You
May See A Thousand Rags Or Garments Of A Thousand Shapes And
Colours Cast In To Be Boiled, Bleached, Pulled To Pieces,
Combed And Woven, And Finally Come Out As A Piece Of Cloth A
Thousand Yards Long Of A Uniform Harmonious Pattern, Smooth,
Glossy, And Respectable.
His individuality gone, he would in
a sense be lost to her; and although by nature a weak timid
Woman, though poor, and a stranger in a strange place, this
thought, or feeling, or "ridiculous delusion" as most people
would call it, had made her strong, and she had succeeded in
keeping her boy out of school.
Hers was an interesting story. Left alone in the world she
had married one in her own class, very happily as she
imagined. He was in some business in a country town, well off
enough to provide a comfortable home, and he was very good; in
fact, his one fault was that he was too good, too open-hearted
and fond of associating with other good fellows like himself,
and of pledging them in the cup that cheers and at the same
time inebriates. Nevertheless, things went very well for a
time, until the child was born, the business declined, and
they began to be a little pinched. Then it occurred to her
that she, too, might be able to do something. She started
dressmaking, and as she had good taste and was clever and
quick, her business soon prospered. This pleased him; it
relieved him from the necessity of providing for the home,
and enabled him to follow his own inclination, which was to
take things easily - to be an idle man, with a little ready
money in his pocket for betting and other pleasures.
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