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possession; and so I stepped in to ask the price. It was just two dollars.
Cheap enough, thought I. And this very cheapness was a further temptation.
“ So I turned out the contents of my pockets, counted them over, and found the amount to be two dollars and a quarter.
“I guess I'll take it,' said I, laying the money on the shopkeeper's counter.
“Better have paid Mrs. Blake.' This thought crossed my mind, an hour afterwards, by which time, the little ornament had lost its power of pleasing. “So much would at least have been saved.'
“I was leaving the table, after tea, on the evening that followed, when the waiter said to
66. Mrs. Blake is at the door, and wishes to see you.'
“ I felt worried at hearing this; for there was no change in my pockets, and the poor washerwoman, had, of course, come for her money.
“. She's in a great hurry,' I muttered to myself, as I descended to the door.
“You'll have to wait until you bring home my clothes next week, Mrs. Blake. I havn't any change this evening.'
“ The expression of the poor woman's face, as she turned slowly away, without speaking, rather softened my feelings.
“ • I'm sorry,' said I—but, it can't be helped now. I wish you had said, this morning, that you wanted money. I could have paid you then.'
“She paused, and turned partly towards me as I said this. Then she moved off, with something so sad in her manner, that I was touched, sensibly.
“I ought to have paid her this morning when I had the change about me. And I wish I had done so. Why didn't she ask for her money if she wanted it so badly.'
“I felt, of course, rather ill at ease. A little while afterwards, I met the lady with whom I was boarding
“ • Do you know anything about this Mrs. Blake, who washes for me?' I enquired.
“ Not much; except that she is very poor, and has three children to feed and clothe. And what is worst of all, she is in bad health. I think she told me this morning, that one of her little ones was very sick.'
"I was smitten with a feeling of self-condemnation, and soon after left the room. It was too late to remedy the evil, for I had only a sixpence in my pocket; and, moreover, I did not know where to find Mrs. Blake.
Having purposed to make a call upon some young ladies that evening, I now went up into my room to dress. Upon my bed lay the spotless linen brought home by Mrs. Blake in the morning. The sight of it rebuked me; and I had to conquer, with some force, an instinctive reluctance,
, before I could compel myself to put on a clean shirt, and snow-white vest, too recently from the hand of my unpaid washerwoman.
“One of the young ladies upon whom I called was more than a mere pleasant acquaintance. (And here Mr. Smith glanced, with a tender
smile, towards me.) My heart had, in fact been warming towards her for some time, and I was particularly anxious to find favor in her eyes. On this evening she was lovelier and more attractive than ever.
“ Judge, then, of the effect produced upon me by the entrance of her mother—at the very moment when my heart was all a-glow with love, , who said, as she came in
“Oh, dear! This is a strange world!
now, mother ? asked one of her daughters, smiling.
“No new one, child; but an old one that looks more repulsive than ever,' was answered. Poor Mrs. Blake came to see me just now, in great trouble.' " " What about, mother? All the young
ladies at once manifested unusual interest.
Tell-tale blushes came instantly to my countenance, upon which the eyes of the mother turned themselves, as I felt, with a severe scrutiny.
66 The old story in cases like her’s,' was an. swered. Can't get her money when earned, although, for daily bread, she is dependent on her daily labor. With no food in the house, or money to buy medicine for her sick child, she was compelled to seek me to-night, and to humble her spirit, which is an independent one, so low as to ask bread for her little ones, and the loan of a pittance with which to get what the doctor has ordered for her feeble sufferer at home.'
Oh, what a shame !' fell from the lips of her in whom my heart felt more than a passing interest; and she looked at me earnestly as she spoke.
66«She fully expected,' said the mother, 'to get a trifle that was due her from a young man who boards with Mrs. Corwin; and she went to see him this evening. But he put her off with
How strange that any one should be so thoughtless as to withhold from the poor their hard-earned pittance! It is but a small sum, at best, that the toiling seamstress or washerwoman can gain by her wearying labor. That, at least, should be promptly paid. To withhold it an hour is to do, in many cases, a great wrong.'
“For some minutes after this was said, there ensued a dead silence. I felt that the thoughts of all were turned upon me as the one who had withheld from poor Mrs. Blake the trifling sum due her for washing. What my feelings were, it is impossible for me to describe; and difficult for any one, never himself placed in so unpleasant a position, to imagine.
My relief was great when the conversation flowed on again, and in another channel ; for I then perceived that suspicion did not rest upon
You may be sure that Mrs. Blake had her money before ten o'clock on the next day, and that I never again fell into the error of neglecting, for a single week, my poor washerwoman."
“ Such a confession from you, Mr. Smith, of all men,” said I, feeling a little uncomfortable, that he should have told this story of himself.
“We are none of us perfect,” he answered, “ He is best, who, conscious of natural defects and evils, strives against, and overcomes them.”
MY BORROWING NEIGHBOR.
“I THINK, my dear,” said I to my husband one day, " that we shall have to move from here.”
Why so ?” asked Mr. Smith, in surprise. “It is a very comfortable house. I am certain we will not get another as desirable at the same rent.”
“I don't know that we will. But-" Just as I said this, my cook opened the door of the room where we were sitting and said,
“ Mrs. Jordon, ma'am, wants to borrow half a pound of butter. She says, they are entirely out, and their butter-man won't come before to morrow.”
“Very well, Bridget, let her have it." The cook retired.
“Why do you wish to move, Jane ?” asked my husband, as the girl closed the door.
“ Cook's visit was quite apropos," I replied. “ It is on account of the “half pound of butter,' 'cup of sugar,' and 'pan of flour' nuisance.”
“I don't exactly comprehend you, Jane,” said my husband.
“ It is to get rid of a borrowing neighbor. The fact is, Mrs. Jordon is almost too much for