Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1857-07-03
WHOLE NUMBER 1277.s

an every liitle stalk a big iree- an an me
ramblin' about among en- ike Robin
son Crusoe." ''--
...IIave you read Ro5fnson crusoe.
WilIie?p 4f 931srpr 10 esie ,ff ifdf
= "Yes. many stime.H he answered
"Look, I've these books TOO - md he
drew q couple OF volumes from beneath
the pillow--Brucs's Trapels and Typee.
"An' fathers promised me new book
when he gets his wages raised"
He had talked TOO eagerly. and was
stor ped by a dreadful ft Of coughing.
which left him painting and exhausted
He lay quiet. and listened deliRhtedly.
while described to him what I had
Witnessed in the course ofniy own limit
ed rsmblss; yet showing. by his minute
questions, that eagsr and painful ong-
ing for . sight OF the open country
which the sick 80 often display. " hen.
finally. | promised TO bring him some
flowers at my next visit. bis JOY knew
no bounds.
We had become fact friends by the
time the father and mother returned:
and great was their de- light when / bad
exhibited my sketch. already more Than
half finished. and 10 which had suc-
ceeded beyond my expectations. The
child's arlless talk snd the simple kindli-
ness OF the parents. interesle | and pleas.
ed me. and I continued 10 work xeaIons-
ly at tlle portrait ill the twilight, which
fell in Crimes Court two hours earlier
than anywhere else, compelled me 70
cease. Promising 70 return on the col.
lowing Saturday 70 complete the work. I
departed, after receiving q kiSs from
Willie. who held mo by ,be collar, while
he enjoined me 10 be punc,ual, and 10
mind and bring the flowers,
Saturday afternoon arrived in due
course. and having furnished myseIfwilh
Q bouqueI as large A. besom, betook
myself early 70 Crime Court. Willie
was watching for me AT the window, and
clapped his hands for joy At tho sight Of
my floral prize. While resumed nv
task, he busird himself in examining.
arranging. and rearranging his tr. asurs.
discovering new beauties every moment
and peeping into the fower-cups'as IL
they we're iitile fairy palaces. filled with
untold wonders. as they doubtless were
to him. The portrait was Just finished
when John came home. and he anu his
wife We'd with each other In expressing
admiration Of my performance. fs,
"Aw'm sure yo'rc mother paid nor
haulf paid wi what yo' charge n. said
he. Ms he placed the payment IN my
hand; "but aw'll uy 70 como QUO yer
debt somo timo, ifaw live sh 81. i..'
"An' mony thanks to 20, sir," said
the mother, "for ih' pleasure A. syo'n yin
to tn child. Nothin' peases him Ike
flowers, an he seldym gcis ony."
.'Willie's full o presents to-day, (" said
John; ''see thee. ladl" and he drew forth
o new book. and placed IL in the chiId's
outstrctehed hands. a.f..i
Look. look. Mr.. worthingtoni' cried
Willie, his little iace..hushcd wi.hexcite-
ment and pleasure: ~ Journey Hound
he World, and full Of pic,ures-enly
Iookl" 'N
"Ay. aw thought that would please
thee said his grsiied father. Now
thou can ramblc round N world bout
stirring of thy bed. But stop bit.
Mr. Wor'hing,on." he added. AZ Twas
preparing 10 depart. :'awve summat 10
I fotch down stairs before 20 ge'n; sltyo
down . minuie;" and John vanished mp
tho stairs. whence he speedy returned
with a small parcel 10 HE hand. Un-
folding the paper. be displayed long.
narrow box, formed out Of curiously-
marked wood. On the lid. an owls
head. evidently copied from the squin-
ting individual on the drawers, WAS
carved with considerable skill. "ls that
pour work. John :" exclaimed /. In some
. surprise. FIG
"Ay," said John. with grin. "Aw
seed as yo' carried yer pencils AN totksr
things lspped up in piece 0 paper, an
aw thought box would be deal han.
der; 80 awe made this nc meets. when
AVID done my work. an avs feel very
. proud " yo'il accept ont"
That ! will. said l; "and thank you
heartily. Rut how Il this, Johns shy,
you are quito an artist Where did you
learn 10 carve 90 well9" ftIn
"Aw took itup o mysel when nv
: wur o lad. an aw carve biu O. things
: now nm then for the neighbor's childer;
; 10 aw geet III designer NJ our mill 10
draw me that owls yead fro this on tn
drawers. an then aw cut Il out. Willie
: can draw Bit: aw II warrant he n copy
, most o them nowers a. yo'n brought
: him. aiore they wither'n wilt tou not,
Willie ?" ''.f
The boy lay siill, with his face turned
toward the window. and did mol answer.
"Williel Williel--whys surely he has nj
> fall n asleep already" ssid his mother,
approaching the bed. lie had--into the
long deep sleep from which there IL no
earthly awaking. With the nook clasp
!. ed 10 bis breast. the dropping fewsrs
falling from his hands. the child bad
: died without q sigh or struggle.
= / stood long beside the bed listening
silently 70 the mothers wall aud the
!, fathers smothered sobs, feeling Il vain
!, and useless 20 Offer words of comfort ill
! their wild grief had spent itself. os
"lIush. Martha. womanl said John
st last. laying his hand on his wife .
shoulder, and trying 70 command his
shaking voice: hushl dunot TAX on 90.
lt's comfort. AFTER .. 10 se. him die
q wi smiles on his face. than u bed gone
III ysin. lie went when he wur At th'
happiest, an we'll hope hes happier
slillnow."
"Iohn." said the mother. looking up.
, "let's not stir N book an n flowers;
!, II would be sin 70 TAX EN- fro him.
: let 'em be buried NJ him. .t .aIA