Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1850-07-10

Il 90 uODMLUufc pedtcISs Sho tS'""' n
ed, with an aristocratic curl of the neither
lip.
They are SO low in the scale Of being
suggested the elders wife.
And SO imperdent" added Mrs. Skin
ner.
And 50 sharp at bargain! never
could cheat one Of em!' chmed the maid
en- lady.
His clothes have mean look said
| Mrs. Fletcher.
Il think he has gully look in the face
reIoined Mrs. Bell.
He's no better than he should be, III
be bouna' remarked Mrs. Skinner.
Escaped. perhaps, from the house OF
correction. or the almshouse, added the
widow with christian mlldness.
Don't speat of ii resumed Mrs Bell
1T is shocking TO think of. 1t does seem
to me that a body isn't safe from excep-
tionable people any where. If should
90 to the North Pole. really believe some
poor. miserable creature would find me.
especially if thought Of doing any
thing for the heather. IT is Jug-a-not
rersus beggars at home. and which will
prevail. mercy only knows! Alice, hand
me my fam
But this is good pedler; he has got
such nice books!' said Alice, earnestly.
orieved at the unteeling remarks she had
heard.
Have you any works in favo: Of foreign
missionsH asked the elders wife, onde.
scendingly.
Il have not replied Marcus; but have
work in favor of general benevolence
and usefulness.'
'What is it called!' continued Mrs.
| Fletcher.
Iii is called the New Testament an
swered Marcus.
Did you ever hear such impudence!
exclaimed Mrs. Bell.
The New Testament my lad, we are
| all familiar with. We have fed upon it.
as it were from childhood.' retorted Mrs.
Fletcher, with an air of much Christian
forbearance, and some little show OF
| triumph.
III you have no missionary works. we
shall want none Of your tcareS,' added
Mrs. Bell
Marcus turned to go, his face red with
shame and vexation.
Have you the life Of Robert kidd!
| asked Mrs. Fletcher.
No; would not carry such book for
its weight in gold dust. | peddle to pro-
| ~..~ ~. .'.o,.o..-l''i"e, Pui'u'0 s''o
minds Of the young and inexperienced
replied our hero in a clear, mellow voice,
and with a gesture Of contempt
What a reckless creiur!' said the
widow.
u nerer!' exclaimed the elders wife
| Il never did see the beat Of it,
SIS there any men-f folks in the house'
| Il IL. e
alarm.
Marcus walked out Of the room. and
out Of the house Of his fathers brother.
while little Alice followed him to the door
with two large tears in her eyes.
perhaps you arc very poor, and
haven't got any money said the good
girl. attempting to put shilling into his
hand which her father had given her that
very morning.
No. no. said Marcus. wiping his over
flowing eyes with the sleeve of his jacket
Il do no, need it, have money enough
to pay for nights lodging. and more:
but III tell you what ] will do: I'll think
Of you always. and ask God to bless and
keep you from being corrupted by the
wicked world
Marcus paused, and drawing neatly
bound book from his bundle. placed it in
the little hand OF Alice. 1t was entitled
BE courteous to strangers
Take it, said Marcus. 'and sometimes
think Of the poor pedler boy. who sought
entertainment for night at your fathers
house,
With these words our hero walked
rapidly away. When he had left the in
hospitable house good half mile behind.
he sat down by the way side and wept. be-
cause he had no place to lay his head
Mrs. Bell. meanwhile. President Of the
Circle was presiding at a most bountiful
board. which cost about as much as the
receipts Of the united labors of the so
cietv' for the last six months.
While Marcus sat giving unrestrained
indulgence TO his sorrow. hand was laid
softly upon his arm. He look up. and
beheId man somewhat advanced in years
standing beside him. The pedler-boy
b'ushed. involuntarly. at being discover
ed in the indulgence Of such a weakness
as weeping.
.Wha, ails YOU. my little man!' asked
the stranger, kindly.
Marcus was silent ard embarrassed.
Come, don't be afraid continued the
stranger. in tones that sounded friendly
to the friendless boy.
Real kindness seldom fails to win conf
dence; and after little gentle persuasion
on the part Of the stranger. Marcus told
the short history of mis- sorrows. not omit
ting any thing that had ,ranspired at Mr..
Bells
so Mr.. John Bell is your uncle,' said
the stranger.
Yes: but do not wish him to know |
have ever crossed his door, replied Mar
Gus. 4 did not go to solicit charity. or
with the purpose Of revealing myself to
them. onl. asked for nights lodging
Have you no other uncle!' resumed
the stranger
Yes the one Mrs Bell smoke of hui