Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1872-04-12

1870 a the Museum last night. She looks
49, 49, = "a ~ wren she Mas On her better
asssSt fIoSkss. bot the girls do say that she
r.Ints Here We are Shan't come 10
and iix Won some campfire! it's awful
csrD.i for Dizzy spells and al!-uther sorts OF
aehes." gt
d aNo, thank you; I shall get on very
veil now. Good-by." There was no drug |
that could medicine poor Lizzie pain; |
only time was capable of softening It ]; |
and who, in the first frenzy Of sorrow, re-
cards such alleviations with anything like |
pleasure Timeworks miracles, but how
Through our own infirmity, by virtue of
our forgetfulness, not by remedying the |
cause. One survives the blow surely, but
who can estimate its effect on the consti-
tuition and temperament? So Lizzie was
left 70 work out her problem alone, and at |
first no solution seemed possible; her love
was SO much part Of herself. SO inter-
woven with every heartbeat. that at first
it appeared utterly beyond her power to
do without that which had sustained her |
through her uphill work How many
times she resolved to be strong, to give up |
once and forever-when he was no longer |
hers to resign--to be brave, and make no |
moro ado. She knew that every tear she |
shed, every sleepless night she spent, |
made the distance greater between them.
inasmuch as they clouded and defaced her
beauty; but all the same the tears fell,
the heavy nights wore on to weary morn
ing; she resigned him to-day only to long
for him inexpressibly Tomorrow. But
what could she do at single combat with
fate.
r. Now Lizzie was SO silly as really to be-
lieve in the power Of gold beads to work
miracles; but did they not constitute part
Of the witchery which had infatuated Lon
At least they were pretty and why should
she not deck herself IN finery, and perhaps
attract her love to its true orbit ? Why not
match charm with charm? Therefore
Lizzie went to work with will, and, as
everybody knows, where there's a will
there's way. Madame Bias had no lon
ger reason to complain Of her--only once,
when Lizzie made a mistake in cutting,
she remarked, briefly, This must come
out Of your wages, Miss Caxton," which
made. things so much harder. But diff
culties only appeared to sharpen her fac.
ulties and quicken her enegies. She had
thought SO much Of the beads that they
0fk00uy 0SSUIItCu y HCtlIiOuS tdluCs SIt
had sort Of superstition that it woult
bring III luck to give them up; moreover
1t would seem to argue an infrmity O
will; and in the mean time the pursuit di
verted her mind. gave her something t.
think Of besides her trouble. She worked
like Trojan; she took in extra sewing
after her day ut Madame BASS was over
and sat up late and rose early. She had
really no idea how much the gold beads
would cost. but she calculated that after
saving fifteen dollars she might have the
.plasure Of going into the jewelers. and
price them. And why should she not spend
her hard earnings in beads. ii she pleased.
rather than in dry-goods and millinery
When our comforts drop away or desert us,
don'twe seek others And II Lizzie expect.
edto find her happiness in gold beads, was
she less wise than we?
You may depend upon it that it was 1
long, long time before her hoard reached
the required amount that she pinched il
her fuel, and boarded herself on oat-mea
porridge, with a pint of blue milk for DIES
sert on Sundays: for the idea of saving
had become kind of mania with her
She met with serious discouragements, t.
be sure, in the shape % pickpockets ant
Ere, but at length the day arrived whe,
ncE Wcch Wd2tS uduC UP t1C Sum AL
Saturday, while she futed and piped ant
gimped the silks and velvets and cash
meres, she was thinking about asking TO
avacation on Monday, and spending thu
morning in selecting her beads, and sh'
was somewhat surprised, withal, that tn,
prospect gave her no greater satisfaction
that her pulses did not quicken in view o
the pleasure. And after the beads-what!
Was she one jot nearer Ions heart thar
in the beginningp Had she not met him
day AFTER day, week in and week ont, and
passed with nod that had never once
ripened into pheasant morning" or II
hope / find you WELL" or handshake
Would gold beads make amends for gold
en- hopes postponed-nay strangled?
"But would not they be better than
nothing? asked Roxy, who was trimming
q silk with thread lace at her elbow.
Lizzie started and rubbed her eyes, had
she spoken her thoughts? "What, the
gold beads ?" she asled, not quite awake
yet.
Gold beads indeed? You hear with
your elbows. Liz. No, diamonds in the
rough We were speaking of Goals"
"Oh, they are twelve dollars a ton
Isn't il odd, ii you can afford to buy LOT
of anything. you get it cheap. but il
you're SO poor you must buy in driblets,
you pay more for the privilege"
"Yes, we were just wondering ii we
couldn't raise some money to buy Goals for
poor Miss Wade. You know she was a
real born lady. as good as any body once
she taught painting and went among folks
that were folks. But her eyes gave out
one day, and she had 10 begin to spend
her savings. aud now she hasn't got dol
lar to bless herself with. She's out of
everything. and as proud as Lucifer. and
won't hear of the home"
Lizzie let Mrs. Shoddy's blue velvet
train slip from her hands upon the floor
$50 poor as that !" said she, beneath her
breath. 'Where does she live, Roxy?"
"She STAYS at No 8 Starvation Lane. up