The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1857-03-04

And with the word, she thrust the wretched
mOrsel into her fellow sufferers fingers, which
closed upon them with the cold clutch Of actual
famine; ard turned to her sordid toll, with a
lighter heart than she had felt before.
As she stepped from the sidewalk, broom in
hand, a young man, somewhat fantastically
dressed, and wearing beard and mustaches
and long chrled ringlets, met heri the crossing
She looked up at him for moment. 1t was a
face she knew, and a kind merry face it was;
though the owner Of It was but poor author,
of great talent, indeed, nay of genius; but very
poor notwithstanding, and very independent
withal, and very bitterly and scornGully spoken
Of, for that poverty and that independence
which they called extravagance and insolence-
by the rich Pharisees, the arould-be-no5Ieless Of
America. e. @ .~ s.t"
She knew the face, say; for he had often
given her small aims out of his scanty pttance,
and always kind word and cheering smile.
She looked for that smile now, but she asked
not for the aims. s1' '' % -'''
And, as she looked for the smilc she saw
that there was tear in his fine eye, which was
bent approvingly upon her, but she understood
not the tear, nor the appreciation for she knew
not that he had stood close beside her during the
whole of that touching little scene, apd witness
ed and heard all that passed, and having paused
to study he had learned, even in her, to admire
poor, poor human nature.
"Why do you not ask me for something this
morning my poor little grip he said, almost
tenderly. fjs
"Please, sir have no right" she replied
with courtesy. "My CROSSINGS not swept YET,
and your nice thin boots are all dirty. have
earned nothing yet" ..
II am glad you did not ask me-, he answered.
still smiling on her kindly "lor ] could not have
given you any ifyou had. l have not got a
cent myself this morning" @,.:....,
ooh! I am very sorry to hear that, sir" an
swered the girl, half incredulously, and half
compassionately.
"Why, so very sorry? are you so very poor?
| thought you little sweepers made lots of tin
sometimes" an .ea.
"Yes, very, very poor, butit was not that; l
was sorry such good gentleman should not
have cent I thought all gentlemen, like you,
had great, great deal Of money always"
II shall have little at all events, before three
O'Clock, poorchild; and Of my little, you Shall
have little" @ d..
mo? will you really? willyou give me lit
tie? Then shall not be beaten! l only got
one sixpense yesterday, and she will beat me
tonight, if don't carry home m6reH'
'Beat you and who is s1sf' ,.......
"Adhty Patience, where mother and board"
"Your aunt Patience" .....,... .-......
"No, she is not my aunt, thank God, sir" an
swered the girl blushing, "but the people call
her auntys and 4 have caught the trick."yi
"You talk good English How came your
mother, who must have taught you this, to suE
fer you to go out into the streets thus"'
"Mother has been sick these eight weeks of
ship fever, and all our clothes are gone, and all
our money" .u" rg ~. sr la.
"And your father?" W ;uHa.
SIS dead sir, of ship fever,' answered the
girl without tear; for suffering had taught her
at least that philosophy, to bear Spartanlike
and be silent 7aa.
! g"And what was your father, my dear child?"
asked the kind hearted, but eccentrical young
man--for was it not eccentricaI to stand in
Broadway, and seek to learn the sorrows of a
'Iscayenger?T .a..l cs.s ueua r. s-ssaI
"a farmer in Scotland, sir. But in an evil
day, he was pursuaded to come hither, and bet
ter what was we'll enough already. So he
lsold the wee farm, and the stock and
! plenishing, and sent a thousand pounds to Mes
srs Hammerton and Hardheart and they failed
before we came over, and we cen lost our all.
And father is dead and mother dying, and I'll
be alone soon, and if it were not SIM. would
pray to die too" s~.se pa-GoaJ eat
She was moved now, and excited almost to
tearsi and, as her country people are wont to do
under such circumstances she now used the
Scottish accent, though very slightly, which he
had not heard in her speech before. .rl3B
4 ."Gfeat God;'' he muttered to himself, "can
these things be?' and then turning again to the
,lgirl, Il 10 sag. sGJ 3 nganga5a
"And what's your name?" he asked.
4 sg "Hettie McKenzie.'' gE5 10 lrea gdr
'''And you lyeT' Joy. .asmfe
'tUp stairs, at No. - Catharino street, in the
back room"
"Look you, Hetty, you shall not be Beaten to-
hight, nor ever again, if can help it, and your
mother shall not die, please God! will come
: and carry you home, at three o'clock" 2 a''
I lsnsMay the God of the poor as well as the rich
4 bless you, cried the girl, elasping her hands
itogethery and now for the first time bursting
into tears ,Lt
Ig9HHe is the God OF the poor; the oftener, feal
i poor Hetty.H 5dj %. loa7ya3 ED gusgeN lm
And he was already turning to move away
4 when aloud domineefing voice behind him, o.
one who had just come over the halEswept
crossing, sounded in his ear, tout of my way
4 young man outonof my way you can
2 be stopping up the street talking to pretty
lbeggar girls?" 5of1 i7ats'oes s'au19yodcdt !
The young man tdrned as pale Is ashes; and
started, at the insult, as If he had received I
blowy b1tias he turned toione hand, the speaker
stout, portly; red-hced, bohlmed and befrog.
Lged individual pushed past him on the other
!, and gained FIVE steps before the author discoy-
cred who lie was that adrcssed him. Oy'-'.',
Ist as he did SO, the other little girl who hac
by this time finished her 'wretched meal, spranl
up to meet tbe rich mcrchant" and stretching
tout her wretehed bird-like talons, cried in pit