The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-06-18

should love It dearly, and you'll take mother
and little sis along. and father too, won't
you, cause he's 90 siek" And the tears
stood in his pleading eyes.
GAY, sy. And little fellow, let me tell
you, you know how to beg as do but few,
for your words drop clean into the heart
You are wOndrous little beegar boy"
sand do know how to begl o, I'm so
glad, sir, cause now I'll keep them oil in
yictunls every day, and maybe sotnebody'll
give me wood and coal, cause lie 60 cold to
be without fire."
"Now we will ride" said Mr.. Somers. In
a husky tone, and taking up the heavy bas.
ket and bidding Harrie follow, he walked to
The front door. White HE hand was on the
knob. Mary came gliding down the stair.
way. ... ..s.....-......-.-. ...-.-.
"Pray, who is this" said she, ,''and where
are yea going, fatheri" |
10, I'm little beggar boy, and this good
old man is going to take some victuals to
my home, and then give US all ride. My
name is Harrie-but you, lady, who are you!
Why-you are--yes, yes-yoa are the same
sweet one that came to our cellar once, and
cried SO over US. What did you tell me then
to cal you!-0, know, It was Aunt Mary.
and you said you'd tell my grandpa what a
fine little grandson was growing up for him
to love. Please, lady, tell me, is this my
grandpa?" ."G .a
"Yes, Hurrie." aFt ,' 5 ."i
"stoop down, sir, if you please, fot mothet
always told me, when saw my grandpa,
must put my arms around his neck and kiss
him, o, so eweetly, and you're SO big, sir,
can't reach you, unless you stoop! But what
makes you cry, sit! Ain't you glad that I'm
your little grandson! won't have to beg
my bread any longer, you'll give it to me,
after this, If don't ask, say, won't you" ID.
The lion in the old mans heart was tam
ed, and little child now led him. The soft
white arms were folded about his neck, the
down-like cheeks pressed to his own, while
lips met lips in kisses Of love.
"Harrie stays very long," whispered low,
faint voice from one cornef.of the cellar
"Do you not fear for him, dear wife! He
is very young to wander alone over this grea'
city, rsI .. sa .ra
"God will care for him, my husband. His
artless, winning ways and his sweet voice
will make him friends. Yet it is hard that
he, our darling, first born one, should be q
beggar boy"
aAiy father, o. my father. nnoaned 4the
sick man. "Ifhe would only bot see me
once agaln." -.
There was a slight hustle at the door, and
then it was pushed wide open. There was
a pattering OF two feet, and then a curly head
rested upon the mothers knee. There was
firm, broad football, and a manly fofm bent
over the sufferer. -srn"
"You called me, Charlie, moment since ?
murmured the voice of the new.comer.-
"What would you haver .....- ~
"My father, o, my father" burst from the
white limbs in impassioned tones, "give me
your blessing ere die, and for my moth
er's sake love these, so dear to him who wal
50 dear to her," r.s...5 r.s - r.
Words trembled on the old mans lips
but he dared not trust himself to speak. Hi
knees grew weak beneath him, and he sank
beside the bed Of straw and hid his face. %
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In luxuriantly furnished chamber wert
assembled beauteous family group. There
were gray haired sire, blooming maiden
sanity looking woman, pale sick man
and two lovely little children, a noblo bo.
of four, and tiny girl Of some few months
A couch, silken and soft, was drawn clos'
to the blazing CRATE, and on it rested tn
weak invalid, while beside him, on velve
cushion, so near that she could hold hi
hand, sat the gentle lady. The fair younl
girl was toying with the babe before splen
did mirror. the boy building castles with som
fairy blocks, the old man leaning against tn
Imantel.
IA tableau, worthy to be wrought in COB
elm tapestry, OF drawn on canvas by mas
ter hand" exclaimed a rich yet melIo'
oice. They started, one and all. and th
maiden blushed. .g 4, -. T..
"Itis now cemplete--the picture, rnean'
said Mr.. Somers, aa-he gtasped the mani
hand. ave are all here-thanks," and b
/, clasped the child close to his heart "thanA
to my little beggar boy"
-Neesss-------- +,
AsEcDoTE OF ROWLAND HltE.---An Eni
t lish nobleman once sent his stupid son
d Row land Hill, in order that he might be ed'
nj 2.5'3 .....L . coxo tn, vnhir