The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-12-16

morrow, mammaY"
"No, darling, but you must not
fret.n
There were tears In her voice as she
said this and following her few steps
farther, Mr. Morton heard her sob,
while Bobbie said:
Don't cry, mamma, perhaps 1 can
find some other meat shop tomorrow
morning, where they will sell five cents
worth of liver"
Determined to learn something fur
ther of her residence and circumstances,
Mr. Morton followed within seeing
distance till he saw her enter the bare
looking frame house of which we have
spoken. Bobbie had gone up stairs,
and all alone she sat, her head dropped
forward on her hands, and her whole
attitude expressing such utter detection
and despair that tears involuntary
sprang to the eyes of good Mr.. Morton,
as he saw that she was wiping her
eyes.
"Good Godl'' he exclaimed to him
self, st that delicate, refined good woman
is engaged in desperate hand-to-hand
struggle with poverty, such as might
appall the heart of strong man. l
must know more of her, and will help
her if / can." He passed to the corner
grocery and asked:
"Who lives in that first little frame
house around the corner ?"
"a very nice lady with sick husband
and five children"
There was a great fat turkey hanging
at the door Of the grocery. Mr.. Morton
asked the price and said that he would
take 1t. Then he added:
Here, / want to give you quite an
order for things to be delivered in the
morning. I'll pay for them tonight"
The grocer's eyes fairly glistened, at
such late hour to get such an order as
Mr.. Morton gave First, the turkey,
then the ham, two cans of best fresh
oysters, a barrel of flour, sugar, coffee,
tea, bushel of apples, five dozen of
eggs, a case of selected canned fruit, half
a dozen squashes, five bushels of pota-
toes, cabbage, rice, and finally:
"Now, want, also, a cord of the best
wood added in the morning; can you get
it for me 20
Certainly, sir; certainly, sir" said
the grocer.
"Well, all these are to be sent early
H., -. b.,
Hall. Never mind the name. Here's
your money-thirty- five dollars and,
remember, everything is to he of the
best quality. And, by the way, put in
fifty cents worth of your best candy,
and give me blank envelope
Taking the blank envelope, Mr.. Nor
ton placed therein twenty dollar bill
and sealed it. Softly approaching the
door of the little hall that formed the
entrance, he thrust the envelope under
the door, having first written Mrs.
Halls name on it. Then he walked
briskly home, saying to himself: We'll,
my Office will have to go without that
new carpet this winter, but guess
shall get the worth of my money out of
this transaction.
Long after the little ones fell asleep
did Mrs. Hall sit and think over the
past and try to penetrate the future
Hers was strange story. On this
Thanksgiving eve her thoughts ran
back to her youth. She saw herself the
;doI of ho ,,nxy hama. NOT tha horoa oF
wealth, but of comfort and refinement
Parents, sisters, and brother looked up
to and trusted in her. Then came her
marriage to the man of her choice-the
cultivated, refined student who, with
nothing but his profession had thought
they would be sure to get along and do
well in the West His reticence, his
dislike of thrusting himself forward or
of greedily taking advantage of others,
his scholarly habits, his refinement, all
initiated against him in the hurly burly
headlong rush of Western life. Men
without much education but with i'm
mense selfconfidence and the audacity
of ignorance were constantly elbowing
him off the track and seizing the prizes
Mrs. Hall was good musician, and for
many years had helped by teaching
music to eke out their slender income
Finally, despairing of success in the
town where they first settled, they gath
cred together all their resources, selling
her piano to raise funds, and moved to
another place. Here sickness, in the