Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1874-09-04

| for, and Tom sent Now he had heard
her story he awaited the denouement.
Eunice approached the sick man
trembling. He took something from be-
tween the bed and mattress, held it a
moment then placed it in the lady's
hand
"I am dying" he said they tell me
am dying; and Iwant you to forgive me,
for cheated yon this morning and the
Lord has laid His hand upon me-my sins
have found me out. Here is the watch !;
take it, and all that is in tt! l do not
know what it is worth, but the spoons
would never pay for it, Keep them, and
pray for me. Oh, pray for mel" And
the poor man rolled in agony
Mr. Clinton took his wife down stairs
and out into the street, hurrying her
along. without speaking until they
reached their own gate. "Go in, now,
darling" he said, "and / will go for old
DIR. Ray; i have more faith in him; he
may be able to help the man yet" So
saying, he hurried away, leaving his wife
standing at the gate, clutching the old
silver watch in her hand
She went slowly into the house,
lighted the lamp and once more tried to
examine the watch.
"What can there be about this old
thing to cause SO much grief and remorse
to that poor man, l wonder?" she cried,
in her bewildered condition. 81 cannot
get that dying man out of my thoughts"
But the watch would not open. 1t could
not be that. Then the thought struck
her that there inisht. have been some
thing valuable in the pockets of those
pantaloons. She had not looked before
she gave them-and they were still at
the Brown Bear. Getting out the case
of spoons, she placed them with the old
watch on the table, and waited for Tom.
She had not long to wait; he came in,
wiping the perspiration from his white
forehead, for the evening was warm and
he had walked fast. He had left the old
doctor with the sick man and hurried
back to his wife, for he longed to have
the events of the day and night thorough
ly explained. After kissing Eunice, who
clung to him like a frightened child, he
took up the old battered watch, and said,
"Now, dear, show me where in the desk
you found this"
Eunice went to the desk, took out the
drawer, then the one at the back of it,
in which yet remained the old paper
wrapper.
Mr.. Clinton seized upon this at once,
examined it carefully, and then looked
up with suppressed, eager smile.
"Eunice, the long-lost bridal gift is
found at last~
And sure enough, the little yellow
paper told it all. A very valuable dia-
mOnd was concealed in the interior of
the battered watch; a diamond that was
almost priceles$ The sons young wife
had found what the poor mother had so
long searched for-the splendid bridal
,r;f hot tho old mon hod 1iaA xpitbnnt
bestowing.
"No more struggles, Eunice," said Mr..
Clinton, with heartfelt satisfaction; "no
more need for my little wife to roast her
face over the kitchen fire, or to debar
herself innocent pleasures because they
would cost shillings and sixpences."
And Eunice burst into a storm of hap
py tears, and cried on his arm.
And in time, while Tom went plodding
Rnee maN1b ahd beggea g9aff6 Is Pf9 9ag&n
the pretty story of the lost diamond.
Nor must fail to tell of the recovery
of the poor, frightened peddler.. DIR. Ray
had him up and about in no time, and
his first walk was to the white house"
in the corner, again begging Mrs. Clinton
to accent the spoons as small gift, and
as having been the means of making an
| honest man OF him.
There was no cheat in those spoons.
They were all real silver; and they are
still in the family, with the same
"Eunice" engraved on each, and they are
called the " diamond spoons" The ped
dler owned that he suspected something
when he shook the old watch and heard
peculiar rattle, and when he caught
glimpse of the sparkling jewel it dazzled
his eyes, and he never waited to look al
the pantaloons which were brought out
by the young, thoughtless wife TO com
piete the sum required, although he
found on looking at them that they
alone were well worth the price of the
spoons.
+" You see, Eunice, how you were rob
bing me-" her husband would say, Will
grave lips and laughing eyes ma
would YOUR poor husband have dom
when winter came, and the chilly wind
did blow, without any thick trousers t.
put on?"-Ihe ArgOsy.