The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-01-21


that / find it very difficult to maintain a
wife and four children on seven hundred
dollars a year. / do, indeed, Sir. II you
would be kind enough to add hundred
or even fifty, would thank you gratefully.
SIR a- 1a
An increase of salary, oh, Warner? Sew
en- hundred dollars used to be considered a
very fair salary. Of course some get much
more. But you know, Warner, that you
are not first-class man of business. You
do your work very satisfactorily, but
Il krow what you would say, Mr.. Bent
lev interrupted Job. humbly. q know
my abilities are small, but 1 try to be faith
full, hope / have always been faithful to
the best of my poor Abilities
Yes, Warner, you have. DON'T think
have any comp plant to make; but as to an
increase of salary that reqbires consdera-
ton. Probably the high prices will not al
ways last, and in the mean time you can be
more economical
More economical! And this to Job. who
had been a close economist all his lille
However. he did not venture to reply, but
bowing humbly, withdrew. A minute later
his employer, who had got through with
business which detained him, put on his
overcoat and followed. On his way back
Job paused again before the window which
had so great an attraction for him. Again
he thought how much little Efie would
like it. But he felt satisfis from Mr..
Beutley's manner, that there was little hope
of an increase of income and without that
such an outlay would be unpardonable ex-
travagance.
No. he half sighed, I must give up the
idea of buying it, and little Ethe must De
content with something less expensive
Mr.. John Bentley was close behind and
heard this speech. 80 he wanted to buy
that piece of inery,' thought he. No won
der he demande an increase OF salary
TIE two N en- continued to walk in the
same direction job of course, unconscious
of Mr.. Bentley's proximity. Suddenly
from the darkness of side street emerged
little girl. very picture OF wretchedness'
with ragged dress, pinched and famished-
looking features, and feet bare, notwlth- :
stand ing the inceuent season. she looked
up piteousy in the face of Job Warner.
i am very cold and hungry she MUIR
INJURED.
Poor child! poor childl calculated Job,
com passion ately. Have you got DO home?'
No; mother died last week, and since
then l have lived in the Streets
Have YOU had anything to eat to-day?'
Yes, Sir, cracker
'Onlv cracker re peated Job, pitifuily
And your poor feet are bare. How cold
you must be!'
Yes, Sir, am very cold,' said the little
girl, shivering.
And where do you expect to pass the
nisht9
i don't know SIR
Where did you sleep last night?'
In a doorway; but they drove me off this
morning. l wish mother were alive again.
The poor child burst into tears, sobbins
convulsively.
Don't crv, my dearI said Job, soothing
| ly. Don't cry. You shall come home
with me. and l will let you sleep in a warm
bed, and give you something to eat. L am
poor, nv child. but not so poor as you
thank God! 1 had intended to buy some
! little presents for my children, but they will
/ be better pleased if l spend the money in
making you comfortable. Take my hand
a I'd we shall soon be at home
During this colloquy John Bentley with
drew into doorway. He had teit some
curiosity to learn how his book-keepeI
would deal with this claim upon his
bounty. There was something 10 the
straightforward simplicity and kind hear
of ] Oh that touched him, and made hin
feel not little compunction for his own
bearing in the interview which had JUS
taken place before them.
'He is about to deprive his children o
their Christmas presents for the Sake OF sue
cor;ng that poor little outcast, said j OH
Bentley to himself. He has noble hear
Door fellow! and he shall be no loser by 1t
! After all, seven hundred dollars must b
j quite ins efficient in these times. l will se
: what can do for him.
ha
smoke. He was not naturally a selfish m 40
only iuconsiderate. Now that his benevo
lent impulses were excited. he would no
reft until thew were embodied in action
| 1 Honest Job! never hast thou done a bette
, nights work than this. Thy kindness t
the little outcast shall be richly recon-
pensed.
With the little girls hand firmly claspe
in his. Job paused before the door OF
small wooden tenement, and turning tn
knob, softly entered.
9 sWhv, Job, how late you are!s said kin
motberly woman, advancing to meet hin
.and-merciful goodness! whom have yo
there"
mother. who was wandering barefoot ar
HUNGRY through the streets. cou ld1
9 beIp bringing her home. could 1? Thin
. If IL had been little Efhe! -.
: You did quite right, Job. Poor Hit
: thing! How thin she is! Are you hur
!oh so hungry and cold. May I war
: myself by your fire. ma'am?' - !,
1t Bless me, child, 1 ought to have thong
/ Of it before. Yes, go and sit down on &
: crick et. and 1 will bring you some t bre'
" Ha
., and milk .s, -. ..,;Je,
2 While the little girlswere being satiahe
L Mrs Warner said, Well, job what ma
), YOU 60. for the children" :.
ID Il didu't get anything, Mary. L was y
a going to get some little things wnen =
=, poor child came up. thought may %