The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1865-03-02

its trace had been carefully concealed. New
:ertheiess they had not been able to hush
the voice Of conscience. They fed from
their fellow men. They were intimidated at
the slightest noise, and silence thrilled them
with fear They had often thought of sfy.
ing to some distant land 4 but s,me inexpli.
cable Influence kept them near the remains
of .heir victim. Terrified by the 'deposi.
sion of his wife, the old man at length made
a similar confession, and six weeks after
the guilty couple expired on the scaffold.
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.TIso FOsls' PeHCe--A story with
a Moral.
In the year 1880, ina handsomely fur
nished parlor, which opened out Of that no.
ted London gin shop, called "The Punch
Bowl" sat it's mistress, the gauiily dressed
Mrs. Crowder, conversing with an obsequi-
Gus neighbor. ifa y aG fT X
.Why, Mrs. Crowder, I'rcaIly must say
you have things in the FIRST styls. What
elegant papering what noble chairs ! what
"a pair Of fire screens, aliso bright and fresh
Then see the elegant stone cappings to the
windows, and these beautiful French win.
dow frames And you have been sending
your daughter to the genteelest boarding
school! Your shop is the best fitted in all
this part Of London. Where can you find
the needfuf for all these thingss Dear Mrs
Crowder how do yon manage p gd Ysza9
Mrs. Crowder simpered and east look
of simple contempt through the half-open
door in the shop. filled with drouthy Gus.
toners, "The fools penee-'tis the fools $
pence that does it for US, she said and her
voice rose more shrill and loud than usual,
with the triumph she felt. rca ~ ha5gi
Her words reached the ears of one Gus
toner, George Manly. the carpenter, who
stood near the counter. Turning his eyes
upon those around him, he saw pale. sunken
cheeks, infamed eyes and ragged garments.
he then turned them upon the stately
apartment; he looked through the door in
to the parlor, and saw looking glasses and
pictures, and gliding. and fine furniture, and
. rich carpet, and Miss Lucy in silk gown
at her piano; and he thought to himself,
how strange it is l-how curious it is that
all this wretchedness on My left is made to
turn into all this rich 6nery on my right"
swell, sir, what's for you p said a shrill
voice, which made the fools pence ring 10
"a glass of gin. ma'am,s isi what am
waiting for; but I think Ihave psid the last
fools pence that shall put down on this
counter Cor many a long day. Manly hast
ened home. His wife and two little girls
were seated at work. They were thin and
pale, and really in want Of food. The room
looked very cheerless, and their FIRE was SO
small as to be hardly felt, yet the dullest
observer would be struck with the neatness
that reigned. $, sg.7 s...a ass - !,
j 1t was joyful surprise to them his re.
turning SO early that evening, and return.
ing sober and ip good humor. f.ss
"Your eyes are weak to night said
George, 'or else you have been crying. / am
afraid .you work too much by candle light.
His wife smiled aud said, Working does
not affect my eyes ! and she beckoned to
her little boy, who was standing apart in
the corner-evidently as culprit.
why, John, what's this see p said his
father. Come and tell me what you have
been doing - @ r
the baker came for his money tonight
and would not leave the loaves without it
but though he was cross anG rough. be said
mother was not to blame, and that be was
sure you had been drinking away all the
money ; and when he was gone mother cried
over her work, but she Gid not say anything.
did not know she was crying till saw
her tears dropping on her hands, AID then
| said bad words, aud mo, her put me in the
corner .., ..i...lB s d ~
Tell me, what your bad words were
john said his 6sher; mot swearing hopei
No. said John, coloring; / said you were
bad mani said you were bad father.
'And they were bad words, sure,' said
his mother; but you are forgiven, 50 nov
bring me some coal from the box -,,.
George looked at the face Of his wife, ana
as he met the tender gaze Of her mild blue
eyes now turned to him he felt the tears
rise to his own. He rose up. and putting
money iato ,her hands. be said. THERE'S my
weeks wages. Come, come, hold out both
your hands, for You haye not got all yet
Lay it opt for the best as you, always do
! hope this viii be ,ths beginning Of better
doings on ny part and happier days ~
yours! sste a,', ,a.s es,Eir, ita.s,H :.
= George told his wife after the childre.
had gone to bed, that when be saw what tn
pence Of tie poor could do in keeping up tn
houses and dressing, out the landlord's wit
and daughters, and when he thought of hi
own hard working and uncomplaining Su
san, and his children 10 want. and almost j
rags, while he was sitting drinking nigh
after night, destroying his health an
strength, he seemed to come to himself .
last, and he determined never again fro,
that hour to put the intoxicating glass to hi
Hips.
! More than = year afterwards. one, ,Sunda
afternoon, ~ Mrs. Crowder, Of the 'Puno
Bowl was walking with her daughters
4 the tea gardens, they were oyertaken by
|, violent rain storm, and had become at lea
half drenched, when they entered comfor