The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-09-10

tween his quivering lips sound escaped,
only two words could be heard" Poor
Emilyl'
Stopping In front of four-story
building in the central portion of the
city, he walked into the marbe-tiled
vestibule, put his night key into the
lock, opened the door, and commenced
his weary ascent up four fl lights of
stairs. When he reached the upper
landing he was exhausted, and almost
breathless, yet with the aid of the ban
nisters he reached the door of his apart
ments, opened it by an effort, and
staggered into the room.
"John !"
"Emily!"
He had tainted. Exhausted nature
could no longer stand the terrible strain.
Emily Washburn bent over him. With
a woman's instinct she at once preceiv-
ed the necessity of immediate action, and
proceeded to take measures to resusciate
him. She bathed his temples ana chat
ed his hands, and her diligence and per-
severence were soon rewarded by signs
of returning consciousness. "My poor
brother" said Emily. II feared this.
You have sadly overworked your
brain has been tasked beyond endurance.
You need rest sadly, and you must have
it." ''I shall have all the rest 1 need
now, my dear sister, "Oh how kind
of Lord & Co." said Emily. eyes, very
kind, said John sarcastically. "Why,
John, what do you mean have they
cut you down again ?"
"Cut me down again? Oh if that
was all 1 would not complain. But
worse, far worse than that"
"You do not mean to say that you
are
" Discharged! Yes, Emily, discharg-
ed. Turned out by those whom 1 have
faithfully served for years. 1 do not
care for myself, Emily L can bear the
whips and scorns of life without muir
mur, but you, my dear sister-what
will become of you and your little
children ?"
"Never mind us, John. Cheer up!
1 can battle with the world. L blame
myself for being charge and care upon
you, for what would we have done when
my husband died but for your kindness.
You have given us h ONE; you have
not only been brother but benefac-
tor and saviour to us; you gave up your
little home and came to us; your hard
earnings have been bestowed on us you
denied us nothing, and now when the
dark day of adversely comes, you are
without means yourself. Oh! why did
/ ever permit you to share your hard
earned bounty with us ?''
John Furlong was now reclining up
on the sofa. When he thought of his
almost penniless condition and his brok-
en- health, his courage seemed to forsake
him. He looked around him. The
children were playing around in happy
ignorance of the fate that seemed hover
ing over their little heads. Were they
to be "cut down. ~ too, in their infancy?
The end of the month was approaching,
and the rent had not been entirely
accumulated yet. He knew his land
lord well. He was inexonerable, and
unfeeling, and exacting and if payment
was not promptly made he would be
dispossessed and turned into the streets.
The very thought seemed to drive him
almost to distraction,
Emily Washburn stood by the win
dow, gazing abstractly, but almost dis
tracted, into the street below. Her eyes
were suffused with tears, and her heav-
ing bosom denoted the terrible struggle
that was raging within, and which she
was endeavoring with almost superhu-
man exertions to suppress.
1t was not the discharge of her brother
from the house of Lord & Co., or any
fear for her future welfare, or that of her
children, that affected her-with
woma ms true heroisin she had already
determined to wctR for them-but the
condition of her brother, his emaciated
frame, and Vhe knowledge that his heroic
struggles for her and her little family
had caused it all.
The wheels of an approaching carriage
were heard. AS it cared the house the
horses heads were turned in toward the
curb, and it stopped in front of John
Furlong's house.
"John John ~ cried Emily, "a car
'riage has stopped in front of our door. :"
Perhaps Mr.. Lord has relented and
sent for me-" said John, faint ray of