The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-09-02
LET ALL THE ENDS THOU AIMsT At, BE THY GODS,
WAYNE COUNTY, IND. SEP.

one who uses bad language; but
the poor girl I took under my arm
was, az poor Dan said long ago, as
like All angel as could be.
When il rained l took nv um-
brella and one day All honest man,
a carpenter, I think, seeing me
early in a damp place, said:
That's not good for your rheu--
matiz, old lady.
No, sain ].
Come, said he, I'll show you
where you can see the play while
you wait
see a play / screamed. Why
III think myself too wicked to
live.
He laughed.
Your daug ghter-in law acts, saws
he.
Not my fault, says l, old feel
ings creeping back.
Well, now said he, now you see
her there's no grea: harm we'll
wait in as outside.
Perhaps, said I. and somehow
he got me in. and I saw the end Of
the play. for they had on honnets.
the ladies in the boxes. and acted
respectable as they might act in
meeting. and on the stage there was
house and q wood, and skv,
painted, he said, the carpenter, but
thought them real, and she, Chris
tine, opened a door and came out
She saying something as if she
meant it, and the words were good,
and she was sweet as anything
ever saw, in her pretty white dress,
and forgot the whole, but I was
in futter between laughing and
crying before it was over Ard |
heard such stamping like thun-
der.
What is it, asked. The house
amt on fire
It's applause, says he. They
like her playing. Well they may.
looked at him With a question
in my eyes. He looked straight
at me.
Old lady, says he, whatever bad
you've been used to think Of az
tresses, don't think it Of your
daughter.in-law. Nobody else
ever did. Since she came, little,
lonesome orphan, to play small
parts, there hasn't been one wick
ed enough to say . wicked thing
in her hearing. She's as pure and
true as she looks, and don't be
prejudiced against her, old lady.
I'm not, said / with a sob.
Good for you, said he.
And as looked, there she stood.
coutesying the people who ap-
plauded her, and I-I--a Baptist.
Well, no matter. I up with my
umbrella aud pegged away ap-
plauding her, the loudest and hear
test Of them And the pretty
thing looked up and caught my
eyes. and smiled, as bright as q
sunbeam, and it was meat me,
her husbands old mother, and
not at the whiskerando in the
yellow kids and eye glass. though
he thought 40. that my dear girl
smiled as I pegged away with my
umbrella. the tears pouring down
my cheeks like rain. And look ye,
'twssn't the actress I spplau.led so
much as the dear, good, young
woman I'd seen study to learn her
part, when che needed sleep, and
stitch SO over her handsome look
ing dress to save little the good,
true woman, wearing her young
lite away almost for her husband
and the cross old thing who had
insulted her SO often; the woman
that, actress or not, was honest,
aud earnest, and pure, as I know
from my inmost soul. And / was
q deal more Of . Christian as / sat
there than I'D often been in church,
not to compare the places, and l
trust / may be forgiven.
l took her under my arm with a
kiss that night, nnd l took her
home to Dan, and l sat down vita
his hand in one Ot mine, and Tin
ny's In the other. aud emptied my
heart. Ii l couldn't l think it
would have burst
My dear understood me, and we
we're mother and daughter from
that day. Aud she set me, who
thought so much OF myself, au ex-
ample, the girl did. Trusting more,
AID no matter how dark the clouds
looked, seeing Goi's sunlight be.
hind them, and working, and Lop-
ing and p:ay ing, till the struggle
was over, and Dan we'll again. hear
ty as ever, thank Heayen. The
doctor called Il a miracle. Per-
haps 1t was; for isn't it q miracle
that He should answer our poor
prayers p as know he answered
ours-for Tinny's sake.
Dal is rich now, and his wife
never acts, and though Hannah is
well married, shall end my days
With daughter Tinny. She was SO
glad to get rid of he ac ing busi-
ness; because she hated the spirit
Of the pla, house, and the res: of
tue folks were a drinkin', paintin',
swearin' set; and the theatre used
to seem to her just like a whited
sepulchre But il was play or
starve with the poor orphan child
and luckily, she WAS SO good that
even the theatre couldn't spoil her,
for which l thank an oyerrulin'
all the time.
The taxahle valne of hank sharaa