Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1866-05-09
HYDE PARK, VERMONT, WEDNESDAY, MAY g.. 1866

,prite. money is good as means but t
not as an end 1t is good, because it will
purchase many pleasures; and, best of all b
the precious pleasure of comforting happi- G
ness on others. But you, and men like
you, grovel in the earth so long, that at
length you labor only to gather heap of
mould, and forget all about the flowers"
'sWell !" said Bradbury. rehectively, 81
don't know | rather think there's some
thing in what you say, though"
well, then, to come to the point; here
is an,opportunity of treating yourself to
a great pleasure, by conferling much hap
piness on two people who deserve it. You
must consent to this marriage" " sfI
That I'll bel mean to say, I've full
ly made up my mind that wont do any
thing of the sort" ita 4.f..e5.Ga
You will consent, | assure you. You
have told me your objections; and by
means of those very objections | intend
to convince you. Benjamin Bradbury.
how old were you when you married p
and what was your wife's fortune p gq
+. Bradbury thought of the second Mrs
B., mp stairs, and faneied he saw loop
hole. 4. h,+,.f .l. f. a.aeqH9a a.aaaaaei
Il was fifty three, believe and she
brought me 80 900 pounds "n4a .a
Bradbury p aud the bright eyes of the
sylphide were fixed on him with threat
ening glance--"you are prevaricating !!
When you married Kate's mother, you
were twenty three, light hearted lad
! like that portrait; and she was good
little girl, with bright loving face for her
only dowry. And sir, what was your in
come then q r.: ,asa, ara ..a.-
Twenty eight shillings a week, > said
Bradbury. u.....r4 ..t awg..
"Not princely, Bradbury; but you made
it enough, didn't you p ..i.. a.
"Ay, that we did," said Bradbury and
were asS9SSy :s % the day is long" a.
you're condemniug yo2:self' yoa see'
said the sprite. "Ihia young couple arc
8 older than you were then, and have a
good deal more to keep house upon and
you know yourself hcy.loyo each Other
dearly" f ~ e n.. -. a..# -
Love a fddlestck /! all boy and CIR
t nonsense. "aasazs sa. - D.n.
4 YOU'RE quite above that sort of thinE
e Yourself, i suppose. "
II should rather think | was" SAT-
n Bradbury. s.|.r yra
e "Very good. now do you think YOU
81 know your own hand-wnting? said tn
4 lady. a'. sU.
It. And she looked searchingly at Brac
t. bury, with her head on one side, an
d a mischevous twinkle in her eyes, lake
Il barrister who is getting witness into
AL fix, and intends to be down upon him tr'
ID mendously in a minute; aa a .
of "Perhaps you will be kind enough to tai
w one of that bundle Of letters, and tell Ii
u what you think Of it. af.a.' Ia .f'
y Bradbury did as he was ordered, III
r first paper he laid his hand upon, ha
ut been enclosed in the envelope from whit
.o the sprlte had emerged. 1t was ycIloo
S | age, and sadly frayed at the edges. I
ell opened it, and recognized it as valcntiI
sent in years long past to his dead hr
d. wife, in the happy days of the
ir, courtship a strange sensation fiuttor
Ig- at Bradburys heart, and mist seemed
come before his eyes, as he read the Ion
a forgotten lines. They were his own, al
ou exhibited faults IN plenty, both in met
he and phraseology but they breathed warm
me and life to which his heart had long be
ay stranger, And bradbury thought
one to whafi those lines, rough aud IRE
lat ular as (haSsyero, had been the perfect
ow OF poetry = who had read them over a
@ over again with unfadng pleasure II
y :; like the frayed edges Of the paper tn
got were written upon, the gentle life h
Iou worn away, aad be had been left alo
ut Alone! deprived of her whose sweet pr
ike ence had cherished all loving thougl
ink and tender sympathies who, by her g
+. tie influence had prevented the cares
ind business and the toilsome struggle for $
cess from effacing all noble aspirati'
III; and generous sympathies from his o.
N warm heart. And Bradbury remembe
4 a now, when. she had gone, the good in
his enco had slowly faded away. and had
rot him worldly and ayaricious, with the
T. best relic Of his former self, his love
,rly herichild, odegenerating into a vain an
Ter. tion to see her well lowered with the
he. which he had made, his god. And Il
too. came bitter thought of his second II
,ok. riage-a marriage made for money OF
an. and of which cool Indifference was
~ sa most pleasant phase And, with sh
bose pain at his heart. Bradbury covered
5lsi face with his hands iasj oa oi feai
said, You do not scoif at love pow," {
avs the sprite. "The tears which steal thro
The YOUR fingers show that there is yet s
u a life in your frozen heart, Y Every on
lrill those tears is worth a thonsand of.Iy
edge coins, Learn this-yoq knew it 0n,,
cans that every man who walks this eartl
eold' by the bond Of common humanity, lir