The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1867-01-18

In the seventh Ward-half u block to-
tally consumed 7 Policeman seriously
injured by gang of rowdies 7"
"Charles p
II told you it wouldn't interest you
Helen. Reach me the hot toast, Su.
san. fragrant instance of dishonesty
in a domestic : "
whats that ?" languidly questioned
Mrs. Tooker.
Yesterday evening n very interest.
ing young woman was arrested, on
complaint Of Mrs. Major Parker, No
- street. Charge, taking ten
dollar bill from porSemonnaie in hei
mistress bureau. Pleaded guilty, but
refused to tell how she had disposed
of the money Refused at first to give
her name, but finally confessed that
she was called Frances Smith Com
mitted to the Tombs for trial.
Dear me, how dreadful = said Mrs
Tooker. "Surely that must be
why, Susan, what is the matter o.
Snsan had grown deadly pale, aud
was leaning against the sideboard,
gasping, as if for breath.
"Its-it's my sister maam; it's our
Fanny 1t will kin my mother, as
surely as she hears it "
"Your sister, Susan p
Eyes, ma'am she was chambermaid
at Mrs. Parkers Oh, what shall | dc
where can l go?"
est down, Susan said Mr. Tooker
kindly, as he poured ont glass Of
wine for her. You can do nothing
until you are stronger What has
tempted your sister TO commit such q
crime as this p
81 do not know, sir, sobbed Susan.
Partly it was my fault, for i owed her
ten dollars, and she was in sore need
of it. Oh. Fanny, my poor poor Fan
ny. to think Of her being in the
Tombs y
But why did she need money p
1--WE thought she was too fond of a
worthless fellow, sir-Roger jameson
by name and he coaxcd most of her
poor earnings from her Oh, Mrs.
Tooker if you would but have paid me
my money day before yesterday |
could have given her the ten dollars.
Mr.. Tooker turned abruptly round,
towards his wife, who had grown first
pele, then scarlet.
"Helen, what does she mean ? |
gave you the money for the servants,
more than n week ago.
Mrs. Tooker burst into hysterical
passion of tears.
ooh, Charles, II needed the money
for another purpose, and | never
dreamed of it's making any difference
if / waited few days
For tchat purpose 2 demanded the
husband, sternly.
"For my bonnet"
Your bonnet !" he repeated, bitter
~ Come, Susan, it may not be toe
late to get this poor creature ont OF
prison-at least it is worth our while
to make the effort. If my wife's folly
has brought this misfortune upon you
the most / can do will be little enough
to avert the consequences.
Mrs Tooker SIT silent and over
whelmed, as her husbund and poor
Susan Smith departed. At that mo-
ment her French bonnet seemed but
vanity and vexation of spirit to her.
ooh, | wish | had never seen the
odious thing" she pondered, wringina
her hands together. "Why did l ever
allow it to be sent home here shall
never want to wear it, now.
An hour afterwards Mr.. Tooker re
turned alone.
where is Susan ?" eagerly ques
toned Mrs. Tooker, who had been on
the lookout for them from her sitting
room window.
"Gone home gravely responded
her husband.
And her sister p
Her sister is beyond the reach Of
any earthly tribunal.
Charles you surely do not mean
81 mean that the shame and remorse
attendant upon TINS publlc exposure
have been too much for the poor girl
to endure. She had a small vial OF
laudanum with her, and early this
morning they fond her dead in her
prison cell, with the empty bottle be-
side her. Helen--was the French
bonnet worth this sacrifice 2"
Helen's tears answered him voice
she had none.
Susan Smith never returned to her
situation in Mrs. lockers family
somehow it seemed TO her as if her
mistress jewelled hands were red with
her poor sisters blood Nor could
Helen blame her But the bitter les
son was one that Mrs, Tooker never
forgot, to her life's end.
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