The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-03-04

your silly little wife how our affairs
stand, and perhaps she may be of
help. We women are very clever
sometimes"
There's not enough to pay more
than half we owe"
Half's something" said Mary
quite cheerfully, though her tears
could be restrained no longer. Per-
haps our landlord will take that and
wait
Read that letter again." said
John despondingly. There's not a
word of hope for US in it from begin
us-cares nothing for US. No doubt
he believes | am humbugging him, or
that I'm lazy. drunken fellow that
would not pay if / could"
" Well, we can undeceive him as to
that, replied Mary. The rector
would write to him, [ am sure, and
say what an honest, sober, hard-work-
ing man you are, john"
True, the rector would do that
I've no donbt, but -"
There you see-there's one of
your fears got rid of; so, pluck up
spirit and go at once to the rectory. F"
8 But that won't pay the money,
and this letter says pay or turn out.
| never could hold up my head here,
if | were to be sold up"
Now, that's not talking bravely,
John" said Mary, " even if the worst
were to come. We have neither been
wasteful nor idle, but it has pleased
God to send us losses and trials, and
it may please him also to help US in
our trouble and affection. To doubt
that is to sim"
1t may BE so, replied John rising
up and kissing his wife's pretty hope
full face.
6 Try and think it soiu be So"
/ will; I'll go at once to the rec
tory and try to think it will be as you
say, Mary" =
Mary brought him his hat and coat.
But the coach will be here in a
few minutes" said John, not half
liking his mission.
[ can attend to the COACH al
ways do In harvest time, and it's not
likely to be much loaded this frosty
day"
So John Welder did as he was re-
quested to do, and with a very heavy
heart went to get his good character
certified at the reetory.
When he was gone Mary sat down
and had one little cry before she re-
sumed garnishing her room in honor
of the coming Christmas. time
She had scarcely finished gathering
up the stray sprigs and putting away
the nasty account books when the
merry notes Of the guards horn pro-
claimed the approach Of the Cardiff
True Blue. When it pulled up at
The Three HorseshOes, Mary saw
that she had conjectured rightly, and
that there were only two outs" and
solitary in left of the load
brought out of London. The roof,
however, was piled with oyster barrels
and small baskets, indicative of
friendly remembrances of country
cousins, and two large trunks studded
with brass nails
A light load to-day, Mr.. Cantor,
said Mary, addressing the coachman,
as he entered the little bar parlor for
the customary glass of ale, though
how he was to drink it, envelOped as
he was in shawls and silk handkeT-
chiefs, seemed somewhat of a mys-
terry.
Yes, my dear" replied Mr.. Can
tor, using the privilege Of the road
and murmuring from the depths Of
his wrappers; but we're booked
full In and out tomorrow. I've
brought you a gent, however, who
talks of stopping the week.
mot Londoner, l hope" said
Mary; they are so fidgety and par
ticular.'
This is a very pleasant gent
quite free and easy. He has talked
all the way doWn-full of anecdotes
chock full"
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