Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-11-03

" They wear sacques good deal, sara,
don't they ?" he said.
"Oh, they are very fashionable" re-
piled his wife.
"Then couldn't you make one out OF
that old billiard-cloth that is IN the trunk
room ?" he said. MY poor mother
bought it at auction. She meant TO use
it as coverlet but it's very pretty
green-don't you think so, Sara? and
such nice material"
There is a limit to woman's patience
this suggestion measured Sara's. She
started to her feet, and gathering up her
shawl and bonnet, walked out of the
room. After she had gone, Jonas really
looked at his check book, and, for about
two minutes contemplated drawinga largo
check, and telling his wife he had been
teasing her. But he conld not bring him
self to do it.
After while his wife looked into tho
room with her old bonnet on, and her old
shawl about her shoulders, and said
jonas, am going to spend the day
with my Sister-in-law, but shall DO home
before dinner time"
81 hope you will enjoy yourself. my
DEAR" said Jonas. Ho saw her eyes were
heavy with weeping, and looked away,
ashamed of himself.
Then he betooll himself to his office
where he ground out his money, and dur
ing the day compromised with himself
He would do no eNtravagant thing, but
when he went homo he would give his
wife what was necessary. And after all,
as he said to himself, it would have been
better to do it. He had grieVed her, and
she was the only thing no loved ON earth.
He went homo earlier than usual that
evening, to make what amends his soul
would consent to F; and as he walked
briskly along, being light upon his feet
yet--f for who ever heard of miser grow
ing fat ?-he thought he would never
bring tears to those good, kind eyes
Never, never again, never again ; and
the-what was the crowd People were
coming his way, looking backward as
they came. Men, boys, women and lit.
tlo children, all the riflrafF that accident
or quarrel or an arrest will collect in the
city of New York. And now he was in
the mds of the throng and close to four
policemen, who, with set faces, marched
in time, between them strctchor on
which lay human form. 1t was cover
ed-covered with shawl. Jonas looked
Oh, Heavens he knew the pattern of the
shawl Only few hours before, its din
gy palm leaves ofyellow brown, its faded
fringe, its shabby brown centre, had been
spread out before him.
] 1t was his wiio's shawl.
Stop-stop-stop !" lie cried. " Let
me sec her--lot me see her -
; "Do you know her ?" asked police
man.
I Let me see her face ~ said Jona'
p growing 50 faint that kindly man hare
q by supported him by the arm.
YOU'D not know her face tee-
I graph pole fell on her it's crushed hei
all out of shape" said the policeman -
q "But shawls are alike. Keep up YOU
! courage. | do not think this is any rela
! lion Of yours she's too shabby. Look a
her shoes. See here, this is her bonnet
you don't know that ?"
lie held up bonnet. 1t was crushed
and soaked with blood but Jonas knew
1.-THE strea<ed ribbon, and II flower
? among the other flowers that had lost it'
petals. He had fingered it as it lay on
the table beside him.
Yes, | know it !" he cried. ITS
, Sara It's my wife !"
Then he pulled away the shawl from
the crushed face, and tainted outright
Just as his senzes left him he heard some
one say
, His wife Why, | thought she wa,
beggar." And another ans werod, "LikC
enough-they call him a miser. l know
him. His name is Jonas Pray"
They carried the poor woman to Jonas
Prays old house, helping him to follow
us he became himself. She was laid up
on her bed and there was II Coroner's in
quest, and women prepared her body for
burial, talking among themselves of the
shame it was that she rich mans wifi,
should be so clad and then, there was a
, pause, and he night DO alone with her il
he would.
II l,f fl,a hn laH DaI
called, and ho went out in it. lie was
driven to large dry goods establishment
where he asked TO see the manager, and
was shown to his office.
The manager found him there, a pale,
miserable object, trembling and faint, as
one in deep illness. lie was shabby,
too.
He has come to beg" thought the
manager and his I" What can | 90 for
you ?" was curt.
But Jonas cared nothing for any ones
manner now. lie answered, sadly:
want to buy a shawl"
: "a salesman will attend you, SIR said
the manager.
No." said Jonas, am too i'll, too
broken, to talk to q salesman. | can
trust you. | want the costliest shawl you
; have"
"A madman ?" thought the manager.
sour costliest is $1,000" said he, repress-
ing a smile.
Have it put up for me" said Jonas
Certainly mad !" said the gentleman
to himself.
But Jonas had drawn check from his
breast, and with trembling hand was fill
ing up the blanks.
The manager looked them over careful
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