Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1856-05-02
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Charlie BroEn--or the Good Boy.

Charlie SrONSn--Or Jhe Good BOY
The village school was dismissed, and a
boisterous group bounded down the lawn,
shouting and laughing, with all the exuber-
ent glee of young, untroubled nature.
In front ofthe rest, and walking hurriedly,
was boy whose appearance indicated gen
teel poverty. His apparel was neat and
mended here and there with bits of new
material that contrasted strongly with the
faded original.
Run, boys? shouted a finely dressed lad,
somewhat larger than tho one Just mention
ed; run, or hen get out of our reach And
bounding up to Charlie Brown-for such
was his name-he knocked his cap of, and
telling him to help himself if he could, kick
ed it high in the air.
Look, Ben,' said another, Joining him,
you've loosened the patch his mother sewed
on for an ornament. Poor people and
drunkards' sons can afford to go in tatters.
I hate him for being so santifcated, and al
ways knowing his lessons
so do J. said third; and giving the lit
tie fellows cap another thrust with his soutly
booted foot he hurled it into the branch
with a splash that quite saturated it with
muddy water.
That's where Your drunken father ought
to be- exclaimed another unfeeling fellow,
only the waters too clean for him. a cho-
rus Of shouts and laughter mingled deafng-
ly, as the poor prosecuted boy, stood making
prints in the mud with his little bare feet,
as if by so doing he could bury the agony
of his young heart, SO strongly depicted in
his countenance.
Just at this moment Arther Lee stepped
up, and putting his hand on Charles shoul-
der, whispered, Come with me, away from
these bad boys. love You, Charlie Brown
and l will be a brother to you, if you will
let me-
Poor little Charlie looked at him a mo
ment in amazement and then burst into
tears. Loving words had never been spo-
ken to him before, save by his dear sad
mother; and he could not help weeping.
what makes you cry; don't you want me
to love you, Charlieg 2 asked Arthur.
Yes, yes, thank you,' answered Charlie,
passing lis tTIu dIOuuu Arthur WAIST, -Dut
l am a poor boy, and 1 thought nobody
ever loved poor people but God. Mother
says He loves us, if we try to do right
but that's hard to do, when I have so much
to bear from those l never injured or of
Tended. Arthor, I'm no coward; I'd fight
now, only mother would cry so-and I'd
die before I'd grieve her. And he drew
himself up, and stood an unconscious monu-
ment of valor and true nobility boy with
courage enough to bear insult and contume-
ly in silent patience for the sake of his
mother.
And other ewes than Arthur lee looked
upon him then-even the eyes of God; and
they looked to love and to reward for Char
lie went TO school the next morning, dressed
in garments neat and becoming. They had
been sent to him in a package, labelled,
For Charlie Brown to wear to school,
They had been sent by Arthur's father, who
was good man; but charlie never knew
who was his benefactor, for Arthur had so ar
ranged it, and God had put into Arthur's
heart-'for every good and perfect gift com
eth from Cod Little boys, go and do as
did these two, and God will look upon you,
to love and bless you.