The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1862-11-12
PRINCIPAL AND INTEREST.

"O.f mother, mother; am so fredi}
The dew drops auivereds like imperial
diamons upoulthe broad green plumes of
the corn fields by the swayside; the,grass
that bent; over the foot-path was heavy
with evening moisture, and the solitary old
piHetree at the curve ofithe road upheld its
black fringed arms at a sunset sky, where
the ruddy crimson had long since faded
into sombre gray Birds were warbling
their{last yespers under the shadow of soft
ly moving leaves; blossoms were closing
their fragrant cups. along the course OF a.
thousand dulcet-voiced streams; sleepy lit
tie ones were gathered safely to their
hearth stone; yet these two wanderers clung
together: homeless and alone, in the falling
shadowsTof the night. ~ srasfrs.s
y "Cheer up, my child, we have not very
far to go. Come closer, let me brush the
dew from your curls. Now take my
hand" sig7a i-s geE
But the child hung back, sobbing with
weariness and exhaustion and the pale
young mother bending over her in the vain
attempt to, soothe the hysterical excite
mont, did not hear the rumble of advanc-
ing wheels until they passed close to her,
and q rough, hearty voice exclaimed,
.What ads the little girl? Amt sick,
is she?" ~ n aas
h. Mary Ellsworth had never seen farmer
Raynesford before-yet the moment her
ewes rested on his wrinkled, sun burned
face, with the shaggy brows oyershadowed
kind eyes, she felt that he was friend,
and made answer promptly:
"Not sick, sir but very tired. We have
walked long way to-day. s-as s5
"Got much further to go?" asked the
farmer, tickling his horses ear with the
end of his whip sF
$40 Breckton." isls.r.o s4d <raf
Mr.. Raynssford gave low whistle.
"That's four miles of, and the little gal
lis pretty. nigh used up already" aG
s.I know it," said the woman with q
sigh, i.butI I have no money to hire a lodg-
ling. In Breckton l hope to obtain work
in the factory
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of his
wagon thum with the whip handle thai
made old eBonny drop the mouthtal o.
clover he was nipping from the road side
and pricked up his. ears in, astonishment
.aI won't hear no such thihgl' said ht
|energetically. ""Why, that child cant ge
twenty rods further! Here, get in 'lone
with me. You won't be none the worse
fer bit of supper and good night's,rest
Ii know Hannah'll scold!' he muttered
las he lefted the little girl to his side and ex
tended his hand to the mother; "but
I can't see folks perishin' by the way-sid
and never offer to help 'em. don't car
) if she scolds the roof of the house off"
He drove rapidly along, making occas
lional interjectional. remarks to his horse
while Mrs. Ellsworth drew her thin shaw
laround the little golden heae that alread
dropped drowsily upon her shoulder, an
thought with deep sensation of gratitud
upon the shelter heaven had provided h'
lin her sorest strait. =. l.ssf -. i.se,..
It was an oddly y-shaped old farm hous
: gray with, the storms Of nearly half a csl
Itury, with broad door stone, oyerhur
Iby giant lilac bushes, and kitchen wher
!, even in the bloomy month of June, gre
FIRE roared up the wide throated Gimme
and shining rows of tins, winked and gl
tered at every upward leap of the fam,
Such neat kitchen as it was! The flo
TO boards white. as snow, the windows clear
= :. diamonds, the hearth trinity brushed !
~ and the table spread for supper. in t
middle Of the room. Mrs. Ellsworth