Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1857-06-19

aoh, wen, do nj mind Il now. Fl
do 3 got over II you see; and you
won't never hurt q dog again, will
vou2p itisIs 1Enss1i l.N F4f -tt |
; q Yes, / shall, though II n hurt ev-
cry dog but yours ! can find, for 4
hate everybody and Everything In the |
world-everybody but you, mean"
Ills thin lips quivered as he said the
words, and his dark eyes flashed like
the quick lightningout Of fhe summer
night cloud, but the sudden softness
that came over them, was wondrous-
ly touching as he finished the sentence
and looked up in the girls face.
"Oh, don't say So" said the child,
earnestly, almost solemnly. "It s
very wicked-grandma says we must
love everybody" a1n M - Il
"She would mt love me, though, /
guess and the speaker glanced down
contemptuously at the tout ensemble Of
his coat and pants; "a ragged, dirty,
good for. nothing little ape, fl only
for the gallows: that g what q man up
the road called me justnow. II made
me mad, though IL 3 true enough, l
spose. Don't you see nobody d love
me p ftseN ~ l.
No,"--her brown curls waved
brightly in the sunshine, as the little
girl shook her head, -" grandma says
II don't make any difference what
kind Of clothes wo wear, so our heart
is in the right place"
The boy looked at her moment,
half in doubt, and half In wonder
4" Little girl, what g your name2 p was
the audible conclusion of his cogita-
tions. 1t was evident that bis practi.
cal knowledge of humanity had fur
nishcd him with q code OF morals ve-
ry unlike those advanced by the lit
tic girl. ''th' ~ ..a'. p l9s
Lilias Day; and / live all alone
with grandma, In that little cottage
between the hills. But IL 3 warm,
standing here in the sunshine, wo MT
you come ne, and sit under the tree whore
i" Yes, for / like you, Lilias, you
see; want to talk some more-besides
that, ! IN very tired. ~ '
"Have you walked a great ways
to-day2" questioned Lilias, as thetwo
children threw themselves on the cool
grass, and the great tree threw it's
long arms above them, like the bless
ing Of choir Of angels, yl,.-
eyes, I've walked from a place
called Waterbury, since morning"
d "From Waterbury y repeated the
little girl, her blue eyes growing lar
ger with establishment. b "Why, it 3
a long, long way, I've heard grandma
say. Where are you going little
boyYi ~ ass S Ja,s..-l - ol
"I m going to New York. You
see, Lilias, I've run away"
Unconsciously the child drew far
ther from him, but as he continued,
she came closer again, and her sweet
face grew very full Of mourmful sym
pathy as she listened TO the boy y'ssto.
ry. i tnid ,l.s sae
Ny name is Arthur Hale" he
said, "and l We lived all alone with
old Jack Thomas since mamma died,
four years ago last Spring, and all
this time, Jack has done nothing but
make me work from sunrise to sunset,
and never spoke pleasant word to
me, and cursed and beat me every
time 1 did mt please him, and not give
me enough to eat, and only these old
clothes you sec. Well, last Saturday,
he gave me harder beating than ev-
er, because did not understand some
thing he told me to do, and / justsaid
to myself Arthur Hale, you are al
most ten years old, and you re fool
il you III stand this any longer. just
run away, and 60 to New York, as
Sam Parsons did; you can & be any
worse off than you are now, and may
be some time you'llget money enough
to go to Georgia, where your mother
said that rich uncle of yours lived,
that she named you AFTER So, Mon
day morning, watched for the first
line of light that used alwaysto creep
up chink in the wall, and then i
crept out of bed softly, and in q
few minutes / was out of the house,
and i didn't stop running till my
breath left me, you better believe -
and since Monday morning., I've
walked from Massachusetts here, and
| shall keep on till ! get to New
York"
2" And what win you do there, Ar
thur? ?" questioned Lilias Day, and
her tones were full of deep sympa-
thy. srl' pa l.e4 is e a.tsa
81 don't know---something or 9TH
or, i guess--at any rate, IL will be bet
ter than living with old Jack Thorn
as" and the boy drew up his ragged
sleeve, and enforced the truth ofwhat
he was saying by sight which sent a
shiver Of horror through the little
girls frame, for the small arms were
terribly Scared by the recent whip
pings he had undergone "But, LII
las, want you to call me Arty, for
you speak 30 softly, just as mamma
did when she usod to say, 'Arty, my
darling boyr then her little white
hand would drop down, so soft and
cool in my hair, and her great, beau
beautiful eyes,would look on mo SO full
Of love. Oh, dear | I've felt many o
night her lips on my forehead, Just as
they used to be; and then ] ve walked
up and found myself IN that old, dark
garrct, and remembered that mamma
was lying under the long, tangled
grass In the graveyard, and I've wish
ed Iwas there, too. She was such o
beautiful mother, and she loved me so
dearly-and loved her, too; and !
can see her sweet smile lying about
her lips, just as plain as sec you
now, 1ilias-there, don't cry. Why,
did you cvcrl / m crying, too, LII
iasi'ia h,ih4ei ',lal - - ssros zses
Idlyl Lily, darling, whore are
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