Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1855-09-05

"A al 81 r. Is SIsas & vi
~ Her ts{iS shs III SDt ~ ~ keepi
hscE: bat pityiuS rs she abe cre4 only /
vess, and ippslse him. Ske roNlj nj say
III ucrds IL sold ~ hare said thanI
as,y oiher-tkas she soon would havo re- |
placed bis loss.
s.l,on,r err, dear mothsr,'' said Josey
family: t.kniyes can't last forever, you
know and IL this must break, see how nice.
4 IN il has come OF, 60 near the handle. j
can use the blade for great many things,
and one of your knives will help too. can
get along nicely, think"
But JoseY found j, hard to comfort his
moor mother. She knew how many lonely
hours that knife ad cheersd-how many
dull ones Il had brishtened-how much de-
liyh, HIS work had always becn'so hsm-how
impossible 1t was for her TO get him another,
for long time-and she remembered, too,
that on the slight earnings Of Josey she
was dependent for the means OF procuring
for him those little luxufies that were almost
neccssaries. when be was feeble aud suffer.
Ing.
Harry could not speak, but his blue eyes
| were full Of tears, and great pain hiled his
| heart, rs he caught the look, more touching
| than eli the mothers words, with whica
Josey gathered up the severed handle and
blade, and put them into the drawer OF bis
| little table. Oh, how few the boys sources
OF happiness must be, when the breaking OF
the simple knife could put such desolate
look INTO his face. Excitement, as it usual
| " did, had made Josey little faint, and
while he lay back with his eyes closed, for
| few moments, his mother flaming him with
ner broad palm leaf fac, Harry slipped away.
| 1t was late in the afternoon when be came
again towards the house, on his return from
| his long walk to the village. The soft light
of the setting sun fell about Josey's window,
| and the pale boy lay looking out on the rosy
! and golden clouds in tho western sky. There
was still u sad look Gu his face, but he
| smiled when Harry came up, and listened
pleasantly to the boy gossip he had brought
from the village.
/ Ii was not until some minutes after Harry
had babe him good bye, and he had ceased
to watch his stout little figure hurryiug up
the road, that Josey discovered in the far
corner of the window closely folded pack
age of white paper directed to hims If; and
as he slowly and wonderfully unrolled it,
there dropped from it heavily upon his couch,
o big, and beautiful knife, stouter and hand
somer than the one he had lost, ard with two
fine blades. Josey trembled so, and his eyes
grew dim, that he could not read the words
on the inside of the wrapper, and, all In
wonder his mother came and read thu Use lines,
written in an uniformed aud boyish hand:
ssDear Josey : Please to accept this knife
from me, because would rather you should
have it, to make up for the one you broke,
than have the handsomest knife in the world.
| bought 1t with my own money, on purpose
for you. Your sorry and affectionate friend,
@ II HARRY"
Poor Josey! The tears that had been kept
bsck fell fast enough now, and like y little
child he hid bis face against his mothers
breast, too glad and grateful for words.
There was no pleasant sounding Of silver
in Harry's pocket when he went to his room
that night--no strong, beautiful knife better
than the silver, to take its place; but HE
mothers kiss was tenderer than ever, when
she babe him good night, and angels OF peace
and love lowered about him, with blessings
promised to those who s'lay up treasures in
heaven" s r- sss .s 4.