The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-09-02
Good Intentions.

"Iattie, you will attend to that matter2"
said George Dale, coming back into the
hreakfast-room.
"Certainly, George" answered his wife,
slipping her coffee.
"And Immediately, please. l have no
doubt that the poor man needs the money
You know his wife has been sick 80 long. "
ooh, yes, had forgotten about that. 1
will send over some wine ut the same time.
| intended to last week."
eyes, do | expect wine is rarity
there, and it will do the poor woman good, :"
replied George, closing the door and hurry
ing off.
Ten days after, when George came in to
dinner he said:
81 saw Grey few moments ago. Poor
fellow! lie looks mserably. Is there any
tinkering about he can do3 I want to help
him whenever we can. Can't you make
up something and send it over, with little
moro wine2 At the same time, tell John
to ask him to come here. will look about,
and find something he can do. "
Hattie Dale uttered an exclamation,
which caused her husband to ask anxiously:
"What is it2 What ails you, Iattic2"
ooh, George, l forgot all about sending
that money and wine Please don't look
80 angry. am so sorry"
81 am not angry, Hattie, but very sorry
and truely mortified at this. What must
the poor man think of me2 professed to
be so much Interested in him, and gave him
my word he should have the money that
day. His family may have suffered during
that bitter cold spell. Where is the mo-
ney2 l will go with 1t immediately myself.
While Hattie WAS making up some little
delicacies to send to Mrs. Grey, she glanced
up frequently in her husbands stern face.
Wishing to offer some apology for fail
ing to do as he desired, she said:
ooh, George, that day l had 80 many
things to attend to-so many callers. | am
very sorry. intended fully to help Mr..
Grey's family as much as could"
"Well, well, Hattie, it can't be helped
now. We must do the best we can to make
amentls-that is all. Send over the basket
by John. must hurry with the money"
Mrs. Dale dispatched John soon after
laden with many comforts to the sick wo-
man.
Half an hour after, George Dale returned,
looking very much troubled.
Hattie almost feared to ask the cause
At length she said:
''You look worried, George. Did you
find Mr.. Grey needing the money very
much2"
Her husband looked earnestly at her an
instant and then simply answered.
Eyes"
Hattie, wishing to draw his mind from
what she had failed to do, to the amends
she had tried to make, askcd
'Did Mrs Grey seemed pleased with the
things2 / sent her a soft, warm shawl to
wrap about her when she sists up.".
'IIattie, am sorry to add to the feelings
Of regret that know you truly feel. Mrs.
Grey will never sit up on cath again"
ooh, is she so very ill2" Hattie asked,
with sharp tinge of sclf-rcproach.
"She is dead"
"Deadl" exclaimed Hattie. ooh, if
only had thought did intend to do all
you wished, and more. Perhaps she might
have died anyhow. George, surely you do
not think my neglect"
"Killed her2" Certainly not, child. But,
Hattie, we should both have felt better
about this if we had done what we could
to help them. 1t is very annoying to have
o,lr hearts filed with regrets. We will not
talk any more about 1t now. Only try and
remember in future that good intentions
profit no one.'"
Hattie did very well for some time after
this, and her husband congratulated him
self upon the happy change.
They were people of abundant means,
and both liberal and charitably inclined.
Hattie, however, was very fashionable
and gay, her time taken up always with the
latest whims Of society, Of which she was a
great belle, notwithstanding she was a
wife and mother.
A few months after this, Hattic's
brother, who was u naval officer, returned
from three years. cruise.
While sitting with his sister one day, he
drew from his pocket WON and faded
necdle-book, saying:
yesterday was clearing out my sea
chest, and found this. Dora made It fol-
me overtwenty five years ago, when frs,
went TO sea, How well remember hei
trotting me through town with her, to show
me off In my midshipman's uniform. Poor,
dear Dora suppose you have heard moth
ing nf her during my absence, Hattica"
''No, nothing"
"Have you ever sought to, Hattie9'
You know, although not our own sister
she was our fathers child, and he loved hel
very dearly"
'Ia.inow she broke his heart. am sure
her running away and marrying that worth
less fellow caused papa's death. suppose
he has drunk himself out Of the world Ions
before this. But don't let lib talk abou
them. don't like even to think that ther,
is or ever was, Dora Bartlett, Haiti,