Smyrna times., 1866-02-07
:, NEW sERIES---vOLUME M.--NO. 35

Meantimc-and there is not more difficult
operation in the world than living out mean
time "-Misling had only balance OF twenty
five cents in his pocket, and no prospect OF mo-
ney from any quarter. In TINS dilemma nc
picked up a little printed bill, reading as fol
lows; .t...:
u. CAXTRELL, Dealer in all kinds of La
dies aud Gentlemen'S cast-Ott Clothing, Bed
clothing. Boots, Shoes, old Metal, old Umbrel-
las, Musical Instruments, for all CT which the
Subscriber will give the highest Prices He
hopes any one who reads this Bill will look up
all they have; if ever SO trifing, it will be pur-
chased. }. &. returns his sincere thanks for
the liberal Encouragement he has received, and
hopes every Person will look UP al they can.
" n. B.-The Bill and the Goods will be
called for in two hours.
WASTE NOT, WANT NOT"
Misling had no old umbrellas or musical in
strumentS 20 offer the accommodating Mr. Can
treil but besides the gray mix that he was Just
then wearing he owned pair of linen trowscrs.
There would be certain risk in the venture ;;
for, between ink-spots and mutton chops cook
ed over the gas, there was nothing left for the
gray mix but to be washed. While they
were in the hands of Mrs. o 'Flaherty Misling
would be trowserless man; and it would be
like his luck for the house to take advantage of
might call; or Mrs. O,Flaherty might get
drunk and forget him. But nothing venture,
nothing have. MiSling sold the linen trowsers,
prOvlsiOned himself with crackers and cheese,
and, with many injunctiOns, placed the gray
mix " i'll the hands Of Mrs. o Flaherty.
! 1t was then of all days in the year, that
! Clara Barcarole brought her violet hat, her
aunt, and her lace handkerchief to look after
| her unlucky cousin, and futtering up the din
! q IL I>1r Io1 =.
oniOn-Scented halls with watts of Night bloom
ing Cercus, and the breast of its landlady with
protOundcst astOniShment
Mlallng heard them coming, the shrill voice
OF his landlady sounding in advance for, as
there was no waiting-roo the good woman
had marshaled them up the damp stairs at
once.
This way, ladies. Take care them steps
at the top is broken. The third door on the
| left, ladies'
Msling heard and glanced wildly around
him. There was the Fireplace; but it was OBJ
structcd by tire-board and a rusty stove, and
besides he had never learned to climb a chin
ney. Closets there were none. lie had nc
/ trunk, and might have hesitated about getting
into it if ne had. Impossible to. get under the
bedSccad. for it was a cot and, in his fright, il
never occurred to him to lock the door; and
| hearing the rustic of silk and patter of boot
heels clos. at hand he sprang hastily into bed
covering himself up to the tip Of his nose, JUS
as Clara and Mrs. Douglass entered.
Ah!' said Clara, looking about her com
passiOnately. Just as thought. Now Cou
sin John, how bad of you to be i'll, and ncvc
send US word, and make me come all this wa!
to find how you were u
You are an angel" answered Misling
vaguely, and tingling with pleasure and pail
alike for if it was 50 good of her to search hin
out, yet how dreadful to be visited by an ange
when mans trOwsers were i'll the wash
Have you been long i'll y asked Mrs. Dou
glass, kindly, her womanly sympathies tho
roughly aroused by the dreary, chilly, bare, lit
tie room.
Yes-no-that is-a day or so J" returned
Mislng, getting scarlet.
. lie has fever, said Clara, growing NOR
and more concerned Look at his face, am
Miriam just think Of his lying sick and alon
in this" .t.
She was going to say miserable den and eel
tainly the expression did the wrctched littl
, room no more than justice for there was n
hre IN the rusty stove-the carpet, in the wea
n and tear of years, had forgotten long ago tn
q pattern of Its youph-and the table, adorne
8 with bowl, ever, shaving utensils, cracker.
I cheese, and stationery, was of pine, as were tn
two hard chairs occupied by the ladies'.
: "What medicines have you taken2" aske
q Mrs. Douglass, observing that 6lislmg shran
\ from every notice of his surroundings. -
: you have fever would recommend
4 81 never take drugs" cut in Misling, ha
i tily. "Perfcct quiet, light diet here
!. glanced at the crackers and cheese" are tt
1 remedies to which always resort y.
# 'You,are accustomed to it then You al
i often i'll i'll this way?' queried Clara.
d Yes; my attacks may be said to be per
. Odical, said Misling, not without a secret re
q ish of his own wit, dangerous as was his sitl
alton.
! Periodical attacks ~ echoed the young Il
! dy, to whom the words conveyed very dreat
|. full idea indeed, aud opening wide her handsom
n n brown eyes And you do nothing for the
: at all, cousin John"
| "Well, no-not exactly. Il" stamme
: : ing, and cornercd; q the fact is" brightenir
: II | use hydropathie remedies. have grei
= faith in the virtues OF water" secret relish
!. his own wit again. -
:, SUPPOSE YOU are going on in this heatheni,
y way now Sir. that you have fallen into bett
= = hands than your own" showing symptoms
? taking off her gloves. 1--WE do not mean
= tleaye you till we have seen you more cOmfOr
|. ale, do we, aunt Miriam
Misling burst out in a cold persplratlon, an
{ for the first time in his life, wished his ia
. (. cousin at the anipodes.
q "You must not think of sach thmgi IC T
! are too. good, he stammered. " am well
y y that Is, | shall be well soon. You reallygr
d yourselves too much trouble.
n you hear" said Clara conscience, bounG; ouHlG;
IN able as ever, under the velvet basque
re lives here half frozen on bread and cheese t
H. he falls i'll and then he calls you who snuDD
VT him, every time he approached you, too GOO
ii because you take the trouble at last to
lis whether he is alive or dead. Your own cousl
u Miss: and if he dies whose fault will it
H. Here the conscience was cut short by te
ne from Clara, which she wiped away, not on t
lace h9ndkerchief, hnt on q plaiDer one tax
en from her pocket, saying;
it. Nv c are not too good at all and we q
he not going to be put off in that way, are we au
ar MnY ..s -, .
,;r " If John will tell us something of his syn
Il toms returned Mrs. Douglass, dOubtfully.
~ ~ I" What do you call your illness, JohnT !
:" "Yes, what is it, Cousin John? What