJmlwhat bare,
gyefy-.lay, matt1r-o;-tact existence. Bat
h.r heart was warm to-nigat-warm with
.5=,#! ,!esls= Of til. day, and raneni-
harius her resolution Of the morning, She
threw down her book, and ran down
stairs.
Henry, tlrar, sail the soft voice oi
the wifir, : has the rain wet you, at all ::
Lot me take oil your coat for YOU.
Thank you Mary, | don't beiieYc l'm
anyways injured, but YOU may help me,
,ust l3r the pleasure Of it; and he stool
>tiA, while she removed the heavy coat,
with all the softucss OF touch aal move
mrnt, which belong to woman. She
sD1t II an. aud then the husband drew