Litchfield enquirer., 1869-02-18

ascending Glad of the opportunity, he
 stepped aside with his best manners. anC
 said:-
 2as' am sorry offended you this evening ] Idid not know the boy was your brother. ! : o siri' she returned-for to one in hel ] position, Stephen Archer was gentleman
 had he not a shop of his own ?- you didn 1 fhurt him much; only I'm so anxious te
 save him. 's'lee sz1 Id -s'4iss ss e4i5l se- : To be sure. returned Stephen. that i, the one tIkng needful. z F. Yes, sir slie rejoined. v I try hard
 but boys will be boys i'@4 ..s-s'a s s1 stas There IS but one way, you know, saia Stephen, following the words with cer
 tain formula which I will not repeat. =. I The girl stared. I don't know abou 1 that, she said. What want is to keeT him out of prison. Sometimes I think
 shant be able long. Q sir! if you be the gentleman that goes about here, could n'
 you help me? I can't get any thing fol
 him to do, and l can t be at home to lool
 after him. --&'st +7-.. ~ @ - 1 st What is he about all day, then?'
 lie' The streets she answered. T don'
 know as he s ever done any thing he ought
 not to do, but he came home once in .a fright, and breathless with running, that ]
 thought he'd ha' tainted. If I could only
 get him into place!' '"'' Do you live here? he asked.
 ,' Yes, sir; I do.' ' I At the moment half -bestial sound be-
 low, accompanied by uncertain footsteps, announced the arrival of drunken brick layer. 1 'a's @a.'s 5-' $ 5' .'z '7' '' l -. There's Joe Bradley she said, in some
 alarm. Come into my room, sir, till he's
 gone up; there's no harm in him when he's
 sober, but he ain t been sober for a week nov .@so E1' la ssil z0s s.'. e4 Ssss Ss2f b'1 Stephen obeyed; and she, taking key from her pocket and unlocking door on
 the landing, led him into a room to which his back parlor was a paradise She offer
 ed him the only chair in the room, and
 took her place on the edge of the bed, | which showed a clean though much worn
 patchwork quilt. Charley slept on the bed, and she on a shake-down in the cor.
 nsr. The room was not untidy, though the walls and floor were not clean; indeed,
 there were not in it articles enough to
 make it untidy withal. -@A aa. c34zl Where do you go on sundaysY asked I Stephen. - 5" Nowheres. I ain't got n nobody she added, with a smile, to take me no where's, .a515 E ai fsas .tI d1.sla '. e.soE What do you do, theu?xe ez.s.sre e
 I've plenty to do meading of Charley s trousers. You see they're only shoddy, and as fast as l patch lem in one place they're out in another
 But you ought n't to work Sundays.'
 I've heard tell of people as you say you ought Tt to work of a Sunday; but where g the differ when you've got brother to look after? He ain't got no mother.'
 But you're breaking the fourth com- mandment; and you know where people go that do that. You believe in hell, I suppose. f.vrs ras,i fa1 ..e sesff .--f
 " always thought that was a bad word. ,
 r To be sure! But it's where you'll go if you break the Sabbath .iasls sIszr ~.a .s'' Q sir! she said, bursting into tears, T don't care what comes of me if could on- Fly save that boy
 t' What do you mean by saving him?' '' : Keep him out of prison, to be sure. I should Tt mind the workus myself, if I could get him into place .. -.,.s,<.e.a a
 place was her heaven, a prison her hell. Stephen looked at her more attentively. No one who merely glanced at her could help seeing her eyes first, and no one who regarded them could help thinking her nice-looking at least, all in shabby cot ton dress and black shawl as she was. It was only the .'penury and pine that kept her from being beautiful. Her features
 were both regular and delicate, with an anxions mystery about the thin tremulous lips, and beseeching look, like that of an animal in her fine eyes, hazy with the trouble that haunted her mouth. Stephen
 had the good sense not to press the Sab- bath question, and by degrees drew her story from her. stsal E 9.IE .tla8 Her father had been watchmaker, but, giving way to drink, had been, as far back as she could remember, entirely depend ent on her mother, who, by charing and jobbing. managed to keep the family alive. Sara was then the only child, but, within 8 few months after her fathers death, her mother died in giving birth to the boy. With her last breath she had commended | him to his sister. Sara had brought him up how, she hardly knew. He had been everything to her The child that her mother had given her was all her thought.
 Those who start with the idea that people with naught are naughty whose eyes are offended by rags, whose ears cannot dis tinguish between vulgarity and wicked ness, and who think the first duty is care for self, must be excused from believing that Sara Coulter passed through all that
 had been dereed for her without losing her simplicity and purity. But God is in the back slums as certainly as perhaps to some eyes more evidently than-in Belgravia-
 that which was the burden of her life namely, the care of her brother-was hei salvation. 3 After hearing her story, which he had to draw from her, because she had no impulse to talk about herself, Stephen
 went home to turn the matter over in his
 mind. S1o EG aggsaa si ! feadz-F a@a
 The next Sunday, after he had had his dinner, he went out into the same region, and found himself at Sara's door. She vas busy over garment of Charley's. who was sitting on the bed with half loaf in This hand. io When he recognized Stephen, thejnmped down, and would have rushed from the room, but changing his mind, possibly because of the condition of his
 lower limbs, he turned, and springing into
 the bed, scrambled under the counterpane, and drew it oyer his head. i. s, as.5s f1g-.. Ham sorry to see you working on Sun day. Stephen said, with an emphasis that referred to their previous conversation. You would not have the boy go naked?' she returned, with again touch of indig-
 nation. She had been thinking how easi- E man of Stephens social position could get him . place if he would Then recol- lecting her manners, she added, I should get him better clothes if he had 8 place. Y0ss aoid Gharlov s frrsy,,s n ', tI, :,