International Weekly Miscellany of Literature, Art, and Science — Volume 1, No. 4, July 22, 1850 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about International Weekly Miscellany of Literature, Art, and Science — Volume 1, No. 4, July 22, 1850.

International Weekly Miscellany of Literature, Art, and Science — Volume 1, No. 4, July 22, 1850 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about International Weekly Miscellany of Literature, Art, and Science — Volume 1, No. 4, July 22, 1850.

“No; not one shilling,” answered Mrs. Lawson, turning over a leaf of her novel.

“One sixpence, then—­one small, poor sixpence.  You do not know how even a sixpence can gladden the black heart of poverty when starvation is come.  One sixpence, I say—­let me have it quickly.”

“Not one farthing I shall give you.  I do beg you will trouble me no further.”

Mrs. Lawson turned her back partially to him, and fixed all her attention on the novel.

“Woman!  I have cringed and begged; I would not so beg for myself, from you—­no:  I would lie down and die of want before I would, on my own account, request of you—­of your hard heart—­one bit of bread.  All the finery that surrounds you is mine—­it was purchased with my money, though now you call it yours; and, usurping the authority of both master and mistress here, you—­in what you please to call your economical management—­dole out shillings to me when the humor seizes you, or refuse me, as now, when it pleases you.  But, woman, listen to me.  I shall never request you for one farthing of money again.  No necessity of others shall make me do it.  You shall never again refuse me, for I shall never give you the opportunity.”

He turned hastily from the room, with a face on which the deep emotion of an aroused spirit was depicted strongly.

In the lobby he met his son, Henry Lawson.  The young man paused, something struck by the excited appearance of his father.

“Henry,” said the father, abruptly, “I want some money; there is a poor woman whom I wish to relieve—­will you give me some money for her?”

“Willingly, my dear father; but have you asked Augusta?  You know I have given her the management of the money-matters of the establishment, she is so very clever and economical.”

“She has neither charity, nor pity, nor kindness; she saves from me—­she saves from the starving poor—­she saves, that she may waste large sums on parties and dresses.  I shall never more ask her for money—­give me a few shillings.  My God! the father begs of the son for what was his own—­for what he toiled all his youth—­for what he gave up out of trusting love to that son.  Henry, my son, I am sick of asking and begging—­ay, sick—­sick; but give me some shillings now.”

“You asked Augusta, then,” said Henry, drawing out his purse, and glancing with some apprehension to the drawing-room door.

“Henry,” cried Mrs. Lawson, appearing at that instant with a face inflamed with anger—­“Henry, I would not give your father any money to-day, because he is so very extravagant in giving it all away.”

Henry was in the act of opening his purse; he glanced apprehensively to Mrs. Lawson; his face had a mild and passive expression, which was a true index of his yielding and easily-governed nature.  His features were small, delicate, and almost effeminately handsome; and in every lineament a want of decision and force of character was visible.

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