The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-12-06

thought since II the Lord Judged us a.
hardly ms we judge each other, our chances
II the other world would 10 mighty slim,
al But Tin SORRY -sosry from, the very
bottom cf my aeart--and beg your pardon.
hudson. Aud your old place at the shop is
waiting for you, with little rise in wages.
whenever yoa choose TO come back''
Aud he cordially wrnng sho lapidary's
hand onee more and hohblsd on aud ii
was rot Until be had gone that yadsoa dis
covered that he bad lett nty.dollar bill
on, the table, folded in 40 envelope, directed
to- John lJudson.n
When Miss Price came, in. ns usual, on
her way home from the shl1 factory where
she worked John hudson had q story 70 tell
her
You've kept my heart up many time.
Miss Price," said he, s.when II las been like
lump Of lead in my breast, with your tales
about the various little adventures you had
had, seeking for work In all those down.
town places and now I've got an adventure
70 relate to you il"
Miss Price burst into tears when she heard
il
~ am SO glad, AFR. Judson 7" she cried.
"oh, l am 50 glad'l But I knew all along
that you never took that jewslin
"God bless you for thatlp said Judson,
In q low voice.
When Mrs. Feathertop came up, she was
full of Mr.. Goldilove's good-nature--the
pennies he had given her. little ones, the
praise he had adjpdged to the shining, glass
topped counters, and piles of wholesome
looking bread.
and 80 the sapphire WAS found, after
all" said Mrs. Feathertop. But, dear
me have you heard about poor Miss Price
Did she tell your"
no" said Judson. 9. What is it z"
The shirt factory has failed" said Mrs.
Feathertop. "The hands are all left with
out work; and, what's worse, their back
wages never will be paid. I'm dreadful
sorry for poor Miss Price. IT does seem as
II she had nothing but ill-luck in the world.
Bat, therel I've left Patty in the store. and
she don't know the price of a thing. must
hurry back ~ fast as ever can"
Miss Price came down into the bakery
that evening.
Mrs. Feathertop," said she, "I am go.
ing to give up my room."
:. l supposed So" said Mrs. Feathertop,
wrapping up loaf of Boston brown bread
In paper for customer We'll, Miss
Price. I'm sorry. but"
but 1 didn't tell you ALL said Mis-
Price. I'm going to be married To
Mr. Judson!"
Down rolled the loaf of Boston brown
bread to the floor.
'sEhY" cried the bakers wife. s. Il Amt
possible |"
But it was. Plain little Miss Price, with
the white eyelashes, the red hair, the peck.
marked complexion, had won husband
after all.
.. la my eyes, dearest" John hudson had
said, ''yours ii tue sweetest face In all the
world. 1t bent over my siek-bed when
should have died, save for it's help aud sym.
pathy it lighted up the dark hours of my
weary conyalesceDce 1t shone like a star in
my utmost need. Aud IL snn will trust
yourself to me, Mary, you shall never, God
helping me, have reason to regret it,"
So they were married, much to the won
der of tho world in general.
well" said Mrs. Feathertop, "f Miss
Price has got a husband, then nobody need
despair"
But Mrs Feathertop's vision was dullel
than that of John Judson She had NOT
seen the glory of Miss Prices heart pure shin.
ing through her plain tace.---Heten Forrest
Grdpes