New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-07-21


down to wait, as the Roman in his dungeon
sat down to meet the assassin who was sent
to dispatch him.
eve must be sold up, Polly. If old Man
sell chooses to put the law In force what
am to do r.
Polly was almost as hopeless as her
father. The only cheerful person about
her as young Ben, who quoted generous
bits Of stage plays and poetry, and ALWAYS
declared that, By a p0eticaI justice, the
good man, nine times out Of ten, came up
all right in the play.
"Ah! but The play isn't the world, Ben
I've heard say it's great deal worse"
mo, IT isn't. Polly. You shall go to it
when we are married"
Don't talk so, Ben returned Polly
"How can you' It's hard hearted, it is,
Ben; and father so troubled and cut up. /
wish it were all over"
What the marriage, Polly" said Ben,
drYly
mo; the dreadful bill, you cruel wretch,
you. There's one comfort she said, fash
ing at him an indignant and reproachful
look; you'll have to marry a beggar."
"Law " said Ben, lis that all! She'll
never be beggar when she's my wife and
God gives me strength and health. Polly,
don't cry. If that was all it would be well.
And if had thousands now, Polly, they
should be yours
81 wish you had, Ben" cried Polly, with
a gulp a~d a sob.
81 don't. I'd rather you'd take me Tor
nothing. All for love, Polly; for true love.
It's the best thing in the world and never
wears out"
And then, with true delicacy, born of his
poetic temperament, Ben SO oomfOrted Polly
that while he was there, at least, the young
girl felt braEs and comforted.
ain the meantime M ~ 70
press his suit, which was not the kind of
cloth that Ben was, and offended Polly NOR
tally. He, as Polly might have well known,
might have helped her; but he made her
love, in his obscure hints, a condition, and
Polly flung away from him in disgust. And
yet what power has money POIly's two
lessons to Miss Sally. StOker produced some
fifteen shillings a week-and this was the
gold and silver band which held Polly to
her engagement, and also to enduring
keach's presence.
That gentlemen himself mortified by
Polly,s refusal, glOatod over the coming
misfortune of her father. all the more so as
be found out, by ocular demonstration, that !
Polly had preferred a plebian young boot |
maker to an aristOCratic banker, The no. |
lion that they who made sound boots could |
be preferred 10 those who took care of other !
peoples money in banks-which sometimes !
cracked and let the money run Out-was, |
le observed to himself, absolutely revolu- |
iOnary.
"Tu be revenged,' - said Reach to himself
III put spoke into his wheel"
When one Is awaiting great trial-and
o the honest saddler this was indeed one
he sooner it is over the better. AS the
Ime approaches a sort Ofdesperate courage
given one; and poor old Pikerton, who |
you'd be broken man on the morrow, was
bsOluteIy brave and ready one on the
vening before the fatal day, He balanced
is books, made everything as clear as dav-
ght, performed the place of a bOv and |
wept up the shop and polished the snatf1es
nd cur9s himself, as if, with the presenta-
on of the bill, one of the commissioners in
ankruptCy and file of policemen would
ak into his little shop and declare him
lined.
Now, father, it's all ready, said Polly
letuIly. with a sad smile. Ready, if
ley come at six in the morning"
re twelve"
Don't talk of it, father. Let Us have
me tea 1t was little past six o'clock
ID Fullerton was as obedieut as a child.
oily led him III and poured out his tea. and
oOd up to say grace. Now all was to pass
ON him, the old man looked round the
room with a sigh and a groan
Id thought how dear it was to him. 9dis |
)me had never looked so we'll before-so
'mely, yet so neat and comfortably warm, |
- w thank Thee for this, our daily bread" I
Id Polly, with tears in her voice. I
" we have wept, and we have not been +
we have prayed, and we have |
vagely. !
Don't, father" said his daughter. I'M :
Qlrlngly. Gracious what's that ?" c
Rap, rap. How both started. f was the t
stman,. who was IN the middle of the s
OPP, with a registered letter. With trem- t
ing fingers Polly signed for it. and took Y
n; What's this, father p she said. r
Nothing: some pertikler order for sad. t
es, with drawings; them swells think I
erything belonging to them valuable" \
IL was JUST one week before Christmas D
y; Tor bills viii come due, through feasrs i
q fasts-eXcept on the free days and the "
Y bank hOlidays-and sometimes new 81
idIes were made up as presents; so the N
man was not perhaps, so far out. e:
Let me open the letter, if it's business" s.
d Polly. forcing a CheerfuIness. and S
ing down, after closing the glass door of Il
partition. How nice and red and III
rm Postm1len do look, Do you like your fl
father p M
Pretty well, my dear; perhaps it's the 81
we may have: yes they are drawings" 1t
On. my Oh, father, dear father look
e u. She opened the letter, found two VI
cards, which caused the old saddler to r
er. his remark, and then, unwinding the hi
ng which bound them pretty tightly, pu
neu SIX new, crisp, charming -lOOkiny US
'es OF c0pper-pIate engraving worth al ! ne
u nifty pounds each, for they were bank Su
as. be
hen old Pilkerton fully comprehended
{ they were real, he laid down his bit of
Id and butter, smOOthed his hands uDon
apron, and fell down on his knees, crv-
900 forgive me for my wicked haste" o5t
4 ne gave way to torrent of tears in
en- Polly Joined him, laughing and chok- thu
IN the meanwhile, with one hand rOund de!
meek, or sometimes patting his back. NE
lie she said, Cry away, father, it will ito
Ou good" etc
lristmas came and went: the bill was COZ
" O!d Plnkerton wanted to rush at hOi
to old Mansell, waving his notes over Civ
head; but Polly told him to bear him me
IKE a man-to change some OF the see
s, and to await the clerk. wa
very gentlemanIy young man called Def
presented the bill, just about twelve; dit
reOn Pinkerton took him into his glass suf
'oard; and POly-'"My clerk, sir = get
uced the money from the desk. and il tur
)peared at once in a black leathern strI
etbOOk, chained round the Young GEN ries
ans waist. Then the old man cot his mir
ana, when the clerk was gone, tore it Ma
fragments, and vowed he would never | sen
d contract nor draw bill again. His tOu
was not shut up. A customer, more turt
ShtfuI than the rest, paid his bill, and agir
our old saddler in possession of some alta
money; and, to Kcach's disappoint- bus
, Polly got another engagement. and l
mined to give up her friend Sally for
sr--after finding out that it was not, as and
long protested that it must bios
nat generous man the D. D. who had flow
she'd the money. flow
lat's a mystery. father.v said lPnllr. a nl