The liberty bell and workingmen's advocate., 1867-03-07
IN A HIN.

tFrom Beadle's Monthlyl
 eff it hadn't been for England and Chica- go. I don't think my left sleeve would De enptv. There's a riddle you can't guess. Perhaps you'll not think much ot my riddle when the story's told; but you mustn't forget that it cost me my arm, and you'd place bie price on your arm-yes! upon little bit of your little finger!
 My parents, buxom hale and hearty cou- DIe with n heartiness of life and living that syeetened their food with wholesome flavor, were small farmers in England. They were rnor and had six children. Children are the teeth of poverty and bite hard.
 ~Eyen now I cannot decide whether l was right or wrong in going to another country, At that time we had lots of stories of how poor people thrived in America <; how they had a little ease and comfort and independence in that country before they died. 1t was all arranged among ourselves and father out of his little savings, gave me mon ev which was to return to him Ii got along finely in my new home. But did not intend to set out on this long and lonesome Journey without taking with me- my wife, nttle fair-haired lass as modest and industrious cirl as could be found in the country. Inns lass was Bessie Tillott. One day spoke out my love. ,,au;., ,,,;+,, ,neP Do YOU love me enough for that Y
 "She put her arms about my neck and looked up into my face with her great hazel ,ssR Robert she said, I will go with thee anywhere, and be glad all the time. Then she kissed me.
 But Bessie girl, I'm poor, you know And there's the great ocean to be crossed. When that's betwixt us and the old folks, we'll be among strangers and have much to suffer There's hard work to be done, and worst of all, there's fearful loneliness and home-sickneSS. Eh! BeSs can you oear ;,r waVf
 "sTry me! I'll 90 with thee, Rob. and help thee all can. and be good wife 1 knew she was as true steel.
 "One. night, going home from a visit to Bess. l met Tom Brinton He was waiting for me at the big elm just at the turn m the road. An idle fellow, given to beer-drinking and low companions he had more money than any one in his station of life. Where he got his money was uncertain. Learned in horses and iockevinr, he had a knack of ticking the pride of owners of nice nags ln the nelgh borhood He was not a handsome fellow by any means: but his smart ways and speeches made him a favorite with many of both sexes The way I came to know him was because we lived within a mile of each other, and met on the highway and at country fairs and frolics. I had seen him, too, a haf-dozen times at Tillotts house during previous years had never liked only endured him, knowing him as very muscular fellow, good wrest Ter and no mean player with his fists; in fact n bully. as you call that kind of a man in this country. He was sitting on log by the roadside.
 e.Good evening, Bob he said, as l came opposite him. Going away soon, hear
 A fortnight hence replied, not stop pinr in my walk. Seeing this, he jumped up from the log and came after me.
 "'Stop, Bob he commanded. Stop! I've something to say to you and want to say it tonight now because I'm going away 'in the morning.
 .'Well, what is it ? said, stopping, Tn in 8 hurry
 "sYes, yesl And you are truly going tc America r he asked once more in musine sort of a way, and looking at me from toe tc head sAnd-and-confound you. is Bess going with your
 "sYesr
 Do you know, Bob Campbell, that loved that girl, that. love her nowf and she said
 's.There, there, don't tell me your secrets {! cried, with wish in my heart to get peace ably away from the fellow, who, it was plain to me- had been drinking.
 "' But I aeiu tell thee. Why not listen quietly until I've done. loved her and told her so. And she refused me but did not tel me that she loved you. That l found out yesterday She threw me of for your baby face and the few pounds you've begged or
 "' Stopi I conlmanded, pushing him away from me. I'll hear no more of such vile stuff, and I walked off But had not gone thres steps when felt his arms -clasped around m, waist, holding my arms close to my side.
 "'You shall hear me, curse you ' he shout ed, close to my ear T have waited for you t, tell you that hate you-hate you becaus you are going to take away from me the onl, woman on earth can love. You needn't tr, to get away. Be still, or will kill you S long as live you will have an enemy. 1ou't better remember that.
 Just then heard the rumbling of a wag on coming towards us. He heard it too, ana for a moment stood and listened. Then, witl an oath he suddenly whirled me round ana struok me three heavy blows full in the fac, with his huge fist, knocking me senseless t the ground. When ] opened my eyes again a farmer, a neighbor of ours, had my head ol his knee, and was wiping the blood from m, face the rascal had given me one blow tha had cut open my cheek, and left a mark unti this day. Tom Brinton had run like a dee across the fields, the farmer said. Anyhow that was the last seen of him in the neighbor hood as long as I remained. Bess and wer married, and came to America as happy ant loving couple ever crossed the waters When landed in New York my pocket wa picked of all my money-the few pounds hat saved to buy me a little land-and I wa friendless It was an awful time that followed sir
 After this misfortune I tried to obtain work Now and then got job that gay, me enough to buy us a little food. But wha could l. a farmer and & farmers son, do in great city that needs artisans, not farmers It was a hard and bitter struggle for life. had just got place as porter. at good wages when--when-my dear, darling Bessie-whel she-she died''
 After Bessie's death, he continued, witl a shudder, Il took to liquor just to stop think ing, to have an easy spell. But I only mad matters worse, and finally, after a touch of tn tremens, went on board ship and sailed t. Cape Town, in Africa. It was five years be fore got back to America. I was tired O sailing and of life but not having the COW ardice to commit suicide though was alway wishing myself dead, struggled along as O old, to get my daily bread. Drifting hithe and thither, working week in one place, month in another, finally brought up as