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. No article of trade, however petty,
that he thought himself able to make a few dollars by, was passed
aside unnoticed, while he would sell from the paltry amount of a pound
of flour to the largest quantity of merchandize required. Like all
persons who are suddenly elevated, from comparative dependence, to
wealth, he had become purse proud and ostentatious, as he was humble
and cringing before the war. In this display of the mushroom, could be
easily discovered the vulgar and uneducated favorite of frikle
fortune. Even these displays could have been overlooked and pardoned,