The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-07-14

Their chucklc had scarcely died away,
however, before George, with his cap
and shoes off, stepped before the Judge,
and with confident look exclaimed
Yes, sir, I'll climb it !"
You, my lad /; are you strong
enough -
ooh yes, sir, am used to climbing
Then 90 ahead, my little Spartan, ="
said the Judge, at the same time giving
him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
Steadily, hand over hand, his feet
clutching the pole in manner that
proved him to be an expert climber,
George made his way to the very top of
the staff, which was so slender that it
swayed to and fro with its weight No
thing daunted, he wound his legs right
and left around the pole, and with his
right hand untwisted the cord. Shouting
fcarlessly to those below to hoist away,
he clung on till the flag fairly reached
the top, and then slowly descended
The cheers that now rent the air were
terrific everybody, opposition and all,
joined in one universal shout. After
the excitement had somewhat subsided,
Judge s. looked upon the boy with
admiration, and took out his pocket
book to pay him the promised reward.
George noticed the action and ex-
claimed
/" Keep your money, sir; | want no
pay for helping to raise the American
flag"
"Nobly said, my little man what is
your name 7" inquired the Judge.
"George Wentworth, sir; | am an
orphan, and have just arrived in search
ot employment" replied our hero, his
bright eye glistening with tear.
Well, you shall live with me !" cx-
claimed the Judge, "I'll take care Of
you for the future"
Five years passed from the time
feorge Wentworth became a member
If his benefactor's family. In the
Judge s. had been de.
Gated by his political opponent, and
feorge had been initiated into the mys-
cries Of the " Art of Arts" He had
become general favoritc with the citi
ems, and was looked upon as the adopt
ID son of the Judge 1t was even
in private circles that he was
o be the envied husband of the beautiful
md accomplished Ida, the Judges only
,hid. But this g Gorge had not dared to
lream of; though he never felt 50 happy
IS when in her presence, and it did make
lis muscles twitch to see the foppish
tudents from the college swarm around
he acknowledged idol of his heart
Poor youth Had he known the real I
tate Of lda's feelings, the thought
would have turned his brain and could t
he have interpreted the dream of joyIi
hat flashed from her eyes whenever he i
Uttered noble sentiment or sally Of f
Wit, it would have filed his soul with P
cstacy and delight. t
One fine day in the latter part of
Tune, Ida, her father, and George were
a sail on the lake, in their trim
title yatch, the Swan," which had
gon the cup at the last regatta, under
he management of our hero, who was +
t the present standing with his hand on o
he mast, gazing at the beautiful scenery a
n the opposite shore. The Judge held a
he tiller, and Ida was leaning over the d
ide of the boat, trailing her hand through a
he clear water of the lake, when a gust P
f wind careened the yatch so that she "
,st her balance and fell into the water. II
gorge heard the splash made by Ida, a
ld before the Judge could utter a cry, al
I'D kicked off his light summer shoes ol
nd plunged in to her rescue. Being I'll
skillful and vigorous swimmer, he az
lme up with the struggling girl before p
or clothes allowed her to sink, and en- Il
vining her waist with his LETT arm, C,
ruck out with his right, and kept her 81
Dove water until the Judge turned the ii
pat and came to their relief. In few el
oments they were safely in the boat
,ain, and Ida soon recovered from the ia
fects of her unexpected bath. The 10
d Judge embraced George and cx- Il