“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Conway,” said the store-keeper, looking into his
money-drawer; “I have not five shillings here, and your bill is five
dollars and ninepence.”
The poor woman thought of her invalid child, and wrung her hands.
“A sailor was here a while ago and selected full five dollars’ worth
of articles, here on the counter, and went away to get his wages to
pay for them; but I question if he comes back. If he does and pays for
them, you shall have your money, madam.”
At this instant Jack made his appearance in the door.
“Well, ship-mate,” he cried, in a tone much more elevated than when he
was discovered speaking with the captain; “well, my hearty, hand over
my freight. I’ve got the document, so give us possession!” and
displaying his five-dollar note, he laid hold of his purchases.
The store-keeper, examining and seeing the note was a good one, bade
him take them with him, and then sighing, as he took another and last
look at the bill, he handed it to the poor widow, who, with a joyful
smile, received it from him and hastened from the store.
In a low and very humble tenement, near the water, was a family of
poor children, whose appearance exhibited the utmost destitution. On a
cot-bed near, lay a poor woman, ill and emaciated. The door opened,
and a man in coarse, patched garments entered with a wood-saw and
cross, and laid them down by the door side, and approached the bed.
“Are you any better, dear?” he asked in a rough voice, but in the
kindest tones.
“No――have you found work? If you could get me a little nourishing
food, I should regain my strength.”
The man gazed upon her pale face a moment, and again taking up his saw
and cross, went out. He had not gone far before a woman met him, and
said she wished him to follow her and saw some wood for her. His heart
bounded with hope and gratitude, and he went after her to her
dwelling, an abode but little better than his own for its poverty, yet
wearing an air of comfort. He sawed the wood, split and piled it, and
received six shillings, with which he hastened to a store for
necessaries for his sick wife, and then hurried home to gladden her
heart with the delicacies he had provided. Till now he had had no work
for four days, and his family had been starving; and from this day his
wife got better and was at length restored to her family and to
health, from a state of weakness to which another day’s continuance
would probably have proved fatal.
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