Year: 1867

Il love pictures was answered. They
are to me q source of unaIloyed pleas
ure. But my income il yet too limited
to permit an indulgence o. this taste.
The common wants Of life, and the char
tiles which may not be disregarded, keep
me without a surplus to expend in the
merely ornamental


I'm no better of than you are said
Goodwin But q portion Of my income
must 60 in the direction Of beauty and
ornament. Bare wallis are my abhor
renee


At this moment a cry of warning
reached the ears OF the two men, and,
looking forward along the street, they
saw a horse attached to an empty wagon,
dashing toward them at frightful speed
A little way in advance stood q cart,
backed up to the pavement. Before the
owner of this, an Irishman, had time TO
tarn his horse, the runaway was upon him,
and one of the shafts striking his poor
beast on the head, killed him On the
SPOT.


Poor fellowr said Martin, in tone
Of pity, as he heard the Irishman bewail
his loss.


Come said Goodwin, drawing upon
the arm of his friend. Its mercy for
the poor, half starved beast


But Martin stood still and began to
ask the Irishman questions. His looks
corroborating his words, satisfied him
that the loss he had just met was the
loss Of means for getting bread for his
children. The poor man was in deep
distress.


4 can't wait here Goodwin spoke
with some impatience. Come, or shall
leave you. That picture will be home
before get there


Go on then. 1 must look little
further into this case said Martin quite
in earnest.


'Humph! You'll have your hands full,
if you stop to look into every case of
the kind Goodwin spoke little con-
temptuously, and then went forward


.Ah, Martin! said he, as the latter en-
tered his store about two hours after yard,
how comes on your Irishman and his
dead horse ?


There was an amused expression on
his face.


Bad enough at present, was answered.
Poor fellow! The death of his horse is
to him indeed q calamity like the burn
ing of mechanics shop with all his
tools, or the sinking of q merchants
ship wherein was all his fortune. But l
think we can put him all right with the
world, and at very small cost to our
selves. / propose that five individuals
contribute ten dollars each, and buy him
another horse. Here's the list; I have
put down my name, and Gregg has fol-
lowed suit You will make the third,
and know who to calculate on for the
fourth and fifth subscriptions


Martin only partly unfolded his sub
scription paper, for strong negative
came into the face of Goodwin.


I'm too poor to make ten dollar sub
for the purchase Of cart hor-
,es for begg arly Irishmen,' he answered. |
If / once undertook the business, l |
would soon have my hands full. Take |
my advice and keep your money, your
time, and your pleasant feelings, and
lon't waste either in the thankless task !
Of collecting money to pay for dead
horses
not turned from his good purpose. He
in getting thirty five dollars
and then adding fifteen from
his own purse, he went to the humble |
abode of the poor Irishman, whom he
lOulo ualt SIupiu Will oSSpoAaOuSN, t
amid his wife and children.


Come, come, Jimmy Mcguire! he
said cheerfully, this will never do
Brighten up, man..


There's no Frightening up for me, yer |
honor replied Jimmy sadly. Poor Bar |
new is kilt dead and he drew his hand
across his eyes. The carts Of no use
now, and if l was to die for it, couldn' t
tiud money enough to buy another horse |
Och! yer honor, and what is to become |
of us ALL


The picture that Martin looked upon
in that humblest abode, lay all in dark
shadow. There was not upon it a single
sleam of sunshine.


What did Barney cost?


i paid thirty five dollars for him, hard
earned money, and he was cheap at that,
yer honor


Find another horse as good, or even
a little better than Barney, and will
buy him for you, Jimmy. Some kind
gentlemen have placed money in my
hands for that purpose


Broad flashes of sunlight fell instantly
on the living picture, which lay m oment
before in deepest shadow.


sOcn, sir is it indade as you sav?'
Jimmy caught at the arm of Mr.. Martin
and looked into his face almost wildly.


Just as I say. Jimmy. Find the horse
and will buy him for you


From the valley of grief and despair
to the mountain-top of Joy. the Irish
mans household passed, as by single
stride They overwhelmed their bene
factor with noisy gratitude, and placed
him at once high in the calendar Of
saints


That evening Mr.. Goodwin sat alone
in his parior. The picture was on the
wall, but his eyes were already more
than half satisfied with its beauty and
ceased to turn themselves toward it for
pleasure A friend had been invited
home st tea time to look At his picture
He had an artists eve and knew good
painting from bad one Unfortunately
for Mr. Goodwyn, he detected giaring
faults in the landscape, and did not hesi !