The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1864-04-20


grudgingly he hiss spent bis little gains 70
your b;ueft; shaved to give you an education
and now, when poverty has come, and help
l~essness, you offer TO Civ, him two dollars ,
We k shame on you. EHA o.
You do not bet'ersyousS Sanse By saet
language snsered the elder brother.
My cause? cried John again, hotly, my
eaussr .Biel Beatty, do you disown tn
old man who avs YOU being? Ishe not you
iather as Eseli as mine z Butt see there is n
use pleading with you. | an a poor man
but I'll deny myself even bread and water
and live in one room but what my father and
mother, since lyoulthrow their support up1u
me shall be lodged and ied.' W. ~.
i insist on contributing two dollars &
week. said the broker, opening his poke
book. Here's the money for two mon his
AT the end Of that time I'll send another 10
sSallnsnt Tor Two months e
Johns cheek turned deadly white. II,
took tie money and made motions as il h,
would tare i. IN pie"es. then better impulse
moved him. 10 his poverty he had no right
to throw awsy even this mean ard grudged
Igift. lie bestowed one look on his brother
thai, hard as h. was, made him quail, took
bis hat and lsfC the ofiice.EF q - a.
The old manbeard 1t with tingling cheeks,
Tor, tell it deliberately as John might, il
conld not be sof.ened.
,Don'ticel, so abeutiHJ John, be said kind,
ly, 'irs very good in 'Biel at least it will pay
my title rent. I shall Stay here; John--it's
all arranged. The. creditors are very good
about III and since morning I've got a situa,
atIon.'r
"A situntion!' cried John incrednously. Z
i know it will be TOO much for him. muir,
INJURED Martha, looking up-fom her knit
ting.
No. no, Mar;hny there's moro strength In
me than you think. It's toleTable pay, too:
at least it viii, give US. what little, We want
I've taken a porter's situation in Harrison's;
DEAR he added, looking up his bpauiyer'
ing a little.
"A porter? o., father!' John laid his arms
on the table, his head on them and burst into
tears. lie had always admired his ia 'her,
had been proud Of seeing him in his cleIky
capacity--6or the old gentleman had done a
heap Of, writing tor the Seafords-ip that
great, handsome Office, with its mahogany
desks and chsirs; he so gentlemanly with bis
while BAR and pale refined face. Now. to
carry heavy packages, that old man; to be
subject, to the ,whims Of under clerks, it was
too horrible, and John sobbed as II bis heart
would break.
why, j ohnny, my~boy, Johnny, my good.
brave boy that you always were!' exclaimed
thes cd man, patting him on the sboulder,
trying ID. smile through the heavy tears that
we're rolling over his cheeks, while poor
Martha had turned he dim ey es away, and
hidden them in her handkerchief.
IL can't help IT, father. 0. why nm |
poor?'
The old man went daily after that to his new
business, but be had overrated his strength.
Oae day John was hastily sent for, so was
Abel Benton. The latter looked up from the
click othard gold to, bear the message, Israel,
bis father, was dy ing. The former left his
sick babe and weary wife, weary with work
and cons tant care, and the two brothers met
at the solemn death bed. Israel Benton had
burst a blood vessel lifting some heavy weight
and now, calm, white and serene, he was
only waiting ..,- SID. .y
john he sad, with a smile, and as John
knelt down, he laid his hand On his boys
brown curls, < Ea~
God bless you, my boy, he said softly.
'Abiel, come here,' be whispered, as his
life ebbed. The conscience stricken man
came forward, fell on his knees, too wretched
to speak. -y ssr-.. ..s..E- Ed.
May God Almighty bless you, my son, ex>
claimed the old mar with Iervsnt emphasis
oh, father. forgive!' He but spoke to clay.
With Israel Benton's last words conscious,
ness had departed.
And 'Biel,Benton went his way, but Q,
that blessiDgi 1t met him everywhere. 1t
embittered every cup ofjoy. Strange to say,
it seemed to him that the blessing was
changed into a curse. And SO it was while
he kept his greed for gold. So it was while
he felt that it was through bis wn wretched
parsimony that his father had persisted and
his brother might perish. So it-wss till be
came to John one day in the midst Of his
toiling, a hagsard, suffering man, and holding
out gold and title deeds, cried, in his anguish,
'Here--iiy you would save a perEbing soul,
share with me: help me to do battle with the
demon that is drawing the very life Of my
life John, leavesyeur. Miserable business
that is killing YOU; share with me If you
would help me to my iather's blessings, for
O, it seems instead curse that is killing mel
And ever after, when he saw John in pros
perity, and Johns babies smiling in his
childless face, and Johns vile calling him
the savior Of her husbands life, a tremulou5
hand seemed laid upon his bowed head, a
sweet, unsteady voice seemed saying, g}rFy
May God Almighty forgive you, my SON.
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