National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1868-10-09
that a man can't have five minutes
peace in his own hOusev

glance Mr.. Dalton discovered that
she was an entire stranger to him.
what can | do for you, madam 2
he asked, advancing towards the
fireplace and rubbing his hands.
'Mr. Dalton,' said the woman,
little nervously; Il have come to ask
favor of YOU
"A favor 2 Visions of borrowed
money, houses let at halfrates, and
extensions of credit, fitted through
the rich mans mind.
yes, sir, a tayor. You dent know
who / am. Ny name is Margaret
Lindsay, and | am a taioress by
trade. My husband is employed in
your iron foundry by the river, as a
nighthand, and we live in the blCck
adjoining your big tenement house,
Il don't doubt it, Mrs. Lindsay;
but what favor can | possibly have
III my power to grant You "
1T is this, sir. | understand you
are about to let the store on our cor
ner to Michael Dennis, tor--tor a
drinking place
i am certainly about to let it 10
Mr.. Dennis,' said Mr.. Dalton, rather
stlllly.
'Oh, sir, let me beg of You to re-
consider your decision : ctied the
woman, eagerly.
And why (! questioned the aston
ished landlord.
4 will tell YOU why. sir. Five
Years ago that store was used for a
drinking saloon. My husband is a
good, Kind man, but he is weak, sir.
and falls easily into temptation.-
That wide open door, yawniug like
pit of destruction, those CANDY
windows filled with the liquid poS.
on that destroys not only the body
but the SCul--oh, sir, they led him
astray. The temptation was too
near to be reSiSted--he could not
pass it dag a.tcr day--and he fell !!
" ell. sir, talked to him--l prayed
by his bedside, but it did no good,
until finally DENNIS moved, to set
up his acCurscd trade IN some other
spot. From that moment, sir, date
my happier life. For liye Years there
has been no steadier workman, no
kinder husband than Thomas Lind,
say. But, now--oh, sir if the old
stumbling block is to rise once more
in onr pathway
She checked herself, lest the re-.
pressed sohs should break forth.
My good woman, all this is eX.
ccedingly illogicul,' said Mr.. Dalton,
walking hack and forth in a dis
tubed manner. with his hands in
4 his pockets. If your husband can.
not control himself, | do not see that
| am obliged to become responsible
for him
Sir faltered the poor woman,
'thc blessed Apostle says them that
are strong ought to bear the indrm
itieS of the weak "
.Oh-yeS-ycS-of course, | know
all that, but this is hardly an occa-
SION for the quoting OF Scripture =
regret very much that have no
more time to devote 10 you to might,
/ Mrs. Lindsay, and
'lou refuse my prayer, sir "
1T is quite out Of the question for
me to listen oit. ma'am. The whole
thing is none Of my business. Good
evening"
And Mrs. Lindsay went ont into
the storm and tempest. feeling thai
the last straw OF hope to which she
had clung, was being rudcIy wrestet
from her.
What did the woman want, III,
dear. asked Mrs. Dalton, as her huS
band returned upstairs with a dis
turOcd cuuntcnance.
'Oh, nothing-nothing-it was
mere business affair said Mr.. DaI
ton, as he took up his newspaper
q do think People grow more an,
more unreasonable the longer the,
live. That'sright, kitty--sing some
thing, and play "
1t was about Il month alterwarl
, that MIR. Dalton, sitting in his littl
office at the iron foundry, bethough
/ himself that he had not lately see
, Thomas Lindsay about the place.
= 'OrmeS,' he said to his manager
, 'what has become of that Scotc
!. fellow, Lindsay 2
{ Lindsay ! oh, he is dead
5 Dead =
'fes--got to drinking, and on
i night when he was going home irol
| the foundry, half seas over, he te
under the wheels of an omnibus,an
f was instantly killed. He WASH
$ much loss to the foundry since Ii
| had fallen into the way of drinking
Mr.. Dalton tclt II sharp pan,
+. something akin to rcmorsc, aS h
remembered Margaret Lindsay
pale face aud pleading voice. Bl
/ he stroye TO throw ii off,
f Pooh it is no fault of mine 7 |
muttered. only I'm sorry tor Il
h wldow.--but then the world is full ,
l. widows, after all, and this indiyid
al case is no harder than u score
!. othersn
/ so the years passed on, aud the
q was stoop IN Percy Dalton's shot
Il ders, and the silver threads bcga
c. to CLEAN through the shining ban,
Is of his wle's 'bonnie brown hair
II Percy said Mrs. Dalton, ol
evening as they sat together |
It their hcarthstonc, 'havc you ev
doubted the expediency of our sen