The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-03-23
forehead as though he had received {

!orenead as tnougn ne had received
heavy blow.
at is nothing, abby
Has Solomon-''
'Pshaw! Dye think Sol. Gordon
could have done thisG 1 have been in
the river. a little boy had fallen from
the bridge right into the flood beneath
the falls. 1 jumped in and brought
him OUT
Alive ,"
''Yes, alive and unhurt."
"Oh. thank God! Whose child was
"Don't stop to ask questions now,
Abby, but make me cup OF hot, strong
tea, while get on some dry clothes. NY
soul! think 1 had a narrow dodge of
Jack put on dry garments, and When
he had rested awhile he drank his tea,
and in the course of an hour all traces
of exhaustion had passed away.
II tell you, abby, have had good
many tough JOBS in my day, but have
never had one like that before. 4
weaker man than l, could never have
brought out that child alive"
"Oh, how grand il is, Jack, to use
ones strength in such a causei But
whose child was it? Do you not
know ~
Before Jack could answer, the outer
door was unceremoniously opened, and
Solomon Gordon entered the apartment
Abby shrank back in the alarm when
she saw how pale and excited the man
looked and how he trembled, for she
did not notice the most brimmfug light
that shone in his swollen eyes.
Jack ~ spoke the new conner, in a
gasping manner, at the same time
holding out both his hands. He chok-
ed and stammeIed, but presently gained
strength TO add: "Oh, my God, what
can I say? Jacki Jack :" Here the
Ereaf fair n nd
into tears.
Jack, almost as much affected as was
his visitor, arose and took the extend
ed hand.
right f neve[ eFea ean S9FGn Be- Fsht OH OH mhst sint
can do? Jack, if L could only go
back to where was this morning! My
God! Ibeat your child for a trifling
thing, and you have saved mine from n
. terrible death-saVed him. almost at
the expense of Your own life. Kill me,
( if you will. Beat me, Jack. Do any
thing you like, but only forgive me for
what 1 did to your little Freddy-for-
give me, so that this saving act of yours
shan't he always like heap OF Goals
upon my headI'
And then with sudden impulse-un-
der the influence of such an emotion as
he had never before experienced, Jack
| Sprout said:
''SOlomon, tell you it's all right.
You have no more reason to thank
God that have saved your child than
L have. When went forth from INV
house was full of wrath and madness,
and curses were upon my lips and in
my heart l should have sought such
revenge as the wild beast seeks. Is It
/ not better that found your little Andy
I in the floodH and is II not better that
my great strength WAS used in saving
/ nFfrIy- "a n1 81
| bottom of my heart And now, say,
/ IT'S ALL RIGHT"
And so was cemented q friendship
holy and lasting.
Seemingly slight perturbations in the
current of mans life sometimes work
marvellous changes for good or i'll.
ABBY" said Jack Sprout-it was
late in the evening, and they had been
sitting for some time without speaking
II believe am>cOnverted."
t'Jack!''
''Yes, Abby, am converted. Saul of
Tarsus, that you read to Freddy about
last Sunday, was not more suddenly
brought TO light than 1 have been.
Really and truly, there is more virtue
in kindness than in enmity-it blesses
everything and everybody. He who
bestOws it is as much blessed as he who
receives it."
Aud then the wife, with her arm
placed gently around her husbands
neck, gently, kindly said:
Dear Jack. wouldn't we both be
happier if we would try to live by the
blessed rules laid down by the Saviour?
Oh! 1 know that they were given by
One who sought our highest good, and
think we should find much joy in try
ing to square our lives by the golden
rule"
And Jack, with kiss, made answer:
My darling, we Will try"
what the SevS-PaPer- Do FOR Nothing
The following article should be read
and pondered well by every man
who takes a newspaper without paying
for it:
my observation enables me to state,
as a fact, that publishers OF newspa-
pers are more poorly rewarded than
any other class of Enen in the United
States who invest an equal amount of
labor, capital and thought. They are
expected to do more service for less pay,
stand more sponging, and dead head
ing,' to puh and defend more people
without fee or hope of reward than any
other class.
"They credit wider and longer, get
oftener cheated, suffer more pecuniary
loss, are oftsner the victims of mispla-
eed confidence than any other calling
in the community. People paw n prin-
than any other. Il goes harder with
him to expend a dollar on a valuable
newspaper, than ten Gu a needless
gew-gaw; yet everybody avails him
self of the use Of the EDITORS pen and
the printers ink.
How many professional and political
regulations and fortunes have been
made and sustained by the friendly,
though unrequited pen OF the editor?
How many embryo towns and cities
have been brought into notice and
pulled into prosperity by the press?
How many railroads now in success
full operation, would have foundered
but for the "leverr that moves the
world? In short, what branch of in
dustry and activity has not been pro-
NOTED, stimulated and defended by the
press?
And WHO has rendered it more than
a miserable pittance for its services?
The bazaars of fashion and the haunts
of dissipation and appetite are throng-
ed with an eager crowd, bearing gold
in their palms, and the commodities
I there yended are sold at enormous
profits, though intrinsically worthless,
and paid for with scrupulous punctu-
| ality; while the counting room of the
newspaper is the seat OF the iewing
I cheapening trade, orders .and pennies.
I 1t is made a point of honor to liqui-
/ date a Srog bill, but not of dishonor to
repudiate printers bill.
Aye, and more; the editors of daily
journal are expected to give their morn
ing readers the latest items of intelIi-
| gence. To do this, they must do with
out the natural sleep OF ordinary NOR
tails. The small hours OF the morning
ind them away from their homes and
I families, reading proof sheets, clipping
/ items from exchanges, preparing Iele
graphic dispatches for compositors to
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