For the first time in her life she was about to sue for help from a stranger, and the blood rushed to her cheeks, as she thought of the humiliation that poverty entails upon mortal.

It is true, she was not about to ask for charity, as her object was only to procure credit for a small quantity of provisions to feed her children with.

The debt would be paid, she knew well enough, but still it was asking a favor, and the idea of being obligated to a stranger, was galling to her proud and sensitive nature.
"Mother," exclaimed the child, as he rose from his bed, "it is morning now; aint I going to get some bread ?" "Yes," she replied, "I will go out to the shop directly and get you some." About an hour afterwards she left the room, and bidding Ella to take care Of her brother, while she was absent, bending her steps towards the store of Mr.Swartz.This gentleman had become, in a few short weeks, possessed of three or four times the wealth he owned when we first introduced him to our readers.

The spirit of speculation had seized him among the vast number of the southern people, who were drawn into its vortex, and created untold suffering among the poorer classes of the people.

The difference with Mr.Swartz and the great majority of southern speculators, was the depth to which he descended for the purpose of making money.