Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1869-12-23

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much AN object II chseity - Sim - y
starving ministft. Good gracious, didn't
his eyes snan thought HSs . much teo
radical = / an too willful Then I said !
hated beggafs, anyway.
Aunt 0axy could say, nothing, advise
Inothiag. She ssw that BY : little judi
'ciom management ON the part of he
lover, this grand finale might have been
aysetsd; but mon are not natural diplo-
matists. And 60, with careless observa.
tion in regard to the weather, she with
drew. Several. days passed and not d
word from Harvey.
sOh, dear, how lonely that poor little
finger looks" said Maggie one day softly
to herself. "It hadn't been there long
enough to leave q ridge, too. reckon
that the next girl that Harvey ia engaged
to will have an easier time with him than
I have. He has learned lesson from
this a. true as you live, Maggie. It's al
ways the way with men; one woman has
to be victimized in order that another
may be decently treated Well, [ am
glad for somebody! Harvey is glorious
fellow sometimes If that fellow does
not send home lay photograph by to-mor
row, am just going to send for it. And
now, Maggie Meredith. if you make q
fool of yourself one minute longer, fol
any biped under the sun, you deserve the
rack You do hate beggars; stick to it
and Maggie surveyed herself in the mir
ror, and promised she would.
"Miss Maggie" said the cook, brea king
in upon her reverie, 'thercs an old mar
down to the door who wants something
to eat and job of light work. Och, he'
eick looking fellar entirely. Will "
be after coming down, Miss z"
Another beggar r unused Maggie
I'm thankful Auntie is out, or niigh
receive a lecture on the beauties of con
sistency. / wasn't born with any OF tina
either. Wellw said she, opening tn
back area door, where the old man stood
"what can I do for you? Cook tells M
you are ill and hungry, and i'll want!
"Yes, Miss" said the old bundle al tat
tiers, in, low. trembling tones
"What is the matter with you = a,'
! Maggie's voice was full Of sympathy.
"Oh nothing but the rheumaiiz. ~
/ bad it all winter. It's all cum do t
take step. But, for the love of mercy
give me a mouthful to eat III alInos
starved"
-"Come in to the kitchen, and we'll Sc
what we can do for you. Cook, get him
good warm.cup of coffee, and whateve
you have got good to eat. Would y9'
like to wash your face and hands y
"Oh yes. ma'am if you please" rcplie'
the beggar. Il was trying to put in som
coal for the folks below, but was obliget
to leave it; hadn't got the strength
Maggie with her own hands placed
basin of water, soap, and towel befor
him poured out his coffee, and set tn
chair to the kitchen table.
"Now eat just as much as you can,
said she, filling his plate. ''How mucl
coal did you put in for the family be
low 2"
ooh, about half ton"
"Well, and didn't they pay you 70
that"
"Oh, no, ma'am," he replied. "Hov
could expect it when l didn't do rs
agreed to 7"
well, that man deserves hanging. II
take my affidavit that it was a man VIII
made that bargain with you, aud Above,
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being paid; no woman would ever serv
q human being SO scurvy trick"
The old man pressed his hand TO hi
face moment and then replied:
ayes, my deat Miss, it was man; bu
then there are very few like you in tn
world
That's SO" she replied, and burst int,
a hearty laugh. Very few like me, yo'
poor sick old man. very few indeed
You would not believe now that l hat,
pegyaie, would you That / have ne
patience with anybody who Is poor, i'll
or unfortunate Oh, pshaw, what in tn
world am l talking aboutS Why. bles
your SOUL, good man, you havn't eater
enough to keep mouse alive. Now tel
me about this rheumatism. Where doe
it trouble you p
"In my knee, Miss :" and the old ma,
again hid his face in his hands.
"Go to my closet" said she to the ser
want, land bring me that big bottle o
liniment. I'll give them real good rub
bling myself. and then You can take tb
bottle home, and battle them two or tire,
times day. Rheumatism must be ter
rible."
Bridget returned with the desired arti
Gle. and Maggie took her seat the floor
Lob, 10, Miss, said the beggar. a strang
/ tremor III his voice, Il cannot permit that.
why, you old soo>e.' said Maggie
laughing, 81 can do you more good In tiv
minutes than you can do yourself in HI
hour. | am used to these things. I've
dozen on my sick list now, Tor whom
have to perform just such Offices. VIVA
are your hands made for, if they are no
to do good With Come, don't be foolish
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie" and III tn
twipkling of An eye, the old gray wig
~hiskers and eyebrows were removed, ant
Harvey Crit nden, his face iradlate,
with JOY. love, and peculiar soul-sati-
faction which Maggie had never seel
before, confronted her, Maggie was hk
one stunned for moment, but quietl,
rallied, and as soon as she could find breatl
between the kisses showered upon her
remarked saucily:
"Humph! Don't you suppose I knew
it was you all the time? Just doing
to show off, that's ALL
But good, genuine burst Of tears tolc
a different story and Maggie, claspec
fondly in her lovers arms, sobbed out he
JOY and repentance. Maggie ia now
wife, but an allusion to the rheumatism
or bottle of liniment, is quite suthcien
to send her blushing from the room.