The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-09-24
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'r"Ge' away With yen you dirty ptd begEar
boy. I'd like 10 know What rigi.T'yon have
10 l1ok ever the fence at cur fl wcrsr,
he sreoker was Il little b y not more than
eleven years old, and lhough people some.
times called it handsome, his face locked
very harsh and disdgrteable; ;iustthe va
He stood in II beautiful garden just in The
suburbs of the city; it was June time, and
the tulips were just opening themselves to the
sunshine. OH! it was great joy to look at
them as>they bowed gracefully to the light
Winds their neck Of crimson, of yellow and
carnutign The beds fanked either side of
the path, that curved around sr1al arbor,
where the young grape clusters that lay hid
den anon the large leaves wrote beautiful
prophecy for the autumn, .'. "
A white paling ran in front Of the garden,
and over this, the little beggar boy, Sc rude.
ly addressed, was leaning. He was very
lean, very DIRTY and very ragged. am
afraid. lit,le, children, you would have turn
ed away 10 tI,agust'From so'tcpulsive spec
tacle, and yet God and the angels loved
him. gaiH6 Ett ,sN i ,sse7 -t@ >0'
He was looking, with all his soul in his
eyes, on lie beautiful blossoms, ,as they
swayed TO and; fro in the summer Whll, and
his heart so:tened while he lepned his arm
on the fence railing, ai q forgot everything
in that long, ab orbcd g ~. Al! it was
seldom The, -brgyar boy saw any thing good
or Beautiful, and it wuS sad Ills dream should
have euth rude awakening. .-.,.. ,.s..
/. The blood rushed up 70 his face, ard 9
glance full Of Ell and defiance. flashed int
| his eyes. But Before the boy could retort, Q
little girl sprang out from The arbor, ant
looked engerIy from one child TO the other
She was very fair, with soft, hazei eyes
over which dropped long, shining lashes -
Rich carls hung over her bare, white shouI
ders, and her lips were The color of the
crimson tulip blossoms. VA sE { .. &
"How could you speak so cross to the boy
! Hinton!" she asked, with q tone. of sid re
proach quiyering through the sweetness o
voice. e"Im sure it does us nos harm to have
him look at the fi1wers If he wants to- :.
na"Wells tlelens''s ''sarged the brother, slightly
mollifedsi andoslisbly aaohn ned.aa "Iadon'
like to have begsars gaping over the fence
Ttlooks so low" H. \ s5,,.ss AL. a.a
SNOW. that's all "a notion OF, yours, Hin
ton. I'm sure, if the flowers capsdo ahsbod,
ang good, we ought to be very glad. tLittl'
boy,s and the child turned to the beggar boy
and addressed him as courteously5 as ,thpngl
| he had been prince, ''I'll pick, you som,
tulips If you'll; wait a,momeht." s'st' a2aa
e"Hslen, E DO believe yoa'fe the funnies
girl ever lived.'' ejaculaed The E6ifa's bro:
ther, as he turned away, and with q low
whistle, sapntered!down the Spath. Feeling
very ynneomfortable, for her conduct was
stronger repfoof to him than any word.
could have been. Az M, ,.ess,g5.s :,
Helen plucked one Of each specimen o
the tulips--andi there was a great variety .
them and gave them ID the child. Hi
face bfightened as he received them AMI
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