The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1845-04-19

ale parent, he SET up in bed and began TO-
sob for the list time since his father So
bru,ally bea, him. Mrs Damer had brought
up the supper, hoping 10 find him there
and ye. almost fearing and trembling TO set
him. She sat down the plate of bread and
butter, aid elapsed her boy in her arms
and wop, with him. lie was her favorin
child, always gentle and affecIionale, w heit
he could be, he was nevertheless i'll treated
by the lalher,and of course the more doa,edl
upon-ihe more loved by the mother.
When he found she was crying the brave
little fellow, with desperate effort, forced
back his tears, and winding his laceraled
arms around her neck, he kissed her and
tried 10 sootl her
Don't cry. dear mother, am not much
hurt said he, looking into her face, ant
trying to smile, but The we, eyeIds droopt
and he laid his face in her bosom.
You do not deserve this, my noble boy!
she murmured, kissing his forehead, 'your
father will he sorry for il some day; yes
my child, God will bless you, and when
you are a man, such as my hear, tells me
you will be, HE will think of this and weep
and temble, and pray for it 10 his very
grave.
Il know it, mother, told him So said
The boy, raising nis hands, his eyes spark.
ling with an uuear,hly light--'bul | AIN
glad Of il now; i, has opened new worlC
TO me-a light broke on me even while
was standing there, with the whip playing
ike scorping abou, my shoulders, s,mu,her
mother, it almost dszzled we with brliian
The mighty future lay unrolled like agrea
sea before me, and launched upon it
bosom in food Of old, | didn'. feel III
whip, only thought of ,hal-and then, ,an
lhen- mother, how old am II
'FourIeelh. my son. said she. looking
On her boy with establishment, for she hat
never heard language like that iIom lip
before.
Yes, this morning was fourteen, but
I'm much older now. mother said he. with
Irawnng his arms from her neck, and look
ng strangely beautiful as he turned hl
ayes upwards and clasped his hands on hi
BOSOM: tell you mother, It's the pulses o
he heart and the thoughts of the BRAIN shs
make the lime, and on! how learfully have
mine lived since morning. Your hoy i
,lmos. man in heart, mother-yes,' b.
whispered, i will never trouble father Il
horse whip me again, can take, care .
myself now.
Mrs. Damer drew back with tears in he
eyes and scarcely dared TO answer the chi!'
before her, mighty change had indeed
come over him; the spirit of that poor abus
ed boy had suddenly grown in power snt
mi ghl, until, he was as much above his uP
pressor as the stars are above the earth.
AT that momen, liuIe Mary crept softly
in, in her night gown, with large piece o.
apple pie in her hand She was beauil'
(uI child, with deep loving blne eyes, and
haxen ringels playing over her innocent
brow. The traces Of tears were on her
ripe rosy cheeks, but she smiled as she saw
heI brother sitting up.Layingt he pie on the
pate sh6 climbed upon the bed, q winding
4 ltI in
with The tenderness of warm hearted ,hlld
Il have brought you some pie, deaI
George said she, j didh't want any sup
per myself, and saved it for you, because
| know you are hungry. Father shtn''
whip you again, he shant, he shant, sh'
|continued, sobbing aloud, while the poor
boy pressed her 10 his heart and began Il
cry himself at ,his new proof Of affection.
NO, no; sis, he won't whip me again
never-neverv
| knew he wouId'nG would go between
you and he might beat me 10 death, J
shouldn't cale, but he should never touch
you again, my dear, good, kind George; !
am sure you are ten thousands times better
than father ever wac or ever will be-
mo, noIgood' murmurod the boy, :bu,
| will always be kind 10 you poor child
God bless you, my sweet siS.eTgood nigh
go now, and putting her gentlp from hiu
she slipped away and obeyed him withou