Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-06-12

10 brighten up her dress, and The i,
piece Of her mothav'a wedding boppss
strings had been colored, till they wan.
actually past regeneration.
Her mother had tried persuasion win
her husband, but the spirit Of greed w.
20 engrafted IN his nature, that aha
could effect no change, and she coula
only endure In silent patience. Bul
Ellen had borne her privations as Ions
Is she could, and when she came homs
nom singing school that night, she an.
nounced % her mother, In the presence
az her father, that in the morning she
was going to DR.. Mathews to work for
the rest % the winter. Her eyea
sparkled.
ssWhat does he pay you, Ellena And
what shall I dot" said. her mother, a.
she clasped her hands.
sHe gives me three dollars week.
and have my evenings to myself
Father Is able to hire help. and must
and win have money 70 clothe myseliI
I am sorry 10 leave yOu, mother dear,
but / cannot live 90, abe said. The
tears stole down the mothers cheek, but
Ellen kissed them of. ''I viii come
home often TO see you, and / viii buy
you nice dress, too. mother"
81 can clothe your MOTHER" growled
the old man.
cit viii be more than you ever done
since my remembrance We have none
Of us had clothes or anything else to
make as comfortable or decent; you
never gave me dime in my life, and
mother has to beg like pauper to get a
quarter Of dollar. She nor / could
not sell every rag Of clothing that we
have for five dollars: and you are one Of
the richest men in town. It is q
shame T.
lyon have said enough, grill You
would like to have every dollar / own for
nicknacks, suppose |" he growled.
'sNo, / only want enough to be clothed
decently. / do not aspire to yelvets or
satins for mother or myself, and l want
comfortable furniture In the house where
live; we are poorer than the poorest
French family In town; besides, being
the laughing stock Of the whole neigh
borhood for Your stinginess r. she said.
"Oh, Ellen don't talk 80 r. sobbed
her mother.
SIT is the truth. mother; and you
know IL When did You ever have
new pair Of shoes. till you had been bare
foot for days; and then was grumbled
at for extravaganza When did You
ever have q dollar in money Of your
own and You have worked and saved
for twenty-five years, to earn money for
him to hoard up, while you have gone
destitute of the comforts Of life. Ask
The boys how they Jared. They worked
like slaves, and never q cent to call their
own, and they went away with only the
clothes they wore, and their father got
$50. 900 In the banks, and over SIC, 900
worth OF live stock in his barns and
pastures, and his house bare Of every
thing to make home pleasant or decent.
No, mother much as we love you, we
cannot stand it. You had good things
when You were married, and you have
had nothing since. Your furniture has
been worn out; your money that your
father left you Is put into the farm, and
you have never had cent Of the interest.
not to say q word Of the principal, and
there never was q poorer person than
you are. Mother, am sorry for you r
Mr.. Gordon rose, lit a candle, and
went to bed. His wife, with a fright
ened look, exclaimed, "Oh, Ellen You
have made your father dreadful angry"
81 cannot help it, / had to say it. /
may never have another chance | DIR.
Mathew told me that you had S., 900 that
your father left you. just think, the
interest Of that money would have made
things 80 nice |"
The next morning, Mr.. Gordon gave
his check for $500, saying, ''Wife, Ellen
told the truth last night; you ought 10
have had the interest. Tell her to STAY
at home, and I viii pay her as much as
DR.. Mathew, and give her pin-money be-
sides"
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