The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1852-07-15
Translated from the German for the n. York Organ
Providence Prospers Honesty.
By MRS. ST. SIMON.

A poor bow. about ten years Of age, en-
tered the warehouse Of the rich merchant.
Samuel Richter. in Danizl., and asked The
book keeper for aims. You will get moth
inp here grumblcd the man, without raIs.
mo his head from his book, 'be off,
Weeping bitterly, the boy gldcd towards
The door, a, The momen. Herr Richter en-
,ered.
What is the matter here?' he asked,
turning to the hook keeper.
"A worthless beggar-boy, was the mans
answer and he scarcely looked UP from his
work.
In The meanwhile, Herr Richter glanced
towards the boy, and remarked that, when
lose 10 the door, he picked up something
from the ground. slIa. my little lad, what
: ,hnt you picked up? he cried. The
weeping boy turned, and showed him Il
acede.
And what will you DO with ii?' asked
he other.
N, i1cke, has holes 10 it, was the an,
swer, i viii sew up the big ones.
Herr Richter was pleased with this reply.
and stl!l more with the boys innocent,
handsome face 'Bul are you no, asham'
4d,' he said, in kind, though in serious
tone, svou, so young and hearty, to beg
| Can YOU no, work.!
| .Ah. NV dear sir. replied the boy, u do
not know how, and am too little Vet TO
hresb or fell wood My father died three
weeks ago, and my poor mother and little
brothers have enieu nothing these twodays.
Then | ran out in anguish and begged for
Inns. But, alas! a single peasant only
ave me yesterday piece Of bread since
then have not eaten morse'.'
|, is quite customary for beggars by
,rade 10 con,rive tales like this, and this
hardens many heart against the claims
of genuine want. But this time the mer-
| chant trusted the boys honest face. he
thrust his hand into his pocket, drew forth
niece of money, and said:
There is halfn dollar; go to the bakers
and with half the money buy bread ioi
Yourself, your mother aud your brothers
bu, bring back the other half 10 me-
The boy took the money, and ran joyful!
Is AWAY.
.Wel,' said the surly book k-keeper, She
will laugh in his sleeve, and mover come
back agsin.'
.Wbo knows? replied Herr Richter
And rs ho spoke he beheld the boy return
ing. and running quickly, with large oa
of black bread in one hand, and some mon
ey 10 the other.
There. good sirr he cried. almost breath
less, there is the rest Of the money Then
being very hungry, he begged a, once io'
knife, to Gu, Of piece of the bread. The
book k-keeper reached him in silence hi'
pocket knife.
i The lad cut off slice in great haste
and was about to bite upon il. But sud
denly he hethoueh, himself, laid the breat
aside, and, folding his hands, rehearsed
silent prayer. Then he fell TO his moa
Il with hearty appetite.
The mcrchan, was moved BY the boy
unaffected pie,y. lie inquired after hi
family and home, aud learned from hi
simple narrative that his father had live
lin yiIlnpe, about four miles distant fror
Dontzic. where he owned small hous
and farm. Bn, his house had been bnrne
to tho ground, and much sickness in hi
family had compelled him to sell his farm
/, lie had hired himself out To rich neigh
;, Dor, hut before three weeks were at Al
. end he died, broken down by griet and eS
= cossive toll. And now his mother, whom
rrow had thrown upon bed OF sickness
was, with her four children, suffering tn
bIlerost poverty. He, the oldest, had re
: solved to seek for assistance, and had gon
n, frs, from village to village, then ha
struck into the high road, and at last, hay