The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1867-02-07

had not bought this costly trilc.-
However, as II is purchased, l win
send il"
The next day dawncd cleared aud
frosty. Ii was lively enough for those
who sat by comfortable 6res and dined
at luxurious tables, but for the poor
who shared nonc of those advantages,
il was bitter day.
la an attic room, moanly furnish
ed, sat a young lady, pale and thin.
She was shivering over scanty wood
fire, the best she could afford, which
heated the room very insufiicicntly.
She was sewing steadily, shiyering
from time to time as the cold blast
shook the windows and found its way
through the creyices
Poor chiidl Lifc had very black
aspect for her on that wintry day
She was alone in the world. There
was absolutely no one on whom she
could call for assistance, though she
needed II sorely enough. The thought
came to her moro shan once in her
discomfort, " Is it worth living any
longcr?"
Plunged in gloomy thoughts she
continued TO work, All at once a
step was heard ascending the stair.
case which led to her room, Then
there was knock at the door, She
arose in some surprise and opened it.
thinking il must be the landlady or
one of the servants.
She was right. 1t was servHnt.
Here rs letter for you that the
post boy just brought, Miss Morris"
"A letter for me ? F." repeated Hel-
en- Morris, in surprise, taking it from
the servants hand.
Who can have written to me ~
May be it's valentine Miss,
said the girl, laughing. You know
this is Valentines day. More by to-
keu, T,e got two myself this morning
Ono'sa karakter, (caricature) 80 mis-
tress calls it. just look at it"
Bridget exhibited highly embel.
ished pictorial representation of a
female hard at work at the washtub,
the cast of beauty being decidedly
Ilibernian.
Helen Morris laughed abscntly, but
did not open her letter while Bridget
remaiuod-a little to the disappoiut-
ment Of the curious damsel.
Helen slowly opened the envelope
| A hank note of ron lollars droDDod
from it to the floor.
She eagerly read the few words on
the paper" From ST. Valentine"
" Heaven be praised she said,
foldiug her hands gratefully This
sum will enable me to carry out the
plan had in view"
Eight years passed away. Eight
years with their lights and shadows,
their joys and sorrows, They brought
with them the merry voices OF little
childrcn-they brought with them
new made grayes-hOppincss to some
aud grief TO others.
Toward the last they brought the
great commercial crisis of 1857, when
houses that seemed built on rock
tottored all at oaoe to their fall Do
not many remember that time all too
well, whom merchants, with anxious
faces, ran from one to another to So
licit help, and met only averted faces
/ aud distrustiul looks?
il. Aud how was, il it in that time of
universal famine with our friends,
/, tacy & Wilbur?
Up to 1856 they had been doing an
excellent business. They had grad
! ually enlarged the sphere of their OPP
erations, and we're rapidly growing
/ rich, when the crash came. Hf u-
They Immediately took in sail
Both were prudent, and both felt that
this was the time when this quality
was most needed. BY great effort
they had succeeded in keeping up till
the 18th Of February, 1858 0u.that
: morning a note of two thousand dol
t lars came due. This was their last
peril. That surmouuted they would
he able to so on with assured conf
. denco.
But alas this was the rock of
which they had most apprehension,
They had xed their resources to the
r utmost, they had called upon their
D friends, but their friends, We're em-
ployed in takiAg care Of themselves,
and the selfish policy as the one re.
quired then.
Look out for number one," SUI
fp}rceded the golden rule for the time
being.
I =" How much have You got towards
I itY asked Wilbur, as Stacy came at
{ half past IL.
Q "Three hundred and seventy Eve
dollars" was the dispirited reply.
!, "Was thatall you could raise 4? ,
u inquired his partner turning pale.
+. Z" ALI" H
"Are you sure you thought Of every
7 body?" 49,.
=" | have been everywhere. / am
! tagged to death, ;" was the weary re-
tlply of Stacy, as he sank, exhausted
c into chair.
"Then the Blow must come, said
Wilbur with gloomy resignation.
| " | suppose il must agVl
There was silence. Neither felt
inclined to say anything. For six
months they he'd been struggling with
4 the tide. They could see shore, but
G ia the sight Of it they go down.
At this moment uotewas brought
5 in by a bp0 There was no post
mark. Evidently be was q special
messenger.
: Ii was opened at once by Mr.. Will
bur, to whom 1t was directed. ii
I eontaiped these words only:olaa y
: I" Ii Mr.. Wilbur will call imwedi,
ately at No., Fifth Avenue, bs
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