The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-01-25

'' N"O"h hO" uuH6'y lVinS "'"J
be, and live.
4 must go now,' she said, opening the
door; but | will come again soon and
make you comfortable and she hurried
to the nearest grocer and bought basket
full OF provisions, and engaged him to send
in some candles and coal.
The little boys helped her to build fire
in the cold stove, and when it blazed mer-
rily, she put on the kettle, and soon had a
refreshing cup of ten for each invalid and
platter of smoking potatOs for the chill
dren.
where is Marie, do you know, little
angel ? asked the sick mother, as she gave
hack the cup.
%, yes, know, she answered, cheer
fully. Didn't say she would be home
early tomorrow Don't worry; better
days are coming; I'll bring her in the
morning. Good bye
1t was as though fairy had come and
vanished ; kind hearted fairy, too, for
beside the supply Of coal and wood, half
eagle lay in the sick fathers hand.
Murnuring to himself all the tender ad-
jectives in the French language, the good
hair dresser immediately FASTENED to the
court room. The judge was friend OF
his, too, and he hoped to save the child
from prison. She had not yet been sent
in, the court having adjourned for half an
hour He asked for private interview
with the judge. As soon as it was grant.
ed, he told him all Marie's distress, and the
generous kindness of little Theresa.
Poor child b.! good child! said his list
ener, wiping his glasses; She must go to
prison | suppose, but it shall be TO cham
Der in my own house. Go into court and
tell the same story over, it will be better
than lawyers plea
lie did SO, and there was not dry eye
in the audience when he ceased. Even
the baker hung his head, and seemed to
muse. Before the breathleSs silence had
been broken, he locked up and said to the
Judge, Il withdraw my complaint; let her
go with me and have all she wants
The Spacious room rung with applause,
and white the enthusiasm was at its high
est, thoughtful old man went about the
the crowd with his hat. Peoples fingers
found their money purses as if by intu-
ton, and when he poured the collection
into Maric's apron, she screamed with joy.
No more hunger, no more cold, no more
nakcdness this whole winter. They were
rich,
The baker took her home himself, and
told her at the door not to worry about
bread till spring, for his wagon would
leave them all they wanted every morn
ing. How lightly she bounded up the
staircase. 1t was like birds football, a
singing birds in May.
Have you come, Marie 1.-TWO voices
inquired at once.
Yes, mother, yes, father, and we are
rich, see :! and she emptied her apron on
the bed. How merrily the silver and gold
coin jingled; it was like the echo of har-
vest song, the distant echo brought back
by summer brcczes.
Bless you, my little sunbeam, bless
you, my angel And two hands were laid
upon her head, and tears and smiles were
strangely mixed together.
What does it mean, ThereSaY' and the
IN ther looked wonderfully at her bcauti-
tul little daughter as she came into the
parlor, in obedience to a message brought
by servant. Monsieur B. says you prom
ised to see him tonight
1 did, mamma. Did you bring your
scissors, sir!
And she carried fo0tstOol to the sofa
upon which he sat, and quickly nestled at
his feet.
Yes, my dear, see' and he took from
his pocket a shining pair.
Theresa. what means this = the mother
spoke sternly.
i have sold my hair to him, mamma,
and he is come to cut it off
Sold your hair!-cut it off ff!-were you
crazy? are you in earnest?' And she
gathered her 10 her side, and laid her hand
protectingly over the precious curls.
Tell her how it was, sir; she won't be
angry then. Please, sir, tell her.
He did so. Closer and closer to her
heart was the child drawn by the tcarfu
mother, as the narrator proceeded with
his touching story. And when it was fin.
ished, she covered her face with kisses
u'iN SsAiN III u OlOhSll NOiNS, vi SuCll lS LuS
kingdom of Heaven
A single ringlet was severed from the
beautiful head shat night; one long, soft
golden curl, which the hair dresser carried
home as revefently as though it had beer
drawn from an angels wing. On the NOR
row he had it woven into hearts ease
and the sunny, shining human flower wa,
ever afterwards Worn next his heart, q
talisman against besctting sins
THE HoRsE SHOE. Pat Fogarty wcnt
all the way from Manchester to Londor
to thrash Mike Fitzpatrick, which latter
he did, winding up with the assistance o
horse shoe He was detected ant
brought before Mr.. Justice Simpleman
\ part of the examination is annexed.
Court-Wel you came here from Man
chester, did You?
Pat-Your Honor has answered cor
rect. .4.
Court--You see the complainants head
it was cut by a sharp instrument. ID,
you know what cut it?
Pat-Aint your honor afther sayin' tina
a sharp instrument did it?-
Court, (hecoming reStive)-I see yor
mean to equivocate. Now, sir you GU
that, head you came here to do it, die
you not? Now, sir, what motive brough
you to London?
Pat-The locomotive, your Honor.
Court, (waxing warm. )-Equivocatin:
again, you scoundrel. (RaiSing up tn,
horse shoe and holding it before Pat); de
You see that hoNe shoe, sirY
Pat-Is it horse shoe, your Honor.
Court-Don't you see it is, sir: Arr
you blind? Can you not tell at once tina
it is horse shoe?
Pat-Begar no. your Honor
Court, (angrily.)--
Pat--No, your Honor; but can yersel
tell?
Court-Of course l can. you stupi,
IriShman.
Pat, (soliloqnizing aloud. 20, glory t
goodness see what edicaton is, ye
Honor. Sure, a poor ignorant creatur
like meself wouldn't know horse sho