Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-09-03

noticed tQat people WHO sti'iobI o'.4iti
are the most resigned to the misery OF
others. OF all inlpertinence which one
human beirg can commit, that Of com
mending submission to another Is the
worst. 1t is far moro becoming III
silence to do what ne can to relieve the
pressure which forces the cry 1T pam,
or at least to be silent over the agony
we do not feel.
Tie stage stopped at the accustomed
corner. and in the same mood OF dumb
Satire protest. she went towards home.
At a corner, by the vide viz dow Of a
hric-a-hrac shop, she ssH a poorly
dressed creature slttnt. rhar"onlau
evidently waiting for her pay. with her
face az the window, n face set with deep
care and trouble She wet past, but
| the kindred of the face of that woman
! with her own gave her the impulse to
go back In reckless mood she swift
ly entered the store. and went up to
the woman, and spoke with the same
bitter mockery: " Are you in trouble
too?"
She did not care whether it was an
unusual thing to do or not. 1t might
be somebody sad and in need of help,
AID anyhow there was no la IN done.
The woman turned without much sur
prise.
why, do look as if / was in trou-
be?'
Yes, you do. said her visitor. "If
there is anything anybody can do
to help you, I wish you would tell
mo-"
The woman was plain and careworn,
but had good strong face, aud she
seemed to understand the sympathy as
directly ut was given. Its my
husband" she said. He's lame and
sick, and in hospital. and | can't help
him. What made you ask me?'
saw you look very sad, and l
could not go home till knew whether
anybody could do you any good"
Can you do anything for meg
asked the woman eagerly; then as Gag
erly: " l don't need money. 1t isn't
anything that money can help. I've
got enough to keep me, with what do.
But | wish could know how my hus
band was, and if he was comfortable.
Hos over on Wards Island. and don t
know exactly where to find him. They
took him away when was out of the
house, and I didn't know anything
about it. The woman of the house
where lived, she done it. l had
worked for him, and took care of him,
and kept him clean and neat and we'll
dressed. had two trunks of things
for him; and one day was oat at work,
and the woman, she had them come in
and take him away. l think it was the
greatest piece of audacity ever heard
Of"
She had the usual fashion of unedu-
Gated people of telling her story from
the end backward, but it was easy to
gather from what she said, and the
delicacy of some things she didn't say,
that they had been of we'll to do
family. She told with little pride
how her husbands father had q store
at the corner of Prince street ard
Bowery when she married him, and
they had succeeded to it, but the store
burned down, and her husband lost his
health, and they were pretty hardly off,
aud she was supporting him and herself.
in poor tidy way, by days work.
Probably the neighbors saw that it was
going to be hard for her to keep them
both, or were afraid he might be bur.
deasome to them, and they had sent in
her absence to the commissioners of
charities and had him taken away. 1t
was crnel blow to her, for the couple
were devotedly attached, and she spoke
of her husband with touching fondnes
this pale, tanned, hardworked woman
~ o,1l ba H..
flashing indignation for the impuieuce
Of those who took her husband-sent
her husband to charity hospital alone
without consulting her, after she had
worked so long to keep him. She had
heard he WAS no better, aud she wanted
to get him discharged aud take him
home. Size said she had some money
coming to her, soon, us soon as the es-
tate OF an uncle was settled, aud then
she would have her husband back.
She could not make enough to keep
him now, for some days she did not
always have work, and it wouldn't be
right to bring him back, but if some
body could only find him, and let her
know how he was getting along, and if
they were good to him! You see work
AH6 "oLncA e@u always uuOTu HOil0AV
to go up the river and see their sick
I friends. His name was Charles Bell
and he had trouble with his ankle
joints so that he couldn't walk She
told reluctantly where she lived. 1t
Was poor place. But this j. true
story. and any one who wants to find
Charles Bell and send word of him to
his wife, can hear where she lives at
the ECening Mail Office. And what bet
ter can some man or woman of leisure
do, than to bring comfort and cheer to
such patient toiling heart. There was
native good sense and feeling in the
manner of this woman, who "didn't
want any money help" and was wear.
| ing troubled face for word of her sick
husband. There was yearning affection
in the simple sigh. II get so lonesome
without him. that told of life of de-
voted love. There was something
touching in the way in which she TOOK
the interest Of stranger. as if it had
come down out of the sky, while she
was looking for it. though she had an