Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-08-05

brightly, II shall earn enough with this
to get her good medicines and things she
can fancy - and as looked ut her. some
thing in me said
God bless you. nay dear! hope you
will - and the next minute was going
down stairs calling myself fool.
They thought didn't know at home.
but did there was the wife going over
over and over again to the Bennets place
and all sorts OF nice things were made and
taken there; often used to see them
| talking about it. | took no notice; and
that artful scoundrel, my boy Luke. used
to pay the half crown every week out OF
his own pocket, and after gong to fetch
| it from the widow.
And all the time told myself | didn't
| like it. for | could see that Luke was
changed, and always thinking of that girl
| "a girl not half good enough tor him
remembered when was poor and mated
poverty, and used to speak harshly to
| the wife and Luke, and feel very bitter.
At last there came an afternoon when
knew there was something wrong. The
wife had gone out directly after dinner,
saying she was going to see sick woman
i knew who it was, bless you and
| LUXE was ocouSs NV AAAAASSAAf
and at last he took his hat and went out
They might have conided in me-" |
said bitterly, but all the time | knew that
| wouldn't let them. They'll De spend
ing money-throwing it away. | know
they've spent pounds on them already"
At last got in such way that | called
down our foreman, left him in charge.
took my hat and went after them.
| Everything was quiet in Bennet's place,
for couple OF dirty, detected looking
women, one who was in arrears to me,
had sent the children that played in the
court right away because of the noise, and
was keeping guard so that they could not
come back.
went up stairs softly, and all was very
quiet, only as got nearer the room |
could hear bitter waiing cry, and then
| opened the door and went in.
Luke was there, standing with his head
bent by the sewing machine; the wife sat
in chair, and on her knees, with face
buried in the wite's lap, was the poor girl
crying as if her little heart would break !;
while on The bed, with all the look of pain
gone out of her,face, lay the widow-gone
to meet her husband, where pain and sor-
row are no more.
couldn't see very plainly. for there
was mist before my eyes; but | know
Luke flushed up as he took step forward
as il 10 protect the girl, and the wife look
ed at me in frightened way.
But there was no need, tor something
that wasn't me spoke, and that in gentle
way, as | stepped forward. raised the girl
up and kissed her pretty face before law
ing her helpless head upon my shoulder
and smoothing her brown hair.
Mother" SAYS that something from
within me, 81 think there is room in the
nest at home for this poor, torsaken little
bird. Luke, my boy, you will go and
fetch cab. Mother, will you see what
is wanted here? ?"
NV boy gave sob as he caught my
hand in his. and the next moment he did
what be did not do for years-kissed me
on the cheek-before running out of the
room, leaving me with my darling nes-
tied on my breast.
| said. my darling" for she has been
the sunshine of our home ever since-a
pale, wintery sunshine while the sorrow
was fresh, but spring and summer now.
Why. oless her look at her. Pve felt
ashamed sometimes to think that she, a
lady of birth, should come down to such
a life making NEWELL no. it's us now,
for Luke's partner--no end of money by
her clever ways. But she's happy, think
ing her husband, that Is to be. the finest
fellow under the sun and let me tell you
there's many gentleman not so well off
as my boy will be, even if the money has
all come out of a queer trade.-CasselPs
Family Magazine.