Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-11-26

but sometimes II Is easier 10 con6de In
such an one than a friend. Until last
night thought the rent had been paid
promptly each month. / sent Il, sir,
by THE poor wife hesitated, but with
an effort said, "by my husband"
Then the agent is a scamp" said
Mr.. Waring, rising 10 leave, and re-
solving that said agent should smart for
this.
" No, no, sirl You must hear me out.
Last night my husband acknowledged
to me that he had not made the pay
ments. My husband has been drinking,
and the money has gone. But, oh sir,
he promises to change-he is very peni-
tent, and am so anxious 10 give him
one more chance. am sure / can earn
and save the full amount, il you can
wait"
" You can earn!" repeated Mr.. War
ing, looking at the delicate face and the
| hands, so evidently to hard work.
" Yes, sir. This is a sudden blow,
but have been thinking all night, and
am 80 anxious to save my husband
to show him that l am ready TO help
him if he will only reform, that have
thought Of one or two ways of earning
money already, and God Will show me
others. He helps those who help them
selves, does He not, sir?"
"Indeed lie does" said Mr.. Waring,
his heart stirred as it had not been for
years. "May venture to ask something
about your plans. Ph
Certainly. If you wait for the
money you have the right. Besides,
need a friend, and shall be glad of your
judgment. My plan is to open a class
for the children in the neighborhood. 1
already teach my own boys, and sever
al of the neighbors have asked me to
take their children in, but until now
thought could not. Then have a good
knowledge of the organ, and l heard
last Friday that the organist of church
not far off is to leave-I shall apply for
the position, and feel sure 1 shall get
it,
"Had you thought of most women's
first resoure-keeping boardersP"
"No, sir!" and the sweet, womanly
face flushed. 81 want to have my own
little home sacred, If possible. Besides,
though my husband has promised, he
may not quite succeed, and--I could not
bear to let outsiders see."
"But a lodger-a bachelor, who
would only be at home after six at nightP
Have you not couple of rooms that
such a one could furnish for himselfP
You could charge a good price, and al
most cover your rent"
"Oh, sir, bachelors are not so easy to
be found, especially one that would pay
largely, and then--it could only be a
friend, one who would help my husband,
,,N1 lad H., l, -.
know of one. viii you empower
me to arrange with himP AS to your
back rent, your plans are admirable, and
l am sure Thornton will wa&-I'll pay
him myself, if he WON'T" Mr.. Waring
added to himself.
Mrs. Aroher's brown eyes grew soft
and bright, happy smile played about
her firm, determined mouth, and impul-
sively extending her hand, she thanked
her new friend warmly. "I knew there
were such warm-hearted men as you,
sir, but l have not often met them. l
promise you your confidence and kind
ness to an utter stranger shall not
prove misplaced. AS to your friend-I
can not refuse him. viii you look at
our second floor, to see if you think it
might suit himP"
Smiling to himself, Mr.. Waring fol-
lowed her up to the pretty rooms her
womanly taste had made home-like and
inviting, though the furniture was of the
plainest description.
"But this is evidently your room, my
dear madam"
"There are two rooms above, and l
shall be so glad to benear the children!
Indeed, we shall be very comfortable, if
only your friend should prove my
friend"
"Never fearl He will call tonight.
| have much to see to-day, or 1 would
bring him this Afternoon. Good day
for the present. l hope to hear you
play on the organ before long"
Mr.. Waring walked away from the
cottage with strange, new feeling at
women in the worldP Was it not de-
lightful to be able to make her look so
bright, to lift part of the burden she had
borne so bravely from her weak should
ers. GO declare, mother was right, and
I've lost great deal of happiness by
not helping others. Just for the fun Of
the thing, I'll stop in at that poor
widows, and see those children of hers
wonder if my dream aOaS right, and If
she has boy and grill"
In his new enthusiasm Mr.. Waring
quite forgot how the morning had gone
by, and it was not until he had knocked
at Widow Burns's door that he realized,
by the unmistakable odors, that dinner
the dinner of the year for all true
Americans-was evidently being served.
A tall boy appeared at the door, which
opened directly into the sitting and din
ing-room. There sat the widow, evil
IDENTIFY tired from her mornings work,
with her daughter and a little crippled
boy who was rejoicing in his feast of
turkey and SLOTS of potato and gravy"
"Mr. .Waring, sir! is any thing
wrongP have the last weeks list, and
l am sure l made no mistake"
No, no, my good Mrs. Burns. / am
only keeping Thanksgiving Day in my
own fashion, and thought I would call
and see what family you had, and what
your prospects are for the winter"
Mary and John gave their mother
bright, yet anxious glances, as much as
to say, SNOW is your time; do tell this
gentleman our need" Little by little
the story was told; it was almost exact
ly the tale of the night before. In one
year more John would be able to take
position as assistant book-keeper, and
Mary was steadily advancing toward
the goal of her ambitOn-a certificate