DISGRACED THE FAMILY.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2256, 25 June 1881, Page 3

DISGRACED THE FAMILY.

A traveller in the State of Illinois came to a Lut on the prairie, near Cairo, and there halted. He went into a house. It was a wretched affair, with an ompty box fOr a table, while two or three old chairs and disabled stools disgraced the reoeption room, the dark walls of which were further ornamented by dirty tinware and a broken shelf artiole or two. The woman was orying in one corner, and the man, with tears in his eyes and a pipe in his mouth, sat on a stool, with his dirty arms resting on his knees, and his sor-rowful-looking head supported by the palms of his hands. Not a word greeted the interloper. "Well," he said, "you seem to be in awful trouble here ; what's up ?" " Ah, we are almost crazed, neighbor," said the woman; " and we ain't got no patienoe to see folks now." " That's all right," said the visitor, not much taken back by this polite rebuff; " but can I be of any service to you in all this trouble?"

" Well, we've lost our gal; our Sal's gone off and left us," said the man, in tones of despair. " Ah! do you know what induced her to leave you ?" remorked the new arrivol. " Well, we can't say, stranger, es how's she's so far lost as to be induced, but then she's gone and disgraced us," remarked the afflicted father.

" Yes, neighbor, and—not as I should sayi t as is her mother—but there warn't a pootier gal in the West than our Sal. She's gone and brought ruin on us and on her own head now," followed the stricken mother.

"Who has she gone off with?" inquired the visitor.

" Well, there's the trouble. The gal could have done well, and might have married Martin Kehoe, a capital shoemaker, who, although he has got but one eye, plays on the flute in a lively manner, and earns a good living. Then, look, she was surrounded by all the luxury in the oountry," said the father.

" Yes, who knows what poor Sal will have to eat, drink, or wear now ?" groaned the old woman.

" And who is the fellow that hat taken her into such misery ?" " Why, she's gone off and got married to a critter called an editor, as lives in the village, and the Lord only knows how he airns a living !"—New York Paper.