Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1889-12-18


self, His fathers gone, and / got t.
60 to work fo-morrer.1
Sal grew fonder OF Flop now, and
she used TO take him with her to thu
shed where she worked
There was not much money to b
made at the yard but Sal never missed
one hour of overtime that could b
got, SO she made up the rent, and man.
aged to give Flop plenty of bread and
tre6cle, and sometimes half pint OF
milk He was a sharp little fellow,
and he learned to sort the sawn pieces
of wood, and pitched them into the
baskets with great glee- He thought
it the best of all his mothers games
Then he learned to chatter, every new
combination of words which he &C
quired was an amazing romance to
Sal, and think she must have laugh
ed inwardly, for she used TO repeat
the amazing stories TO the girls IN the
shed, and seemed surprised If they
got friendly tailoress TO compound
but poor Sal had several times seen
pretty little children of the upper
class, and she wanted Flop to be up to
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bow" said Pinky; and indeed Flop
was very splendid Sal thought the
blue serge knickerbockers and green
tunic quite a match for scarlet belt,
and she reckoned the whole arrange
ment truly ravishing in general eff
feet The woman's heart hungered
after her little one; she was silent, but
her quick gestures and the snaky dash
of her head as she kissed him were
quite significant She could not bear
him out of her sight, and she implored
the foreman SO piteously to let him go
in the tally cabin by the stove on cold
days, that the rough fellow agreed.
1t was probably the unclean creek
where the barges came with the tim
Der; that may be so. At any rate, Flop
began to look strange. and the humor-
Gus Pinky used to remark: " on re
pisonin' that kid with sugar, Sal"
hate prolonged descriptions of chill
dren trouble, SO | shall only say that
Flop pinned greatly, and his mother
used to stare at him when he slept,
and wish for something that her mind
could not define. These inarticulate
folk are sorely put to it when they
want to pray. One of our fisher
women in my own village was once
watching her man and her two lads
trying to beat in against a hard nor
westerly gale; she wanted, no doubt,
to ask for aid, but she swore in tones
of much devoutness AT last, when
the boat was catching it very badly
in the final furry of cross seas, Peggy
showed her head in a rabbit hole A
neighbor touched her. She said ::
Whist, you BANKED improper sub
stantive, Avs prayin'r' The men
We're all drowned, and they came on
the sands by and by, but the woman
said not another word. She laid the
lads out herself, and when l last saw
her l did not ask her views of life.
Well, Sal did not know what to do !;
she walked the floor night after night,
and on one gray, bad evening some
thing struck her; she knelt down be-
side Flop, and he reached for her.
Then Sal knew what was coming, and
a hand seemed to catch her hand.
Then there was sound in her throat
as of something breaking, and she
cried, "Don'tl don'tl My pretty my
prettyl Don't die. don't! Oil Lord,
don't take him. Don't take my little
kidd There amt such another in the
street. Oh, Lord they says how you
was good to the kids. Don't take
mine. My pretty, my pretty, don't,
don't die!" But Flop had gone while
Sal was crying, and she lit candle
and looked at him all night after she
had put him out on a tablecloth.
Then, at dawn, she went wandering
till the sun came up high, and then
an idea struck her. She entered the
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sir, you employs few women nights
for the extra plate washin'; hand me
a sovrin' and I'll work it out that way.
My kids dead, and / wants to put him
away where I'll know" So the land
lord laughed at the joke, and lent her
the pound. 1t was worth it to have
such a yarn to tell, he said. And Sal
buried Flop, and she will go to that
grave until she enters the house to
NOPE her life away until the finish.
There is a law of compensation, but,
you see, it didn't save Flop for his
quiet mother, and don't rightly know
where it comes in. Let any optimist
tell me how all the SAILS of this Lon
don city enjoy themselves. London
Telegraph.
Stealing Gold in a Watch Factory.
There was once employed there
man who had remarkably long and
bushy head of hair, which he always
kept well oiled. 1t was noticed that
he had habit of frequently running
his hands through his hair, and sus-
picions We're aroused that he was doing
it with a purpose, and at last the sus-
picions We're confirmed and the fellow
accused of concealing gold in his hair.
He confessed that he had done SO, and
said that he had carried away over
$500 worth of it. 1t is believed that
he got much more. His plan was to
get some gold dust on his fingers, rub
it off on his hair, the oil causing it to
adhere to his hair, and then wash it
out every night on reaching home.
In the factories in the east very rigid
scrutiny of the actions of the men is
and it is absolutely inn
possible there for the precious metal
to be surreptitiously taken away
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