The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-10-13

are broken up IN week. Inefe were
$40 or $50 of my money just the same
as thrown away, yet when / ask you to
trust me with g week you cannot
imagine what use have for it, and fear
it Will be wasted. I am sure could not
spend $50 more foolishly if / tried to-"
"Well," snapped the proprietor, Il
guess it is my own money, and / can
spend it as I please. / guess you'll
know it, too, when you get another
present"
ooh, it is your money then. I under
stood you to say that it wss all mine,
and pretended to protest against your
spending il 50 foolishly If it is your
own Of course you have right to spend
it as you please; but it seems to me that
a woman who left parents and brothers
and sisters. and all her friends to make
a home for you among strangers,
woman who has given her whole life to
you for fifteen years, might be looked
upon with as much favor as YOU give to
beggars, who are very likely to be inn
posters. / know that You seldom turn
them off without help. Perhaps I would
be more successful if I appealed to yod
as beggar; might say: Kind sir,
please allow me cut of your abundant
means Small pittance for my comfort.
1t IS true [ have enough to eat and
do not suffer for clothing, but, although
| work for my master from morning to
night, and, if his children happen to be
sick, from night Until morning again,
yet he does not pay me as much as he
does his cook, and I am often greatly
distressed for want of a trifing sum
which he would not mind giving to a
perfect stranger. The other day, while
he was away from home, had to go
to the next station to see a dear friend
who was i'll, and, not having a dollar
of my own, was obliged to borrow the
money from his cook. I was so morti-
fed And not long since the berry,
woman came with such nice berries to
sell, and my little girl, who was not
well, wanted some very badly, but I had
not even cents to pay for handful for
her. Yesterday friend came to ask
me to assist in work eff charity. 1t was
worthy object, and 1 longed so much
to give her little money for so good a
purpose, but though the wife of rich
man had no money. Of course I might
ask my husband for money, and if 7
told him about what [ wanted with it,
and he approved of my purpose, and
was in good humor, he would give it
to meS but, sir, it is terribly slavish to
have to do so, even if [ could run to
him every time I wanted anything.
People say am fortunate woman be-
cause [ am rich, but I often envy the
factory girls their ability to earn and
spend their own money. And some
times [ get so wild thinking of my help
lessness that if it were not for my chill
dren think would just drop into the
river and end it all"
"Nettiel Nettie Jarvis! What are
you saying?" cried the startled hus-
band, at last, for the far-away look in
her eyes as if she did not see him, but
was looking to some higher power to
help her, touched his pride, if It did not
his heart, for he had a good deal of
pride in selfish sort of way. He was
proud to be able to support his family
as we'll as he did. He was proud that
when his children needed new shoes he
could tell his wife to take them to
Crispin's and get what they needed.
He did it with a flourish. He was not
one of those stingy kind-he liked to
spend money; and when Nettie, who
was once the most-spirited young lady
OF his acquaintance came meekly to
him for dress or a cloak, he was some
times tempted to refuse her money just
to show her how helpless she was with
out him. Yes, he was proud of his
family, and wanted them to feel how
much they depended upon him. He
would have felt aggravated if any one
had left his wife legacy, thus allowing
her to be Independent in her purse.
The idea of her earning money, as other
work folks did, never entered his mind.
He supported her." that was his idea
of their relations He had never hap
pened to think that it was very good of
her to take his money and spend it for
the good OF himself and children. He
never had thought that any other wom-
an would have wanted big pay for doing
it. He had even thought himself very
generous for allowing her money to get
things to make the family comfortable.
Things began to look differently to him
just now. Could it be that he was not
generous, not even just to his wife Had
he paid her SO poorly for her fifteen
years of faithful labor for him that if.
she had been obliged to begin the world
for herself that day, 1t would have been
as penniless woman, Notwithstanding
the houses, the lands and mills that he
had so often told her were all hers; for
he knew, as every one else did, that not
one dollar Of all he HAD would the law
allow her to call her own.
How fast he thought, standing there
at the Office window, looking down at
the little houses where the mill hands
lived. Could it be possible that his
wife envied them anything? Could it
be that he was not as good a man as he
thought? He had felt deeply the
wrongs of the slave, whose labors had
been appropriated by their masters, and
when negro, who had worked twenty
years for his master before the emanci-
patton freed him, came to Jarvis Mills,
friendless and penniless, the heart of
the proprietor swelled with indignation
at such injustice. He was eloquent on
the subject, at home and abroad and
wondered how any one could be so
cruel and selfish as to commit such an
outrage against justice. He had called
him robber many time, but now
Donald Jarvis looked to himself very
much like the old slave holders. Massa
Brown had taken the proceeds of
Cuffee's labor for his own without even
a thank you" for it. True, when
Cuffee ate he had given him food, when
he was sick he had given him medicine,
and he had clothed him, too, just as he
himself thought best. MI Jarvis had
married lovely, conscientious woman,
and for fifteen years had appropril tied
her labors. Her recompense had been
food and clothes, such as he thought
best for her. A little better than Cuff
fees, perhaps, but the similarity of the
cases did not please him. He had ex-
pected his wife to be very grateful for
what he had done for her, but now he
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