The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1869-03-25

change, be said TO the landladyi
81 owe you something, Mrs. Smith.
Please to make it all square That
man, - and he pointed a seorBfu finger
at bis enemy, sis thief! come here
no more; that man is thief. He got
three months for robbing his master
ten years back Let him deny it---let
him deny it !"
Pale, ghastly, and struck as by death
the wretched man stood there and de-
MED nothing. They all stared, and he
denied nothing. They looked askance
at him, and he denied nothing 1t was
true. He had been a thief once
and once only-for he was one of the
very few men who, having thus fallen
rise out of, and triumph over their sin.
He was honest now, and therefore the
discovery and the shame were too
much for him. He skunk away with
rage and grief in his heart, and was
Geen in the public house no more. Nor
was this all. His story spread. His
wife, on learning it reyiled him his
children got to be ashamed Of him; the
whole world, be thought, had in some
sort turned against him He could not
bear this new lot He rose early one
morning, went out, and never came
back. And the saddest part of this
sad story is that his triumphant enemy
never repented his share in his neigh.
boris ruin. ...... rr ....
These two men who could have
lived at peace SO easily if they had but
been a little farther apart, could not
resist the opportunities for dislike and
animosity which vicinity threw in their
way. And what is true of hatred is
happily also true of love. Natures
which might have remained languidly
wrapped up in Self-indulgenCe forever
are reused to generous exertion and
Self-forgetfulnesS by the same close re-
lation.
A few years ago there came to a lit
tie county town of England lady
whom we shall call Miss Jennings.
This was not her name, indeed, but her
story is true one, and that is the only
matter of interest in this case. She
came to take possession of a little
house and of a hundred a year, both of
which she had inherited through the
death of an uncle whom she had never
seen, aud who had never done her a
kindness. She tried to mourn for him
but size could not. She also tried in
her conscientiousness to be grateful to
him, but she soon found out that her
gratitude for the deceased was all for
his dying just as she was worn out
with labor. Miss Jennings was too
honest to make believe that she was
grieving; she was too good to rejoicei
so she put on black clothes, took lit
tie maid-servant to wait upon her and
to keep her company, and settled down
in her own house for the first time in
her life. ,3.. .E.s ...fG -a.
There is an age when sel6shness is a
delicious feeling, whatever moralists
may say. Miss Jennings had been
tossed about in London till home had
lost its meaning for her And now
she had her own home and she could
live and die in it, For years she had
goue out early and come in late, and
now she could sit within the whole day
long if it so pleased her. Instead Of
the three plants in flower pots, which
the first frost always killed, Miss Jen-
nings had her own garden, And to
make her happiness complete, Miss
Jennings could now indulge in what
had been the day-dream of her latter
years-a painted glass window, 1t is
all very well to deride such simple
longiDgs, but you see they often come
when others depart. Miss Jennings
had had brighter dreams once-dreams
of husband, home, and children, and
when these withered away before the
chill breath of old Father Time, she
took refuge in harmless fancies. OF
these the painted glass window was
the last, and Miss Jennings was a proud
and happy woman when it was put up
in the landing, and gold and ruby and
sapphire hues fell on the staircase car
pet. 81 shall always think Of my poor
uncle when | look at that window
thought Miss Jennings in the warmth
of her gratitude to the dead. And SO
she did think of the old gentleman
faithfully if not tenderly, and thus the
little landing window got to be a sort
of memorial window, and perhaps il
was as true and as religious in its way
as many of its more ambitious breth-
ren, displaying their dim gorgeous
ness in solemn old cathedrals.
This pleasant, selfish little life had
lasted through the summer time, aud
winter was beginning with new series
of delights, under the shape of cosy
evenings by the freside, a bright lamT
on the table, and a three-volume move
in the fat white hands of the plumr
Miss Jennings, who leaned back in thC
most comfortable OF arm-chairs to reaG
it, when next door neighbors stepped
in and blotted out the fair picture. o.
a dreary, snowy evening, when tht
wind blowing so gustily without, made
the comfort within doublye pleasant,
Miss Jennings, who was gently nod
ding over love scene, was reused BY
the intimations conveyed by her littl,
maid, that Mr.. Brown, the poor gentle
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