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60 OLD JUPE. “Tere we are,” said Parcell ; “come in and spend the night. It’s not far from morning now, I daresay. It will be dan- gerous for you to return alone. to the Parker House ‘at this hour,” “Vm not afraid, . Good-night, Parcell: Take better care of your wife.” bsrcestys jnesscx “Oh, you needn't, talk,” muttered: Pareell, as he pushed away the board which formed the dvor of his ‘shanty, and went in, while Luke strode back to: his hoteh “Ts that you?” inquired a sharp voice at. the noise he made in entering. ba | : “Yes, iVs me? Got any matches, or any fire? Bryant says you're sick,” | i “Well, I’m afraid Lam down at last. I got up though after he was here, and tried. to. finish my ironing. I quis there are still a few coals in the kettle.” Parcell obtained a match out of hig vest- x : Berek pet rt lg vest-pocket, and lighted “J thought if there was.fire enough, I would cook you a dish of. oysters, Nettie, my love”. - ) “ Oh, dear,’ said. the. sick, woman, rising, eagerly in bed “T wish you would, Parcell, I hain’t. eaten a morsel Ae day, and I guess it’s that, more’n, any thing else, that ails me.” ot “Why. didn’t you eat, my dear?” — | ) “ You. know you carried off all. the money I took in Jast week, Pareell. I hadn’t enough left. to last. unti] I receive more. . You, know provisions are fearfully high,” : “Gracious! girl, | had. no. intention, of starving you. I thought ten dollars a dozen for washing would keep you ‘and me too,’ and he stirred the oysters around violently in the old tin cup, which he had set, over. the. few the kettle, which kettle had been improyis iron by. | He cooked the dish to perfection, and ag he set it before his wife, gave her a kiss, which she did not retuy seemed to shrink from. Parcell loved his wife: It was the one saving trait in a character otherwise thoroughly debased. A gambler by pro- fession, and vuilty of crimes which would haye placed bim ; Pees a eee Ve piped pia dn., coals remaining in ed for a furnace to n, but rather