The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1866-12-06

Nevertheless he took plump pocket
book from his breast procket, counted
out the sum mentioned, and tossed 1t 10
his wife. @ 3@
When l say thing, mean it, he
said. as he put his hat on 1ou may
ask until YOU are blue, for IL give YOU
( no more money for finery Tor two months.
It's easy to ruin a man, Mrs B.-easier
{ than YOU think.
And the door banged oa the new fedg-
ed oil farm.
His wife glared majestically until she
heard the street door also clang, anu
then allowed her countenance to assume
+. less formidable expression. She even
: smiled as she took possession OF the
notes
: What a temper Mr.. B. has she OBJ
served to Betsy, the nurse. who had
been dandiing the baby all the while at
the further end of the room
Men generally has, mum, said Betsy
I Il believe he thinks people can go
naked
Lor. do tell. mum
And l can assure him won t
After all you've done for him.
'twouldn't he just mum
And I'll tell you what, Betsy; IL
take the girls with me and spend every
cent to day. If not, mark my words,
he'll expect me to spend some 1t Tor
! market money.
! You're right to do it, mum
| Mrs. Bullion smiled IN self approval,
| and hurried from the room. whiie nurse,
| tossing her charge, mutteied:
| We're very grand now. but when we
| was a keepin' house on second floor IN
hoe Ut
/ enough To to lev five hundred for-mark
etin All. times is changed
And the baby was tossed until its re
cent breakfast of milk must have been
| chl,rnea into butter.
| Ncanw hile ia another home. not q
| thousand miles away, another conversa-
| tion was carried on.
A gaunt. pale Young man lay turning
anu tossing upon hfs bed, ami Young
| woman sat stitching at some emhroid-
| cred merino. at his side. The room was
| low aud close, and poverty stricken
| As poor a place as could be called a
room at ALL in fact and close under the
| roof af a house. so that IN warm weather
| ii was like II hake oven. and in rainy
! weather, dismal with leaks and trickl,ng
| pools upon the floor
| II was warm Just nov. and the door
! leading TO the open gafret was alar. and
through it eame the tretsul cr.ing 81
| children TIE nan heard them, aud
turned and tossed more than ever
barbara
1 Wet, dear
.Wha, are the children CRYING for 2
Il wish you wouldn't think OF the
children
Il can't help it-they're mine
And John, your image l never saw
such a likeness
But what are they crying for?'
My dear
L WILL know
For their breakfasts
Have YOU nothing to give them {?
Well not just now.
&c, eat Heaven
Now, dear. don't; the work is near
lv done. Such a pile. and Mrs. Bul
| lion always pays; and they shall have
dinner I--oh, don't cry, my good, dear
husband--don
Shesput her arm about his neck and
he stretched out the enc he had brought
home from the weary, cruel war. and en-
circ!ed her.
There isn't drop of manly blood
left in me. l think he said, 4 never
see you starye and to know that all my
life shall be poor, helpless, one arm
ed fellow--can | bear it F? can you?'
on are with me; you did not die:
YOU will live l can bear much more
than waiting for breakfast
Aud she stitched away, for the poor
must work without regard to fine feel
ings and cannot stop to be sentimental.
An hour more and this last little
frot will he done she said after a
pause; and she looked at hi "a as women
look at the men they love and none
other.
She said truly. In an hour the work
was done and she made a bundle of il
and tludged away. in shabby hood and
shawl to the door of the Bullion man
sion-her hoy with her, because the bur-
then was too rnnch for her. alone There
she ruag and after waiting Tor tardy ser
wants to please themselves about the
time of coming to answer her. heard
that Mrs Bullion was out
a shoppin', said Nurse Betsy. but
Lor, now you might drop in this even
in !"
And the hear: of the seamstress sunk
within aer. as yours might perhaps. had
you had no breakfast.
THIS evening. Nurse Betsy saw be-
tween that time and the moment of
speaking. lunch. dinner and tea The
seamstress saw-not meal. and a Grip
Piled husband and helpless babes food
less.
will she not be in before evening 2
she asked
Well. she might. said Nurse Betsy.
You could call and see,' and she shut
the door on the seamstress and her patch
ed u-chin.
The boy whimpered: the mother
turned paler than she had been when she
rang. She looked hopelessly up and
down the street and walked away Go
ing home empty banded was woeful to
her; but what could she do but 60
When she had walked a block or so
and reached Broadway, the poor woman
standing on the watch for moment
when crossing could be effected,
saw q sight that startled her. Mrs.
Bullion's carriage before ladies' restru
rant and Mrs. Bullion's servant on the