The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1873-09-04

| necessarily neglected. anu nef custom
/ ers grew angry and left her.
Then The baby died. Poor little
babyl
The mother wept bitterly. The faith
er also longed to weep, although chill
! dren were expensive Injuries in that
poor household. Finally the last af-
/ Fiction fell upon the tailOr-a felon
on his right thumb.
4 There was ap end to all, it seemed
10 both. Nothing but the hospital
/ and the atmosphere before them. The
rent was quite unpaid at last, and the
! tobacconist was in fury. He called
| TO give him warning and piece of
/ his mind. On the morrow out he
should go, neck and crop. The tailor
! said nothing. The wife, woman-like,
had her word.
"Where shall We go?" she 0sked.
"We haven't a penny in the worle
alt is nothing TO me where you go, y
said the landlord, $50 that ] get you
out of my rooms. | want them for
honest people"
eWe're Unfortunate, but we never
mean. to be dishonest" cried the wife.
Then her husband, in an angry
word, bade her hold her tongue.
"It's all the same," he said 1--WE
will go tomorrow. And now you go,
Mr.. Landlord"
Then they were left alone, bemoan-
ing their hard fate. There was abso-
lutely nothing to eat in the house"
Sally looked at her empty flour
barrel, at her wretched family, and
then burst into tears.
"It's no use trying any longer" she
4 4 l.. L l.
us. That's all l ask"
She put the children to bed and sat
down upon chair drawn by force of
habit to the hearth of an empty stove.
Her husband, between pain and
anxiety, was less sane. than mad
man. lie paced the floor like tiger,
talking to himself. The bit of tallow
candle burned low, the bitter wind
ratified the easement, the rain beat
against it.
I'VE shall be out in all that to-
morrow" said the man. "We've not
a friend in the world"
"We've got one friend, 1 hope"
said the wife.
ssWho is he?" asked the tailor.
"God," said the woman. maybe
He'll find a way to help us. "We
naV6H I D66A very OdQ, OdHl.
4" Better to have starved before
now," said the tailor. eve haven't
any particular right to expect mira
cles, that know of. Hark What's
that ?" @
ga knock" said his wife, and, trem-
bling lest her landlord should have
returned, opened the door. Without
stood the tall gaunt figure of the
lodger in the attic.
"He's come for some bread, 4" thought
the woman, and amidst her own trou-
BILE she grieVed over the thought of
refusing his appeal. ~
He made none, however. This is
what he said !: Madame, while ago
[ took the liberty of asking you for
bread. Allow me to return the loaf
with thanks" 5vab ato1
So he vanished. A whole fresh
loaf lay in the woman's band. She
carried it in. i5fie4 7isft
+ 'sThis is more than 1 expected" she
said. 9s'You see God is good"
She lifted the side of the candle
stick little. The light flared up.
ii5's Now; metheF, cried a child's
voice from the bed. ''I'm hungry"
Sally broke it in two. It parted
with singular ease. She gave little
cry. - y ~
1t had evidently been parted before
and Joined together, and from the
heart handful of crumbs had been
scooped, and in it lay little white
packet. = 5ti1i
"It's fairy-bread," cried Sally, re-
membeFing some old country legend.
''Look on it before the light goes
out" said the tailor.
Sally obeyed. She opened the pack
ct and found two envelopes. In the
one was this note;
5 MADAME: = Your loaf of bread
saved my life. / know you are In
trouble, and yesterday my luck turn
ed. To-day am worth $4,000, hay |
ing won law suit that has been |
pending for years. Please accept the |
enclosure, and believe me your ever
obliged. .4,.s b. Attic LoDGER.
There was a $500 note in the enve- !
lope, and when she saw it.she thought |
herself the happiest woman. in Chris
tendom.,, -
The gift was the saving of the |
family. -e7f-sll
Sally had cast her bread upon the |
waters to find it. again in very truth. |
anu WHfl tHe taiioE nAnu was WeII |
again, there was a patron for him who |
dressed in such a manner that Sam
could no longer doubt him a gentle
man. The attic lodger wears the finest |
broadolQth now, and the tohacconist |
bows low as he, meets him on his
way out, or sells him choice Havanas
over the counter. He lodges in the
attic no longer; but he has never for
gotten the loaf of bread given him
9y the tailor's wife when he was