38
THE WEST SHORE.
May, 1879,
THK (JOOlJ OU) KAKM.
"Utere s f to Iki ft rwlVft
"I 1 - .'. : tr men,
Wore the Amy mut T'MiMTlty
Will (IftMI. U 111 fttfftill,
Tin nyg miiM lenrii Out IcarnlM
MmM lliort'n tin uwriut- tit I k,
An' ll.r jrirU 111 1 m t Imrti tliftt lut)
(iiiklu in more ti linn . ...hi
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Ami litK n m in ii ftlftrnu,
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Ait fU Inm on tn -ur forrn
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K nhi' ur likvlrlii tlie ml'Mfo
All' Btlllll' tl for ft ftli'iW
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An' iiiut t lint' 1 . log
An' mora ronl iwfttVn ivmlatitmc'iit.
An' limit Ii Out ii ruM M true.
I know 11 ukai ioui of Ultor,
Hut fMTVl K'.i u 'lifti on' In a alort
Urfotf tou , uu wini itoim) lh In'
An' ulotliiw, wild b HttU mur
"An' m ilwr well rlaar uv UmipUtwn
(n ilia K' h "I oU limiawt form.
An' Uiouftftihl w ftt a'n Iftftlilom
Thai .ml, I. ring )t t- harm
Thar ftlin l.ut lew thai nan htlTiV
Willi ftftfoi) uttinf in. h i ruth,
An' Hi. foi ..( iiuiijr who tr Ii
h " tiumftii iifttur' li rath.
"No, wImmi Ult 1 I to Male riaoit
U)i by the r..Hi ..1.1 form,
An' tha luii ftwwa 11 tollln' liMitier
W out of tha wat ..I liftrin.
He tnotirni t ht lia.ii. lUlil there
A ullm' th. Mi m ),
Wlwrw h.'ll rt . Ml Im. k m lUhn..r
All t Unl rtlrww
"WUi bou in Mn o iNftt-h broken
In health, in mit.l V port
Tn win In ftltfhl n the rlutwr, '
Hi,,-! ftiotlf, whlrh U Mn
An' how ntftitt mourn hm fuelo
TWl Um fltfi I IN the .harm,
The ftfwtt n' In.Uiwmfoiior.
I ft III oil lltr wih.I ..1,1 l.m.
"H. wa 1, tl M i in, IMJML
JuM tat It out pint, v ft.iiftrv,
Th ImkI Rowt wlUi mllkV I
TVm hwwlth V w u thftrw,
An' nail ak lh rfca V ninnrra.
An' mVw 'wi ihf (iMcvful 1 harm
Th4 Vftiu Ui rfiwwf an' blew tl.. in
fothr'ft .leu oltl form "
Arte JiiMfwAn
THK (UN AltliH.
Th. OlMMlft whru I lint know ih.m, livcl
In Kl) ...,, pUoe-i . ,.. (,, hun.lrl chP,
Uwdry lilUa hnuti. tlikt U. tha Ywy ,l.H.r.
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ol Mnunwnl wcnluw U th An.oricw HWi
Tk 1,1,1. .,), . Th Umi, prrUmltoui
.llinp .,MI, ,I i ,H1 ..ul xmUmU.
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hohn.1 now no uom, bnt dun, rni.l mh
iha U. hid Inm Um fuhi.U world ,
wwwraljr Uuui oonld U dono iw bj .(rtnu
, m NrJt) htt young mrnr,l
lolk jul l-jinnm, lif., Ituri on .,nt
ttkllttni 4Mk doakwii wy inrly ( ,von.
Iniw oruaila.1 iuU, Uiom. I hc nry Ucr cur
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WWI W .l lr.HH U. Ihr
wori.1 no mtiur kl .nm or ,m-r lurkol
MM Mft
Itakw. pMii il milkmu. on lhir
omly roomU, dUul U th. Kly.iunnw.
wr li,try lot, m U. My
Old Mr, .ufcl,.. ko bad g.ihrrr.1 th
mm oon,i.uon mm Un dm. hH, n I,
bit Uily ronnd Uw, m ht bruwn Imrn wt
wd -acW b.i Ut b l,mn, Um Klywu.
'. lro Um III Mtnrnacw rut u lb bar
kwuw l U WMft, tumW of tiod'i .
lord cbudrHL
"It M woadriful to wuoh Um rmooai dwl
lag Umm, k. um 10 y. trbw b ul.l
tern in u "oin for uuit etf ellt "h H
M)MJ to Had Um Iim M order od ju.uor tun
11 in., through every life, if mo only has faith."
"Oh: undoubtedly
hoitating ptON " it rciuiron faith Boniutimes
to find it."
It wan Mr. Vaughan who made the t'onarda
known to me.
"Mr. Oontfd," he aaid, "was Nelly Hatter
lee. 1 lined i" teu her 011 her father'), planta
tion. Virginian? Ye. l.ouia county. A
pretty, merry little chit. She ha nil A II 0
chool in No. Illl; hut h doesn't seem to
auccoed. I'm afraid I'nnaril anil the live child
ren are too heavy a load for her hack. She a
frittiulli'ii little soul. She hasu t an acquaint
ance in Klysiuni. place."
1 found Mrs. Coiiard in .'II I. She was a faded,
thin little woman, with lare heautiful dark-
blue eyes, Mill ready to laugh when there was
any excue for it. She wore a faded calico
wrapper, she carried a coarse-looking lialiy on
her arms; and another, hut little older, hung
whining to her shirt. The house was miserahly
hare and comfortless; the lloors were covered
with matting, worn into holes; the odnr of stale
toliacco hung over it all. I he only costly arti
cle 111 the house was an oil painting, in a heavy
fill frame, of a big, llorid, hlack-whiskered man.
I is oily hair was plaatercd down smoothly on
hi forehead. Ho held his gloves and a beaver
hat 111 one lian.l.
"That is Mr. Cnnard," she said, with a shv
pride. "It i taken juat as he rose to mako his
H.ecli on the niggard I'anal lull. Probably
you heard of the speech at the time! It at
tracted great attention. Mr. Conard was in
tho legislature then." She had her school
(alsiut a dozen children from tho neighborhood,
Jive with all the vulgarity and aggressive gen
tility of their parents) 111 0110 of the three chain
bar. Tho Iwd wa carried out of tho room in
the morning and hack at night.
" I might use th dining-room; hut Mr. Oon
ard usually takes a lato breakfast. And the
RUtw l mut keep for him, of course. Ho en
joy hi newspaper and a cigar there. A man
mut 1 in, I rest in hi own home. Mr. Conard
overwork hi brain so dreadfully.
Mr. Conard was a ward politician. Ho has
Imk.ii out M offlot for three years; but waa now
working hard to go lck, by dint of much talk
ing in tbo lagor-lieor aaloons, hall for concert
and grooerie of Klyaium plce, whore he was
known a an eminent citiiten and referee on all
MUM mttor. You heard constantly of "Hob
Law Vi kn'l'ly nd public .pirit. Kven
Mr. aughan loldm that he had a heart as
lug aa an ox; and, indeed, to tee him romp wjt,
tho chiblren ami empty his wife', puree of
market. money, bidding her lot the young devil,
g" to Street', and tiiffthcm.elvcs withcandv "
you uld Wliove iu
'' l''hed a good deal at her .chool, "It
is DlM'l whin,, ha Hid, with a llirt of hi.
pudgy lingers. "I alw.y. ,dged my wit
Um is the acoond Mr. Coiurd) iu their whim.,
Madam 1 he fair sex, you know -the weaker
. 1 hey ,mllt h,nred in their harm
little vaganea I alw.y, wa. th. ir.l.ve.
Ml BUM 1. limit a a teacher. Bht ha. not
MMrtWl -I th.t practical MDKil, MM w
hnd in the women of my State. I , from Ver
niont, MmW A tireou Mountaiu U.y "
Mn. ( Otttltt. little eaming, were their oolv
.PI-irt;h, h. alw.y receive the lull, wit?,
I '"" ."g ner ,111. 1
chin.
der tin
". l.oing on with it yet, eh' l.,ttl hen
ural. lung away ! '
XX'.'. .. . .....
...... ,.. v wie i.uu-l,er or .orne of the
bill, w.ik '.1 I ' "r.omeo the
UIJ with it dear Kolwrt ' ou(1
hobling ui l,y the c,. '
yfm iwing at it a. if Uiroimh a
trnble , ,,, UMk hejxJ als.ut the bilk VToM.
I 7 I,"U, bu,m- A- MM . I am
WM 1 B than, all out of my fa lit?
xSaC U 'V,r' M 3 Si -;;Thev
rery kind U. n,,, Hobarl'
U.tb.U,ern,orU)
But not all of the money went for Honor xt
Cunard hud a oertaiu , ior hi tamily. Dehta
he would not pay with it, being one of the man
who feel that the world owe them a living
but he would occasionally, in a tit of generosity
bring home omo gift a pair of white glove for
Mrs. Conard or satin gaiters for one of tho girU
He was quite just in his verdict on hi. wif.
She was the very worst teacher that I ever
knew. The little she had ever learned the re
membered inaccurately. She would sit holding
her head and pouring over decimals, while the
boys turned summersaults or drew caricature
of her on tho black-board. As for discipline,
she never attempted it. When the twin (the
rullianlv sons of the butcher family) fairly took
possession of the schoolroom, or when her own
children were impertinent, she broke down and
cried, but said nothing. She worked hard
enough to earn some sort of success. She wu
up before daylight and went to bed long after
midnight cooking, scrubbing, making the
trowscrs for the boys or teaching, and always
ready to fly when Mr. Conard whistled for her
to black his shoes, hunt for his pipe, or other
wise wait on him.
Supper was a meal of which Mr. Conard
novor partook. A glass of wine or lager and 1
prot.cl, he said, better stimulated his brain
for tho evening's work whetted his wits. Hs
catno in one wening and found hi wife skill
seated at tho table, the boy baby on hr knee,
supping her tea and laughing with the children.
"At it yot !" he cried. " What an appetite
you have, Kllen I Don't sit munching your
victuals all night, children. You are nuking
mere animals of them, wife 1 "
"Oh! Hubert," Bhe cried, "this i the oaljr
hour's rest I have. I look forward to it all
day. " But she rose hastily, and that wu the
last of the ton-parties with the children. They
did not regret it very much. They war all
like their father but one the eldest girl, Hetty,
With all her struggles, however, Mr. Con
aid's houso was illy kept and her children badly
managed. Every day her inability and faUattj
came to light more strongly.
"In another home," a friend said to Mr.
Vaughan, " with money and ease and refine
meiit altout hor, she would have bloomed into
a moat lovable, charming, helpful woman.
Now where is the order or justice in tnch a lift
aa this? ''
The old man shook his head. " We shall
see it some day."
Her ono anxiety now was how to bring her
childreu out of the slough into which they were
sinking. She wanted to mako them such men
and women as the brother and sister whom she
had lost long ago, who were still types to her
of all that was most noble and pure.
"How can I do it," she said, "when then is
absolutely nothing about them of beauty or re
finement; nothing to humanize them?"
The Kor little woman taught and prayed for
th. 111 Hut sho did not understand that there
w a. not a broad enough point of contact in their
nature, to give hor a hold upon them. Kioept-
mg Hetty, they were like their father tronger,
shrewder, and with more hard common ene
than the. They loved her in a patronising way.
They did not understand her, and she did not
iulliieuce them.
She talked constantly of one plan which she
had to help them. "The only talent I had,
wa a little skill iu music. If I had an instru
ment and ooui.l teach thorn, we could make the
evening, pleasant, and it would keep the boys
011 01 me atreota.
Suddenly the way was opened for her. An
uncle in Norfolk, left her a legacy of two or
three hundred dollar. It wa iiaid into her
own hands. She went out and cleared off every
penny of debt; then came back with fw), ana
ran to Mr. Conard with beaming eyea.
"I have aeen a parlor organ, Robert
can buy it with this. Will yon go and look at
it, and if you like the tone, send it home? Make
them brinii it tn.niaht Oh bova. we are go
ing to have uch a happy time!" dancing aronnd
'"i mo uany on her arm.
Mr. Conard thrn.t tha mnnav in hi Docket,