Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-07-04
THE ATTIC LOGGER.

Inc C1llOr uVeu on the second moor,
and did his best to make living for
his wife and four children.
Down stairs the small tobacconist
lived in a state of perpetual anxiety
about the tailor's rest, which he gener
ally gave up piecemeal and with groans
as people give up their teeth, not be-
cause he did not wish to pay all his
bills, but because of shortness Of
funds common to many people.
Up in the attic lived the single lod.
ger, Of whom no one knew anything
His name was Smith but what did that
tell, when it was so common He was
lean and had hollow cheeks and anxious
eyes. What his business was, or if he
had any, no one knew. Perhaps he
wore linen, only no sign of it was per-
wore stockings. The poor apothecary
of Romeo and Julietput the tobacconist
in mind of his attic ledger when, hav.
ing been presented with tickets by a
theatrical ledger, he went to spend an
evening with Shakespeare.
He amt like IN his face, though, :"
said Mrs. Tobacconist, his clothes fit
too good, Mr.. Smith, that's ALL"
1t was an acute remark Mr.. Smiths
clothes did fit him "too good" mas
much as they we're few sizes too small
for him. AS for business, he seemed
to have none. At noon he went ont
for a loaf Of bread and pitcher of
beer. After twelve o'clock he disap-
peared until midnight, when he let
himself in with latch-key and went to
bed without a candle.
"And for oil he told any one about
himself" said the tobacconist's wife,
che might have been a ghost"
"But he's civil spoken" said the
tailor's wife, to whom he always said,
Excuse me, ma'am," when he found
her Atop on the staircase, in a puddle
of soap and water, which, always made
the blackboards blacker than before,
and was obliged to wade through the
flood with bread aud beer. And tho
tailor's wife, who had lived at service
in her youth, even ventured to hint to
her husband that she thought Mr..
Smith was a gentleman. However this
fancy the tailor crushed with a curse,
"Gentlemen don't wear any such coat
as that, Sally"
Poor little tailor, he sat cross-legged
on his board and stitched and measured
men by their coats. If he had meas
ured or even mended more coats, it
wonld have been better for him and his
brood. Times seemed to grow worse,
custom less, the money harder to get.
When the little man read in his morn
lng's paper Of men who had shot them
selves, or taken laudarum, he wonder
ed whether they had four children with
hearty appetites, and prospect of hav-
ing nothing for them to eat some day.
Not that he thought of killing himself:
besides, he had been told by his clergy
man that suicide was wicked but he
couldn't help thinking. And that civil
lodger in the attic, how did he fare p
One night when Sally, who had been
mending and washing and ironing and
patching the family rags and patches
all day, was economically using up the
fire by baking loaf of bread in the
stove oven, she heard tile lodger come
in. He went up stairs and paced tho
floor. He came ont in the entry and
crenked on the stairs. He seemed as
restless as a Gagged tiger, and he had be-
haved just so for three nights, instead
of retiring at once, as the tailor's fam
lily knew he generally did by the creak
ing and swapping Of his bedstead.
"What can all him p said Sally, a.
she took her bread out of the oven ant
picked it with a straw, finding it done
"What can all him7 I hope he aim
sick nor nothing; he's so civil poo
dear"
Then Sally listened again.
IL declare he'e coming down." sh'
said. He must be sick; and there III
is knocking law!'
Then she opened the door.
The lid of the stove was off, and tn,
red light flashed upon hungry fac,
with hollow checks and sunken eyes
It almost frightened the taiior's wife
The gaunt hand stretched itself OF,
and Il voice said family:
"Madamc, know you have kin,
heart, l am so hungry. It's three
days since ate anything; and I-'lon'
want t., die"
"Law! ! should think not, said Tn.
woman. "Wi,y, law me, I'm ", sorry
And ] suppose yo,, can't get lob
, Law! why d" take it. amt got notl,
ing else. You see we're pretty 200
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