The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1874-10-29


home together, and would the gentlemen
kindly give her relief till such times as
her husband could get into work again
Well, sir, they humid and had; it was
against their rules, they said, and so on
but the end of it was as they gave her a
shilling week for each of the children,
and three and six for her husband and
her. And with that and what she made
going out washing they kept body and
soul together.
They'd always managed to keep a
decent house about them, for that was
her pride, poor thing; as / should have
been too proud for to go to the parish,
and would have sold every stick and
stock | had sooner than do it. But them
wasn't her feelings We've paid rates
ourselves she says, as long as we could,
and now let them pay for us says She
And there was reason in that.
Yes, sir, she'd nice little house,
with parlor as they never used that
was as neat as a new pin. A little car
pet on the floor, little round table in
the middle, two little cupboards, one on
each side of the fireplace, and ON one of
em mat in violin work, and atop of
that the silver teapot"
"Do you mean that it was the fiddle
pattern, Mrs. Maycock?'
Il don't know what pattern it was, but
it was a beautiful teapot as always stood
on that mat of Violin wools. She'd never
used it, bless you, never had made no tea
in it; not when she'd company or nothing
There it stood, just as she'd had it from
the Admirals family, with the silver
paper inside it and all, She cleaned it
every week on Saturdays with whining
and brushed it over with an old tooth
brush.
"Wcll, sir, Emma had just come home
from days washing and was lighting
herself up the best way she could afore
she sat down to mend the children's
things, when there was "a knock at the
door and Emma answered it; and, 10 and
behold! there stood lady in black
silk dress with drawn donnet, and says
she, Are you Mrs. Rogers?' Yes,
ma'am, and what's your pleasure" says
Emma. Says she, Tm-'"
" Not the district visitor again." said ],
laughing, as by Mrs. Maycock's knitted
brow and purscdup lips l conjectured
that she had conjured up before her
minds eye an image of her bete noir.
Mrs. Maycock shook her head in a way
that implied a good deal. "Ies, the
district visitor she went on; "and so
Emma says, Indeed, maamr and shows
her into the parlor, being a bit humbled
in her mind through getting parish re-
lief SO the lady looked here and there,
and up and down, and axed Emma ever
SO many questions about this and that
and the other; and in the middle of it all
the baby cries, and away goes Emma to
tend to it. Well, when she comes back
the lady looks very cross and uppish. and
she says: Mrs. Rogers says she, may
l ask if this here's your teapot? why,
yes, ma'am,' says she, as was gave me
by Admiral Browns family 'Oh' says
the visitor, in towering rage, and you
receive parish relief, with silver tea
for myselfn says she; and with that she
filings away
"And what do you think she does?
Writes long letter to the head boord in
London; and down comes gent ready
primed with everything a-purpose to
make inquiries rs to Emma's teapot
And after bit the gentlemen send for
her, and say they, We're very sorry,
Mrs. Rogers, but our masters say you
amt to have no more relief and struck
her off the books.
"And then she was druv to it, as 'ad
never been to pawnbroker's in her life ;
but go she must with her silver teapot,
as she cried over as she packed it away
in her basket. And she shook and trem
bled that vi'lent as she went along, and
was that pale, as people turned round to
look at her. And she come to the pawn
shop, and her heart failed her, and she
thinking as everybody was watching
her; and at last she turned back, quite
desperate, and went right in. And when
she got inside the door she didn't feel so
bad, and she says to the man, Being in
little bit of difficulties through want of
money! says she, would you kindly adj
vance me as much as you can without in
conveniencing YOURSELF says she, 'on
this piece of silver?' and brings out her
teapot. We'll, the man snatches 1t up,
and he looks at it all round, and here
and there, and rings it, and makes little
tiny scratch inside it, and then he fctches
out his weights and scales. Don't want
this, ma'am,' says he, ilinging out the
paper as was inside; and Emma takes it
UP to fold it out, as it might be sort OF
remembrance to her of the teapot as
was gone, and, 10 and behold! there was
hangvclope in the middle of the silver
paper, as must have been there ever
since it was give her. Mrs. Rogers was
outside it; with Admiral Browns best
wishes 'Oh, La she says, I never see
this and opened it quite faint-like, and
there was fifty pound note! And that
was the Admirals tea, as flashed into hel
mind after all them years. Thank you
SIR she says; I'll not trouble you now,
SAYS she, and sets off hugging her silver
teapot to her heart.
"And she spent five pounds OF it in
sending her husband to Margatc; and hi
came back quite another man, and got {
| contrack, and with having bit of ready
money he made good thing of it, ant
never looked back afterward, but come tt
be the man told you of, with houses o.
his own, and money laid out at interest
and all through her going to her FRIEND
up town, which must be my journey
when I've seen the children to bed. La
there's the postman's knock"
The postman's knock it was; and th'
children tumbled one over the other il
their eagerness to bring me the letters
And there was letter that inclosed ON
of those pleasant crisp papers, yclep
checks, which are so grateful to tn
empty itching palm. And for this time
was able to save Mrs. Maycock journe.
cup town."
| MARK the results of advertising: Will
lam Wakeman, California farmer, &C
vertised for wife, and got one. So ia
so good. But here he made his mistake
He stopped advertising, and how disas
trous the consequence. The wife packe