Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-05-20

! both gouep' said John looking upwards.
3 "Poor orphan! I Twill not rob you,
t exclaimed the woman, reaching back th
i, money, while her voice grew tremulou
. and her large, dark eyes became soft vii.
D moisture.
: 30 no, no indsodl my mother woul
: tell me to give it to you," said Johr
Then, unable to keep down his strugglin
r heart a moment longer, he turned fror
e her, and ran with all his might toward
his masters house.
: She looked after him till he wa out o
sight, then crossed the street and entere'
bakers shop. The man WAS we'll know
f to her; and after receiving the change 70
q shilling's worth Of bread, she could no
refrain from relating what had just hap
pened. ~ wish" she added, "you woult
mark the piece and keep it awhile. III
can possibly save another shilling, 1 wan
to take it back, and restore to the pool
child his mothers keepsake"
i But the baker, too, had . heart. al
will mark il" said he, "and hand it t.
the boy the next time he goes by; know
him by sight. But you are entirely vel
come to the bread"
He laid the other shilling before hel
on the counter. Then opening door d
tho back end of tho room, be called hi,
wife, q pleasant looking little woman, and
repeated the tale to her.
"Why, you don't say sol" she replied,
wiping her gentle, blue eyes Is he finish.
ed. But come now, Mrs. Stanhope,"
she added, "walk right out here and have
q cup of tea. The teakettle is boiling this
minute"
The tea was made, the tea-table quickly
spread with the best the house afforded,
and the famished mother and children sat
down with these kind-hear,ed people, to
the first comfortable meal they had enjoy
ed for weeks.
After tea, the bakers wife coaxed the
eldest child into her lap, and gained her
entire confidence by the gift of ginger
bread lamb. But even this wonder of art
could not long keep open the eyslids Of
the weary child. Her hands sunk down
aud she fell fast asleep, still grasping her
new treasure. "It does seem to me-"
said the kind woman, gazing down fondly
on the curly head that lay against her bo-
som, "that she has look like my Willie!
Poor thing! how can she walk another
step to nightI ouppv.s y-. ,--.- L.- -
few days with me" she added earnestly,
81 am 50 lonesome! find l don't get
over missing my little boy. 1t would be
real comfort to put her into his trundle-
bed close to mine, where I could reach
out in the night to see if she was covered
up, and feel her little head on the pillow
aud hear her breathing in her sleep. I
will take the very best care of her," she
continued pleadingly, seeing the mother
did not reply.
"May God in heaven reward your
she exclaimed at length, with q burst of
tears. "Yes, will leave her thankfully
till can turn over some plan for getting
along. Live as have done, csn no
longer"
She printed soft kiss on the child 8
brow, pressed the hand of her kind friend
and stole noiselessly out of the room. As
she passed down the outer steps, sho was
still sad, but it was not the sadness of des-
pair. There was a warmth about her
heart, q hope in her soul, such as she had
not known for many a long day; warmth
of hope, kindled by the breath of human
kindness. "God has not yet forsaken us!
said she to herself. "Blessings on that
good woman! Blessings on her kind hus-
bandl Blessings on that dear orphan boy !
Aye, and blessings too on that hard and
,ruel man! I recall my curse. He is
poorer, more wretched than Ip Thus
nusing and praying, with fresh trust in
she bent her steps towards
,er wretched home.
The baker marked the coin, a he had
promised. For SO simple . job, it oc-
'upied him long time. As he scraped
md scraped slowly with his penknife,
many thoughts rose unbidden in his mind.
Prominent above all others WAS that of
he sELFIsHNEss OF BIN. That hard
learted grocer, that drunken father! But
nee outroot that ono evil principle from
heir bosoms, and oil this blight and mis-
ry would be turned to joy. Then pang
truck across his heart, at the remember
nee of his own life. The serene content
,ent with which he had enjoyed his hap {
y lot, unmiudful, to 50 great degree, of
he wretchedness of his brothers and sis. t
,rs of humanity, seemed to him hateful
, its sclfshness. Unconsciously, he had /
larked on the coin the figure of . Cross