St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1868-01-24

bonnet and shawl and leave your room to
your father
Il will, | will, anything!" was her re-
ply. "Heaven bless you for your noble
heart"
BY this time we heard the murmur of
voices, so l knew we should be protect
ell if the man attempted to prevent our
departure. When Margaret was ready
| opened the door and the foul thing fell
his full length on the floor, while the
lodgers gathered about, some to see the
'fun," others with sad and earnest faces
Margaret shrank behind me, for fear of
meeting her fathers gaze.
"Where's Mag p he asked, endeavor-
ing, though unsuccesstully, to rise
''Niver ye mind where she is, replied
Pats mother. you're baste, that 5
what We are, and the sooner ye kill yer
sci, the better, Here Nike" she con-
tinued, Reckoning to her husband who
WAS hastenins TO the scene of action,
''Just yc tackle the baste and put him to
bed where it's a pity he don't stay and be
done wild ii
Mike was evidently a man of muscle,
for though Seymour struggled, his efforts
TO defeat Mixes object was unavallipg,
and soon the miserable creature lay
stretched upon that bed which a short
time before had been occupied by Mar
garet. What contrast . yet they were
father and daughter Maggie covered
as the oaths poured from her parent
mouth. 1t was horrible.
''Surely we can now leave" | said to
Pats mother, who stood near bv, ex-
pressing her disgust i'll Il very emphatic
manner Il wish to take this poor girl
home with me, where she will be well
cared for, if you and Il few other good
women will have an eye to her room and
TO her father"
''Ilave an eye? sure I'll have two on
him he's good for tin hours, I'll take
my oath Mike here will see 10 him,
and promise ye he shan't walk oft wild
any o oMaggie's things. bad luck TO him .
If its rum he wants, he'll have to work
for it isn't out o her earnings he'll get il
if can help it. Och, wouldn't L like
10 give it to him ~
1t was easy TO see that Margarets in
terest would be watched over by friends;
so hesitating no longer, dragged the un-
fortunate gtrl out OF the room, and hal
/ leaning, halt supporting her, finally ar
rived at my house. She was more deaf
tlaE aliyc-an automaton that did ol
at least tried TO DO what she was told
and was as exhausted as such an expe
ricncc would be likely to produce upon
a woman unused TO the miseries of pow
erty.
Two weeks later, for, dnring this pc
riod, Margaret was i'll the fever of deli
rum, l heard the following history tron
her own lips. Even then, anxious as
was TO learn the past OF an interesting
and unhappy girl whom fate seemed t'
have Intentionally thrown in my hand,
endeavored 10 persuade her to defer ;
narration that feared might bring on ;
> relapse; but Margaret plead earnest,
to be heard, that | mi oht know who an'
what she was, and at last consented
Not few kind friends had called IN
mad because | had merely been decent,
Christian and done unto another AS
!. would have had that other do unto me
Some good souls, good hecau>c they g
regularly to church-thry never knew
what it WAS to want-an opera box =
laughed deri>ively, and said | shoul
miss my spoons when the girl recover
ed. Yes, SO ignorant are many OF physl
: ognomy, that their eyes know not til
, difference between truth and talsehood, AN
they had rather run the risk OF doing IL
, retrievable wrong TO one OF Gods III
fortunate creatures, than loSe-a spoon
{ This is a sad commentary on the religio
OF the nineteenth century,
"You see before you" said Margare
t holding my hand and carcs,ing it wit
grateful affection, lone who, though nC
: vet twcrtv, has never known what it W;
to be young. Do you realize how 81
? it is to have had no youth to see an
hear girls and boys laughing and singir
D and dancing. and to feel as though yo
Il belonged to another world where ever,
Q thing is dark and drcary and where 10
cannot enter sometimes think al
| other existence must mean heaven to n
+ | have had so much of hell i'll this worl'
Justice is inevitable, the good book tel
t. me, and with this faith l have endure
o what otherwise would have killed me
. for oh, dear lady, am not strong. y
IL unkind look will make me wretched tC
days. Think, then, how much worse
q, receive unkind blows.
e My mother was simple country 81
d a beauty she was callcd-very delica
IS and fair. Being an orphan she was az
i opted by wcll-to-do relatives who, alth
: they gave her very little of the love AZ
1t sympathy her sensitive nature requlre'
l Ny father was dashing fellow, the 81
: of farmer and the most popular your
= man in the village. lie was generou
handsome and possessed very winnil
l. manners. 1t was not surprising the
1t when he paid my mother particular q
II tention, that she became interested in hii
9. Her family dislikcd him. They said tn
r whenever Jacob Seymour went to Ne
N York he INDUCED in wild dissipatio
y, But what did my simple minded moth
l. believe OF these stories, coming as tn
., did from those who gave her no love
lie What did she know of dissipation
is that she saw of her lover was devotio
ii all that she heard of him elsewhere W
re praise and she clung with all her hung
h. heart to the one being in the world IL
TX answered her needs. They became c
gagged. Greatly indignant, my mothe
ne family assured her if she married m