Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1864-02-25
What Came of an Omnibus Ride
One Pull to the Right

Some time ago, (no matter when
little felix's should mt be curious.) I was
riding in an omnibus with some half
dressed ladies and white kidded gen.
tlemen.
Alta signal from somebody on the
sidewalk, the driver reigned up his
horses, very old man, with tremulous
limbs and silvery locks, presented him
self at the door for admission The
driver shouted through the skylight,
Room for one more inside there" but
the gentlemen locke at the old man and
trowned. and the ladies spread out their
ruffied skirts, for his hat was shabby and
his coat very threadbare. He saw how
it was, and why there was ''no room, =
and meekIy turned about to go down
the steps, when fine looking man who
sat next to me, sprang to the floor, and
seizlng him by the arm, said:
Take my place, sir, you are quite
welcome to it. lam young and hearty,
it won't weary me to walk, and kindly
leading the old man to the vacant seat,
he leaped from the steps and walked
briskly down the street, while looked
admiringly after him, saying to myself,
That young man has had a good
mother = 8ft issE - s1u6T all
We drove on, and the more looked
at the old man silver hair, honest face,
the more indignant Iifelt at the way he
had been treated Whether he read my
thoughts in my countenance or not |
can't say, but after most of the passen-
gers had got out, he moved up to me
and said, ''Good boy-4good boy, WASH t
he My dear (and here his voice
sunk / to a continual whisper }
[ have got money enough to
buy out all the upstart people that filled
that omnibus twenty times over, but
like this old coat and hat They are as
good as crucible--helps meto find out
the true metal Good morning, my dear
Thank you for your pity just as much
as if | needed it''-and this old man
pulled the strap, got oat OF the omni-
bus, and hobbled off down the next
street: 33u -. r. s1 anl s19
Sometime after, I advertised for lodg-
ings. and was answered by widow
lady 1 liked the air Of the house, il
was so neat and quiet, and the flower
ing plants in the window were letter
of recommendation to me. Your cold
hearted, icicle people never care for
flowers (you may write that in leaf OF
your primer) But what particularly
pleased me at Mrs Harris was the de-
votion of her son to his mother. [ ex-
pected no less, because the moment |
opened the door, | saw that he was the
same young man who gave up his seat
in the omnibus to the old gentleman
John did all the marketing and pro-
yiding as we'll as if he had been seventy
instead of seventeen. He wheeled his
mothers arm chair to the pleasantest
corner handed her the toot-stool, and
newspaper, and spectacles offered her
his arm up and down stairs and spent
his evenings by her side, instead of join
ing other yonng men in racing over the
city to find ways to kill time.
1t was beautiful sight in these days,
when beardless boys come stamping and
whistling into their mothers presence.
with their hats on, and call her the ''old
woman
spent pleasant sumner under Mrs.
Harris quiet roof And now winter
has set in with its nice long evenings.
John came to tea ore night with his
bright face overclouded His mother
was by his side in an instant. John S
master had failed, and John was thrown
out Of employment.