Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-12-15
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why, didn't God make him % asked the sweet
child, with a look Of wonder fixed on the fine
black eyes of the scorniul nurse.
Yes; such as he. was made to cat garlic and
sleep in straw child. He's a human pig.my dear
and | dare say his sty is in some cellar or garrel
hereabouts.-Wel it's a nice thing there's classc,
and distinctions made between folks that is some
thing, or else one half of the world wouldn't be
better than the other half.-Come alCng, Miss Atty,
your mamma must certainly put a stop to this
practice Of speaking 10 every beSgar on the
road.
But what cared the forsaken object of Atty's
charity for Miss Prue's scorn? Had not an angel
spoken to him Did he not feel the light Of those
clear eyes shining down into his heart warming
his whole frame, despite the cruel cold Never
had lie seen any thing half so beautiful as that
bright cheek, or the curls Of auburn that tinted a
forehead pure as pearls. And this lovely crca-
ture had stopped to say a word to him told
him to come TO her fathers house. How happy he
felt, holding one crimson foot and then the other,
from the biting frost What a sunbeam there was
IN his heart
Little Atty stood at the window with her
mother.
Poor, miserable child! how dismal he looks
thro' the snow"
80, mamma, it's my little beggar boy-he hasn't
any mother, nor father, nor any little sisters be
told me so. Let him come in and get warm, be-
u L OhiAD I'LL tlu wv ItI lHOlHtl
could speak, Atty had raised the sash and called
the child, who came as fast as his perisbing limbs
would let him.
Did erer /" exclaimed the indignant Prue, as
she saw her charge take the boys numb hand and
lead him to the kitchen. The beggar's neglected
heart leaped to the measure of the quick flame,
shooting in red flashes up the wide chimney. The
shining floor, clear, bright windows, and rows of
lustrous sllyer-that after all was Unlocked as a
glimpse of heaven might to some poor prisoner
whose life had been passed in a dungeon.
What makes my little Atty somerry tonight?"
asked her father, as the child, with sparkling eyes
and busy fingers, heaped her plate with delicacies
from the supper table, and with sly, happy glances
hurried from the room.
What is Atty doing?" he added turning to
his wife.
30 nothing-only taking upon herself to supply
all the beggars IN creation. l really think Atty
ought to he apprenticed to the city missionary,
She is in raptures at an old garnet, and nothing
suits her like picking up lame, sick and hungry
children. | shouldn't wonder if she makes a Sec
ond Hannah Fry"
"How much better she interprets the commands
of her Savior than we do" replied the husband
gravely.
Yes, but'-continued little Atty's mother with
a blush, "such a little outcast of q thing SO dirty,
and altogether hopeless
"In as much as We did it unto one of the least
OF these my brethren, ye did it unto me-" said
Mr.. Marion, with a look of reproof; Sin that neg
lected boy we may have entertained an angel un-
awares; and"-
"Mother mother! !" came in shrieks of terrible
anguish from the rooms beyond, followed by thrill
ing screams.
With Explanations as wild, the parents rushed
into the kitchen-their child was nearly enyeloped
in flames, from out Of which looked the ~halfwierd
face Of the little beggar.
STOPPING for some purpose, Atty's clothing had
caught from a living coal; the fire ran rapidly up
but the boy sprang to his feet, and while the cook
stood helplessly ~wringing her hands, closed his
arms about her, and forcibly held her face against
his breast. folding her SO tightly that the fire only
harmed himself.
Gallant, brave boy his hair was all eone--for
he had bent his head to shield hers his hands, his
arms were raw and bleeding, but he never finched
once till help came and the fire was put out.
80 you blessed little savage :" muttered the re-
lentlng nurse, sobbing over the bed of pain may
the Lord forgive me for calling you a human pig.
You are the dearest little beggar | ever knew. l
declare" she added, wiping her eyes, 81 shall al
ways love the whole brotherhood after this, for
your sake !" and she led little Atty, whose tears
were flowing freely at the sight Of the b~andaged
limbs, from the room.
W entertained an angel unawares, SURELY"
urmur her father, pressing his darling Atty to
his bosom what shall we do for the preserver Of
our child 2"
"He, too, must be our child, "replied the mother;
$50 brave a boy shall be no longer homeless"
And the beggar had cause to remember the day
when the little girl, in shining garments, led him
to the kitchen fire in spite Of Miss Prue's indig-
nant protests.-He grew to manhood as good as lie
was brave.