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for her husband, and, gliding quietly from the room, sat down by her little table and again bent over her work. Now she remembered that he had said, with something unusual in his tones—"I would not sew to-night, Jane; you look tired; rest for one evening"—and her heart was agitated with a new hope; but that hope, like the dove from the ark, found nothing upon which to rest, and trembled back again into a feeling of despondency.

      On the next morning, the unsteady hand of Jarvis, as he lifted his saucer to his lips at the breakfast-table, made his wife's heart sink again in her bosom. She had felt a hope, almost unconsciously. She remembered that at supper-time his hand was firm—now it was unnerved. This was conclusive to her mind, that, notwithstanding his appearance, he had been drinking. But few words passed during the meal, for neither felt much inclined to converse.

      After breakfast, Jarvis returned to the shop and worked steadily until dinner-time, and then again until evening. As on the night before, he did not go out, but retired early to bed. And this was continued all the week. But the whole was a mystery to his poor wife, who dared not even to hope for any real change for the better. On Saturday, towards night, he laid by his work, put on his coat and hat, and went into the front shop.

      "So you have really worked a week, a sober man, John?" Mr. Lankford said.

      "Indeed, I have. Since last Sunday morning, no kind of intoxicating liquor has passed my lips."

      "How much have you earned this week, John?"

      "Here is the foreman's account of my work, sir. It comes to twelve dollars."

      "Still a fast workman. You will yet recover yourself, and your family will again be happy, if you persevere."

      "O, sir, they shall be happy! I will persevere!"

      Another pause ensued, and then Jarvis said, while the color mounted to his cheek—

      "If you are willing, Mr. Lankford, I should like you to deduct only one-half of what I owe you for those furs I took from you, from this week's wages. My family are in want of a good many things; and I am particularly desirous of buying a barrel of flour to-night."

      "Say nothing of that, John. Let it be forgotten with your past misdeeds. Here are your wages—twelve dollars—and if it gives you as much pleasure to receive, as it does me to pay them, then you feel no ordinary degree of satisfaction."

      Mr. Jarvis received the large sum for him to possess, and hurried away to a grocery. Here he bought, for six dollars, a barrel of flour, and expended two dollars more of his wages in sugar, coffee, tea, molasses, &c. Near to the store was the market-house. Thence he repaired, and bought meat and various kinds of vegetables, with butter, &c. These he carried to the store, and gave directions to have all sent home to him. He had now two dollars left out of the twelve he had earned since Monday morning, and with these in his pocket, he returned home. As he drew near the house, his heart fluttered in anticipation of the delightful change that would pass upon all beneath its humble roof. He had never in his life, experienced feelings of such real joy.

      A few moments brought him to the door, and he went in with the quick step that had marked his entrance for several days. It was not quite dark, and his wife sat sewing by the window. She was finishing a pair of pantaloons that had to go home that very evening, and with the money she was to get for them she expected to buy the Sunday dinner. There was barely enough food in the house for supper; and unless she received her pay for this piece of work, she had no means of getting the required sustenance for herself and children—or rather, for her husband, herself and children. The individual for whom it was intended was not a prompt pay-master, and usually grumbled whenever Mrs. Jarvis asked him for money. To add to the circumstances of concern and trouble of mind, she felt almost ready to give up, from the excessive pain in her breast, and the weakness of her whole frame. As her husband came in, she turned upon him an anxious and troubled countenance; and then bent down over her work and plied her needle hurriedly. As the twilight fell dimly around, she drew nearer and nearer to the window, and at last stood up, and leaned close up to the panes of glass, so that her hand almost touched them, in order to catch the few feeble rays of light that were still visible. But she could not finish the garment upon which she wrought, by the light of day. A candle was now lit, and she took her place by the table, not so much as glancing towards her husband, who had seated himself in a chair, with his youngest child on his knee. Half an hour passed in silence, and then Mrs. Jarvis rose up, having taken the last stitch in the garment she was making, and passed into the adjoining chamber. In a few minutes she came out, with her bonnet and shawl on, and the pair of pantaloons that she had just finished on her arm.

      "Where are you going, Jane?" her husband asked, in a tone of surprise, that seemed mingled with disappointment.

      "I am going to carry home my work."

      "But I wouldn't go now, Jane. Wait until after supper."

      "No, John. I cannot wait until after supper. The work will be wanted. It should have been home two hours ago."

      And she glided from the room.

      A walk of a few minutes brought her to the door of a tailor's-shop, around the front of which hung sundry garments exposed for sale. This shop she entered, and presented the pair of pantaloons to a man who stood behind the counter. His face relaxed not a muscle as he took them and made a careful examination of the work.

      "They'll do," he at length said, tossing them aside, and resuming his employment of cutting out a garment.

      Poor Mrs. Jarvis paused, dreading to utter her request. But necessity conquered the painful reluctance, and she said—

      "Can you pay me for this pair to-night, Mr. Willets?"

      "No. I've got more money to pay on Monday than I know where to get, and cannot let a cent go out."

      "But, Mr. Willets, I—"

      "I don't want to hear any of your reasons, Mrs. Jarvis. You can't have the money to-night."

      Mrs. Jarvis moved slowly away, and had nearly reached the door, when a thought of her children caused her to pause.

      "I cannot go, Mr. Willets, without the money," she said, suddenly turning, and speaking in an excited tone.

      "You will go, I'm thinking, madam," was the cool reply.

      "O, sir," changing her tone, "pay me what you owe me; I want it very much."

      "O, yes. So you all say. But I am used to such make-believes. You get no money out of me to-night, madam. That's a settled point. I'm angry now—so you had better go home at once; if you don't, I'll never give you a stitch of work, so help—"

      Mrs. Jarvis did not pause to hear the concluding words of the sentence.

      "What shall I do?" was the almost despairing question that she asked of herself, as she hurried towards her home. On entering the house she made no remark, for there was no one to whom she could tell her troubles and disappointment, with even the most feeble hope of a word of comfort.

      "Does Mr. Jarvis live here?" asked a rough voice at the door.

      "Yes, sir," was the reply.

      "Well, here is a barrel of flour and some groceries for him."

      "There must be some mistake, sir."

      "Is not this Mr. Jarvis's?"

      "Yes."

      "And number 40?"

      "Yes."

      "Then this is the place, for that was the direction given me."

      "Yes, this is the place—bring them in," spoke up Jarvis, in an animated tone.

      The drayman, of course, obeyed. First he rolled in the barrel of flour; then came a number of packages, evidently containing groceries; and, finally, one or two pieces of meat, and sundry lots of vegetables.

      "How much is to pay?" asked Jarvis.

      "Twenty-five cents, sir," responded the drayman, bowing.

      The twenty-five cent piece was taken from his pocket with quite an air, and handed over. Then the drayman went out and that little family were alone again. During the passage of the scene just described, the wife

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