The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-07-21
WESTERLY. r. l., THURSDAY, JULY q, 1853.


with new born consideration for the
boy, not unmingled with respect, until
u measure Of calmness was restored.
John" he then said, eff your
mother is in trouble, it may be in my
power to relieve her."
90, sir !" exclaimed the lad, eagerly
coming up to Mr.. Everett, and, in the
forgettulncss of the moment, laying his
small hand upon that of his employer,
4" if you will, you can"
Hard indeed would have been the
heart that could have withstood the
appealing eyes lifted by John lowering
to the face of Mr. Everett. But, Mr..
Everett had not hard heart. Love OF
self and the world had encrusted it with
indifference towards others but, the
crust was now broken through.
"Speak freely, my good lad," said
he kindly. "Tell me of your mother
What is her trouble 7"
eve are very poor, sir" Tremu-
lous and mournful was the boys voice !"
e" And mother isn't well. She does all
she can and my wages help a little.
But, there are three of us children ;
and | am the Oldest. None of the rest
can earn anything Mother couldn' It
help getting behind with the rent, sir,
because she hadn't the money to pay it
with. This morning, the man who owns
the house where we live, came for some
money, and when mother told him that
she had none, he got, oh, so angry! and
frightened us all. lie said if the rent
wasn't paid by tomorrow, he'd turn us
all into the street. Poor mother! She
went to bed sick"
How much does your mother owe
this man :" asked Mr.. Everett.
90, it's a great deal, sir. Pm afraid
she'll never be able to pay it; and |
don't know what we'll do"
How much :"
"Fourteen /" dollars, SIR" answered the
lad.
"Is that all - And Mr.. Everett
thrust his hand into his pocket. "Here
are twenty dollars. Run home to your
mother and give them to her with my
compliments"
The boy grasped the money eagerly,
and as he did SO, in an irrepressible
burst Of gratitude, kissed the hand from
which he received it. lie did not speak
for strong emotion choked all utterance
but Mr.. Everett saw his heart in his
large wet eyes; and it was overhowing
with thankfulness.
"Stay a moment," said the broker,
as John Lowering was about passing
the door Perhaps [ had
better write note to your mother"
q wish you would, sir" answered
the boy, as he came slowly back.
A brief note was written, in which
Mr.. Everett not only offered present aid,
but promised, for the sake OF old recol-
lectious which are now crowding fast
upon his mind, to be the widows future
friend.
For half an hour after the lad depart
ed, the broker sat musing, with his eyes
upon the floor. His thoughts were clear
and his feelings tranquil. lie had made
on that day the sum of thousand dollars
by single transaction, but the thought
of this large accession to his worldly
goods did not give him 1.-THE of the
pleasure he derived from the bestowal
of twenty dollars. He thought, too, of
the three hundred dollars he had lost by
n misplaced confidence; yet, even as
the shadow cast from that event began
to fall upon his heart, the bright face of
John Levering was conjured up by
fancy, and all was sunny again.
Mr.. Everett went home to his family
On that evening, cheerful minded man.
Whyi Not because he was richer, by
nearly two thousand dollars. That cir
would have possessed no
power to lift him above the shadowcd,
fretful state which the Toss of the three
hundred had produced. Why He
had bestowed of his abundance, and thus
made suffering hearts glad; and the
Of this pervaded his bosom
with a warming sense of delight.
Thus il is that true bcnovolencc car