National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1868-05-01


but Pm raising a dollar subscription
for a poor musician who has just
broken his arm. OF course may
depend on you y
Mrs. Wharton cOlOred. Il will
send it round in the morning.
That wort do saiG Mrs. Fitz-
gerald Struggling her shoulders. Il
am determined to settle the business
to-day
Il am sorry,' said our mortified
heroine, but have not a dollar in
the house,
Mrs. Fitzgerald bowed coldly-
evidently she did not believe the
prOtestatiOn--and Mrs. Wharton
saw her enter her coure and drive
away, with the comfortable cOnsciou-
mes, that she would be invited to no
more of Mrs. Clarence Fitzgerald's
delightfully."- exclusive parties.
Mrs. Wharton said the cook,
'tht re is a boy at the door from the
fruiters has an elegant pine apple
Mrs. Pepper sent round.'
1T will be the very thing want
for desert said Mrs. Wharton, 'how
much is itr
"A dollar, ma'am.'
Once more the everlasting dollar !!
Mrs. Wharton bit her lip with vexa-
ton.
Tell him to leave it. Bridget, and
will call and settle it Tomorrow
He says, ma'am, Mrs. Delton
wants it, if We don't happen to hare
the money handy. Pine apples don't
go beggin' this season of the year.
Let Mrs. Dalton have it then !;
l'll never buy another article OF Pep
per-
Mrs. Wharton was considerably
annoyed.
TO think a dollar should he such
useful thing" she muttered to her.
self taking mp her portfolio.
A half finished letter lay there
one to her sister, who was the wife
of clergyman out West, with a
flock of little childron around her.
The last words she had written
were, Il send you dollar to buy a
doll tor the baby-my little name
sake
How provoking" she exclaimed,
Il can't even finish the letter for the
lack of the everlasting dollar"
She leaned back in the velvet
cushions of her chair, and drowsily
watching the blaze and listening to
the patter Of the rain against the
window, fell fast asleep.
Where was shes In the spectre.
boat Of Charon, gliding over the
Styx-and, as the bark touched the
shores of the OF her world, the CHASTITY
toll gathering extended his hand, re
lentlessly: Your fare if you please
ma'am.'
Mrs Wharton had her fare ready
she handed it up, eager to pass
through the Gates where she could
see the musical wave of PALM trees
ard the sparkle Of glittering tides
that flowed beneath the shadow.
Short by dollar, ma'am-short
by the single dollar you cheated tho
poor seamstrcss out of. You can
not eiltefe
Mrs. Wharton drew a hundred
dollar bill out. The grim Ccrebu:
shook his head:
If you had ten thousand, it woult
not do. Nothing will serve our pur
pose but that one dollar
Charon turned the boat briskl.
round-Nrs. Wharton was openin;
her lips to utter u wild cry of an
guished pleading-she woke up.
|, She shuddered; somehow the dol
,, lar had assumed preternaturall
large dimensions!
Charles! Charlesr how welc0m
were the footsteps of her husban
upon the stairs.
"Well, what is itf
half a dozen of 'em if you want
! .But 1 only want one--a one do
y, lar bill.'
He gave it to her r-she rang tn
bell.
John, ] want YOU to put on you
India rubber cloak and take thi
i bill around to Mrs. Leggett tell ht
= it is what owe herr
y John departed, and Mrs. Wharto
p breathed more easily.
perhaps they will let me in IL
q Gates now,' she said dreamily.
3 My dear, what do you mean =
- demanded her astOnished husban
4 And Mrs. Wharton told him Il
- story of her days adventures, ~
the dream that had closed them.
% . 'llelen, said her husband. grav
! ~ 'let this be lesson to never ne
!, lect the Just dues Of the poor.
= dollar is not much to us-tO them
y may he the last frail bulwark h
,r tween them and starvation,'
=. But there was no danger Of MI
y Wharton ever SOrgetting the less
20 20 she had received.
Y, OVER THE MOUNTAINs.--It Is 8
Or interesting fact that on Thursd
~, last tha summ!t rail In tho path