The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1857-11-18

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to his cheek and brow. and he shook his small
fist impotently in the direction which the fat
man had taken. But in An instant feeling
Of iorlorn wretchelncss came over hinl-no
tempting bit Of cake--no purple grapes for
poor little katy--perhaps not even supper,
| for he well knew thathis mothers wages must
so towards the rent OF the room. They de,
pended entirely on his exertions for their
evening meal-and the sun was declining in
| the west already!
! The reflection was too much for his boyish
heart, and he was sobbing violently. when a
gentle hand was laid on his shoulder. He
started up, and before him stood pleasant.
looking gentleman, who had watched the
whole transaction.
"Therc, my boy" he said, laying silver
dollar in the boys hard palm, !" that will set
you up again. No thanks--thc money was
intended tor some piece of extrayagance. and
| choose to lay it out thus. But remember
| this, my boy-when you are pushed down in
the race, don't stop to rub your bruises, but
| pick yourself up and start again"
/ jamie thought the smile with which this
was said the pleasantest and kindest express
sion that ever frightened human face. but
ere he could stammer out his thanks, the gen-
tleman was gone.
The boy started for home with light and
Joyous heart stopping to purchase the cher.
lshed morsels Of fruit and sweetcake on his
way. The gentleman walked leisurely up
Broadway. Seeing at a bookstore the title Of
ancwiy~published work thathe much desired
to read. his footsteps inyoluntarily turned in
! that direction, but in an instant he went on,
, buttOning up his pockets, and murmuring to
4 nlF ...,4I IL. "a .Go.
! luxury in day ought to be enough" There
was vast difference between man and child
IN their capacities for enjoyment-but both
we're happy that night!
The supper was joyful ceremony in the
I garret room that evening. The grapes pleas
ed katy's delicate appetite to charm, and
the story of the dollar was listened to with
, interest.
"Iwish could see the kind gentleman
said the child, earnestly, would give him
, my beautiful rose. if he liked flowers!"
, She looked strangely pretty that night, her
j head resting on her brothers shoulder, while
j jamie fed her with the juicy berries, one by
r one, as bird might feed its young.
+ why, how bright the color in your cheek
) is! !" cried jamie, | believe you have been
stealing the red shadows from your favorite
rose. Mother, am sure Katy will get
well !"
The next morning, while Jet the golden
!, spear Of runrise was Unrest among the purple
! hills, little Katy died.
I Tie moss Of twenty years had gathered
/ upon Katy i head-stone--the violets Of TWEEN.
E Sty years had blossomed over her grave-and
/ it was glorious autumn day, whose light
streamed along the busy thoroughfare, and
| shone on the magnificent marble erection de-
voted TO the expensive operations Of the cele.
j brated bank oi---.
I'll A splendid carriage. cushioned with VEL
c vet, and glittering brightly in the sunshine,
was drawn up opposite the door, waiting to
e take the great banker to his palatial home.
e The spirited horse, foaming and prancing.
could hardly be curbed; and the driver looked
n wonderingy toward the door, and marvelled
y why his usually punctual masterdid not come.
|. Mr. Arnet stood IN little Office opening
from the main bank, where the long rows oi
Il clerks we're bending over their desks. He
:. had been looking over little pocket.book
ID which he always carried about with him, for
$ some note, or BILL and, as he turned its page.
u 4 bit Of folded paper dropped out.
e The banker opened it, and although twenty
(, years had dcadened the first edge Of his sor-
Il row, the tears rushed TO his eyes as they fell
j. on the contents. A pencil sketch. rude and
|. unfinished, Of meek.browed child--a lock
: Of soft brown hair--snd the perfumed dust
Of crimson rose-thesc were dearer 10 the
IT banker than his vaults OF yellow gold.
7, she looked at them, a tremulous voice
4 without arrested his ear.
- would be glad If you would buy, gen,
tlemen, for my need is very great. hare
Il siskly daughter at home who must be fed.
e BE oaabout your business was the sharp
Il reioinder, :" i wonder who lei you in. Don't
Is you see you are not wanted here :"
\, The voice seemed TO strike a responsive
le chord 10 the rich man, heart-sureiy he had
ii heard its mild tones before. He partially
j. opened the door. and called out sternly:
I'll "Mr. Waters, show that gentleman 10, it
!. you please"
The abashed clerk obeyci, not without
:. surprise. and the bowed old man. with his
II heavy basket ol strawberries, came humbly
Il into the private room Of the great banker.
e, "Wili you take chair, sir I" politely in.
quired Mr.. Arnet, moving forward luxuri.
= Jus iGltetaL
" The old man took OIL bis hat, apoloset.
d ieally.
"Sir, fear that intrude on your valaa.
i. bic time. Ifyou would buy some Of my
i. fruit-nccessity, you know, is strong, and
4. nv poverty isextreme. was not always IN
= such a position"
r. Mlr. Aruet watched the proud turn Of that
E. gray head with singular smile; then sitting
down 10 his desk, he wrote OF eheque, aud
DO hsnded il across the table.
m - One thousaul dpllars \" faltereI the oil
L. man, as he read, turning red and white in
70 breath. lie held it towards the banker.
iii " Sir, hoped you were too much ola gentle.
ig man to make sport Of age aud distress. ID
d. there anything to jest about 10 ny want"