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

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20 III IitsIs iIsssy Miltkt . he sasns- |
+ 7iS sunuy Il snoon "a MAy, down the |
Ssi;Ssl;Sv .ansii In ~ frd 81 iasher's farm,
ana sSok the tosd 10 the Villages. The warm
breexe tossed HE bFswn locks lightly, and inc
merry sun pesped snusiiy now and then
"a. ough the torn brisn Of his straw bal, into
h,s frank blue eyes, and flashed into the DUN
Piles ef his happy mouth.
A fine face Harry had-not pretty lace,
II BIZ that yon mean very nicely iormso tsa-
lures, and great, handsome, long dashed eyes
bat an open, a kindly trushfo,. Generous
face such . on. rs made you tniLk Win
quick, warm glow at your heart, VIVA.
comfort and pride he must be to his mo,ner'
ever be shonc in upon her through the hasy
day. ,.,.-
But Ifnrry,s face, contented and smiling as
i nsuaiiy was. were 8 peculiarly grat.iied
expression to-day-that something very de-
fish full hid occurred, there could be no
doubt. He was altogether too happy to
whistle, aud he sauntered along with his
hands in his pockets, and those glad, blue
ewes of his full Of pleasant meditation.
If YOU had been walking with larry IN
the stilIness Of that walm afternoon, you
might have heard an occasional very pleas
ant iingling in that trcwsers pocket OF nis,
and il good Betsey, the maid at the farm,
had been there TOO, she would doubtless nave
told YOU what budget of old niiis, and bits
Of Lad and tin, and MI sorts of "trumpery,
Harry ALWAYS carried in his pocke.s greatly
TO the wear and tear Of said pockets, and OF
the home patience in mending them. But
nh. Miss Betsev, something rather better
than Old nails. and lead sinkers, md tin
s.whizzers. !" ratt,es there now Nothing less
than two big, bright, half dollars, all ilar-
ey,s own. to spend as he likes Now and
then he takes them out and looks at them, to
be sure that they are safe, and reaiity, ana
with the utmost content at the confirmation
his ewes give to the fact, drops them back
again into the iirgling pocket.
The truth was, that possession OF the Won
derful treasure was the greatest event ln the
money way, that had ever happened TO Har-
. ry, aud il needed the witness OF all his senses
to keep up the convection that 1t was really
no dream. Harry's father, although Thrift,
ty farmer, who gave his little, boy good
clothes, and all home comforts, had seldom
| fny money to bestow for bis own special
spe ,ding--Harry's utmost ambition and sue
cess having heretofore extended to bright
dime. An old friend Of his fathers fiom
distant city, spending few days with them,
had dropped into Harry's hand that morning
in parting, the gift Of two bright alf dol
lars, to buy anything that he might happen
to want. @
aHappen to want!'' oh, how much, and
how long Harry had wanted knife! how
long he had wished and hoped-and wonder
ed when the time would come that he should
own such a treasure! Twelve years old AMI
had no knife, had been damper more than
once when he tried to folio with the big
boys at school, and you may be sure there
was not moment for INDIGESTION as to how or
when his money should be spent. For knife
that verv afternoon, it should go-that was
settled at once. :,
What boy does not remember the pride and
pleasure that came with his first knfe-the
| dignity and manliness its owner conferred
What boy will not appreciate the glad
thoughts that flled Harry's heart as he walk
ed along through the arm dust Of the high
| way to the village. He could not quite de-
| eide whether it should have a white or dark
| handle, but at all events it must have two
| blades-and won't he show Joe Smith next
| day that some boys could make whistles as
we'll as others-and couldn't he mend little
| Susy Martins lead pencil for her, instead of
seeing her 60 up to the master every time 1t
wanted sharpening! Oh, tomorrow was to
be a grand, happy day
| On Harry's way, q rod or two back from
the dusty road, stood small, dard, unpant-
ed house, at the low, open window OF which
he caught sight Of a face that he knew ve-
~ we'll, and he paused, and then walked up
with pleasant smile, to speak to his friend,
Josev Wood. Josey was weak, suffering,
crippled boy, and he half reclncd now on Q
| couch his good mother made for him, all
stuffed with hay, and covered with neat chinz,
and drawn up close to the window, so that
the sweet warm air blew in on his white fore
head, and be could reach out and touch the
creeping grapevines filled with buds, that
clambered above the sill. ~
Josey's mother was very poor, and she
worked hard all day with her needle, for
there WAS no one to provide FOR her Ut her
crippled boy. and vet she found time to do
world Of kind things for him. She it was,
who trained the rosrs--who kept tn" room so
dainty clean-who carried him in her arms
out in the field, in the VAIN days, that he
might feel the soft grass. and hear the BIRDS
sing, and watch the feeding Of the flock
She it was who sang old songs to him, ard
told him stories when he was i'll and the PAIN
made him nervous and sad. She was good
mother to Josey and he loved her DE- arly, and
tried as much as he could to keep back from
her his troubles and pain, and always SPOKE
! to her gently and sweety. ye.,r s.-
But Josey had one great pleasure of his
own; he had remarkable talent for cutting
curious and beautiful things out of wood |;
these he stained with dye that his mother
made for him, and she carried them down to
the village, and sold them when she went
home with her work. To be sure, Jo-
sey could not, make many of these, for his
| little nervous fingers were often useless v it'll
pain, and some DAYS he was obliged to lie
very still on his back, doing nothing. But
the ioy he had whenever his mother did
bring home money of his own earning, was
more than can tell you. His hot cheeks
would glow the whole evening, and his mo-
Their had to take him on her lap and so0the
him to sleep, or he would have lain all night
dreaming of his riches. a
He was feeling very bright to day, and the
little pine table drawn up to the side Of
his couch, was covered with bits of wood,
and tiny cups Of coloring that belonged to
his work. He laid down the knife with
which he was cutting, and put out his thin
band to meet Harry's with an expression of
delight. The two boys had not seen each
other for a long time, and Harry had q host
of wonderful things of boy-iuterest to re-
late, and altogether VAS so affectionate and
cordial, that his presence served to do Josey
as much good as the May sunshine-and in
deed, bis plump, glad face, all in a glow
with exercise, and the warmth of the day,
"What are you making there ?" said Har-
~, pointing to the materials on the table.
ooh, something famous said Josey,
smiling. It's going to be the greatest thing
lever did. It's kind of work box, you
see. I've got splendid picture for the top,
and here's queer invention of my own for
the spools. l shall be rich, l expect, when l
sell it: Ell, mother" and he smiled play
fully.
At the word rich, IIarry's hand instinc-
lively dropped into the pocket that held the
two half dollars; hut be looked at Josey's
J wan face, and worn, patched clothes, and
something in his heart restrained him from
parading his newly acquired wealth.
ssDon't stop working, Josey," lie said, 81
should like to see how you goat it, its much a
] puzzle to me how those beautiful things are