The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1878-05-08
MISCELLANY.


~ very H4HxfJ, sal naggaru tramp,
with very red eyes, as he/stood bowling obse-
quiously at the side entrance of Court
street house. t3Wonyt yon please, mann, be
so good as to giae mo a little something to eat
Anything will ao4-odds and ends-cold or
warmth don't matter--for I'm not one of
them high-tonod ffied-oyster fellows
My husband has forbidden me to encour-
age idlcness BY giving away any more provis-
ions, replied the LADY of the house. "He
says you fellowf &hYo a sort of Free Masonry
way of letting tars know every house at
which you have aeH fed, and it is sure to
bring troop d la3y agabonds upon us who
would starve before they'd lift hand to
work. So You viii have to move on and get
your breakfast somesglace elsea
But I'm not yagabond, nam I'm a
Woodworking, Industrious man. / came up
OH boat from Memphis to see my sick moth
er who lives out near Cawden, and isn't ex-
pected to live. | was robbed ON the boat of
every cent had and all my clothes, while l
was in bed. The captain gave me these old
clothes. do not like to beg, but Camden ia
good stretch from here, and l can't walk it
on an empty stomach. Think of the out
stretched arms OF q poor sick mother toward
her absent child, and PIT wings on my feet
with few cold potatoes. I'm fust at the
point where fcan cat 'em without SALT
"I can't dosit. They all have story about
like that. The last man fed had to go to
Columbus inside OF twenty four hours to save
an innocent man from hanging, but two days
afterwards saw him down town SO drunk he
couldn't hold his mouth Shut
f" Well, never drink. If hadn't been
robbed l could show you my Murphy ribbon
that I've worn till it's raveled into strings
Long years age swore at my mothers bend
ed knee--the same one who means on her
couch of pain because I'm not with her
that would never touch the blighting cup,
and hain't from that time up to this min
ute. Can't you help me to got there in time
to comfort her declining hours with the joyful
tidings that have been steadfast through all
temptation, by giving me the cold grub you
had intended to dump into the garbage box ?
I'm awful hungry"
81 can't helpit. must obey my husband
his orders were positive, said the woman
snappishly.
Well, you're the most extraordinary wo-
man ever saw II you do. But say, can't you
give me the paper the beefsteak was brought
home IN, to chew as go along. 1t may fool
my stom acb for awhile and make it brace up
by thinking something better will be along
presently You'll do that much toward cas-
ing fond parents anxious heart, won't
| your"
mo, / won't"
Well. then give me newspaper and lei
me set by the fire and read the advertisement
of a meat Market and show me the place
where it tells all about provisions. Even that
would give me feast--for the imagination
which has been about the extent of my living
lately. You won't believe it, maybe. but it'l
fact, that all the rourishment I've had fol-
two days is the bill Of fare painted on thu
outside of Fifth. street restaurant. Can yor
think Of that and keep your stale bread OF
the inside Of the cupboard ?"
eyes, l can and want you to maxi
yourself scarce without any more palaver, o
! shah send my boy to call policeman" ex
claimed the indignant woman.
Even the photograph Of chicken woul'
be some comfort, said the man, by way 0
banter, as he moved off. and If you don
use soap in your dishwater a few potato par
ings sliced up in it would be regular barbe
cue for me. --Breoktast Table.