Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-05-14

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himself, walked to his desk, closed
his books, carefully placed them in
the safe, and slowly but sadly walked
into the street.
His fellow-clerks saw him depart.
He was favorite with them all and
with saddened feeling they watched
him until he was lost to sight.
Instinctively he turned toward
his home. The people passing
through the crowded thoroughfare
jostled him as they passed, but be
felt them not; the vehicles ratified
through the badly paved streets.
but he heard not q sound. Like
wheat before the cradle of the now
er, he had been cut down. His
thoughts were not Of himself, and
when from between his quiyefing
lips a sound escaped, only two words
could be heard" Poor EmiiyisS
Stopping in front of four-story
building in the central portion OF
the city, he walked into the marble
tiled vestibule, put his night.key
into the lock, opened the door, and
commenced his weary ascent up four
flights of stairs. When he reached
the upper landing he was exhausted
and almost breathless, yet with the
aid of the banisters he reached the
door of his apartments, opened by
an effort, and staggered into the
room.
"Johp!' 1
Emily"
He had tainted. Exhausteds ba-
ture could no longer bear. the t{ri-
bic strain. Emily Washburn ent
over him. With woman's instinct
she at once perceived the necessity
of immediate action, and proceeded
to lake measures to resuscitate htm.
She bathed his temples and chased
his hands, and hor diligence md
perseverance were sood rewardedby
signs of returning consciousne ess.
My poor BROTHER said EmAy.
81 feared this. You have b1en
sadly overworked; your brain has
been tasked beyond endurance. 4ou
need rest sadly, and you must have
it,"
CT shall have all the rest Eneed
now, my dear sister"
s. J. Oh !. haw~kia lord
eyes, very kind" said John, sar-
castically.
"Why, John, what do you mean t?
Have they cut you down again ?"
"Cut me down again?' Oh if
that was all I would not complain.
But worse, far worse than that"
"You do not mean to say that
you are"
Discharged! Yes, Emily, dis
charged. Turned out by those
whom I have faithfully served for
years. 1 do not care for myself,
Emily; can bear the whips and
scorns of life without murmur, but
you, my dear sister-what will be-
come OF you and your little Guild
rem?
"Nevsr mind us. John. Cheer
up! I eau battle with the world. 1
blame myself for being a charge and
care upon you, for what would we
have done when my husband died
but for your kindness. You have
not only been a brother but q bene-
factor and savior to us; you gave up
your little home and came to us;
your hard earnings have been be-
slowed upon us; you denied us
nothing, and now when the dark
day of adversely comes, you are with
out means yourself. Oh! why did l
ever permit you to share your hard
earned bounty with us p
John Furlong was now reclining
upon the sofa. When he thought OF
his almost penniless condition and
his broken health, his courage
seemed to forsake him. He looked
around him. The children were
playing around in happy ignorance
Of the fate which seemed lowering
over their little heads. Were they
to be "cut down." too, in the brish
days Of their infancy? The end OF
the month was approaching, and th'
rent had not been entirely accumu
lated yet. He knew his Landlord
we'll. He was inexorable, and un
feeling, and exacting; and if pay
ment was not promptly made h'
would be dispossessed and turned
into tho streets. The very though
, seemed to drive him almost to dis
, traction.
Emily Washburn stood by tn
window, gazing abstractedly, bu
, almost distracted, into the street be
: low. Her eyes were suffused will
| tears. and her heaving bosom de
: noted the torrible struggle that wa
: raging within, and she was endea'
/ oring with almost superhuman exer
, tions to suppress. 1t was not tn
discharge of her brother from th
house Of Lord e. Co., or any fear 10
9 her future welfare, or that of he
children, that affected herewith