The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-10-06
WHOLE NO. 1O4.


I said to the proud and happy bride
groom: ..-....
Well, Joe, if you remember our con
versation on the Erehwon, last summG
you can tell me what you think now, Q
the sentiments you then .aXpyessed.'
MY dear George said the Journey
m man N, Gentleman ',s1.la there rs exceptions
LEcT IN RAGS.
BY vARA MoNrRosE.
1t was bleak wintry day. Heavy
snowdrifts lay piled up in the streets oi
New York, and the whole appearance
of the city was cold and dismal - p.
Seated upon the stone steps Of one
Of the large dwellings on Fifth Avenue,
was boy, apparently thirteen years oi
age. He was literally clothed in rags,
and his hands were blue, and his teeth
chattered with cold. Lying upon his
knee was piece of newspaper he had
picked up in the street. and he was try
ing to read the words upon it. He had
been occupied thus for some time,
when two little girls, clad in silk and
f'Irs, came towards him. The eldest
one was about twelve years old, and SO
beautiful that the poor boy raised his
eyes, and fixed them upon her in un-
disguised admiration.
The child of wealth stopped before
him, and turning to her companion, ex-
claimed:
Marian, just see this fellow on my
steps Boy, what are you doing
here 9
Il am trying to learn to read upon
this little bit of paper answered the
boy.
The girl laughed derisively, and
said
We'll, truly! I have heard of in
tellect in rags, Marian, and here it is
personifed.'
Marian's soft hazel eyes filled with
tears, as she replied:
% Louise. do not talk so; you know
what Miss Fannie teaches in school,
The rich and the poor meet together,
and the Lord is the Maker of them
ALL
Louise laughed again, and said to the
boy:
Get up from here, you shall not sit
on my steps, you are too ragged and
dirty
The boy arose, and a burning blush
crimsoned his face. He was walking
away, when Marian said:
Don't go, little boy, you are so cold !;
come to my house and ges warm. O.,
do come she continued, as he hesita-
ted and he followed her into large
kitchen, where bright warm fire was
shedding its genial warmth around.
IToii, -1drss Marian, rho-~re- yo,.
bringing here now p asked the servant
woman.
"A poor boy who is almost perished !;
you will let him get warm, will you not
Rachel .
%, yes, he shall get warm sit here
little boy and Rachel pushed chair
in front of the stove she then gave
him piece of bread and meat.
Marian watched these arrangements,
and then glided from the room. When
she returned she had primer, with the
first rudiments of spelling and reading.
Going TO the boy, she said:
Little boy, here is book that you
can learn to read from better than
piece of paper. Do You know your
letters %
Some of them, but not all. Inever
had anybody to teach me. l just
learned myself; but o, want to read
SO badly
Marian sat down beside him, and be-
gan teaching him his letters. She was
so busily occupied in this work that she
did not see her mother enter the room
nor hear Rachel explain about the boy
and she knew not that her mother stood
some time behind them, listening to her
noble child teaching the beggar boy his
letters.
There were but few that he had not
already learned himself, and it was not
long before Marian had the satisfaction
of hearing him repeat the alphabet.
When he rose to so he thanked Rach-
ell for her kindness, and offered Marian
her book.
NO l don't want it, she said, Il have
given it to you to learn to read from
Won't you tell me your name p
Jimmie, he replied.
Il will not forget you, Jimmie, and
you must always remember Marian
Hays, was the little girls farewell.
Louise Gardner and Marian Hays.
were playmates and friends. fheir
dwellings joined, and almost every hour
of the day they were together, for they
attended the same school. These two
children were very differently disposi-
toned, and very differently brought up. |
Louise was proud and naughty. Pow
erty, in her eyes, was disgrace and a
crime, and she thought nothing too
severe for the poor to suffer. These
views she learned from her mother
Mrs. Gardner moved in one exclusive
circle-the bon ton of New York. -
the precincts of this she never
for all others were beneath
her. Louise was taught to mingle with
no children excepting those of her moth
sr's friends, and was growing up be-
ieving herself even better than they.
The teaching that Marian Hays re-
,eived was totally different from this.
Mrs. Hays was acknowledged by Mrs.
Gardner as one of her particular friends;
yet, though she moved among that cir
,la she was far fra,n hoi,,r ono ,r ,Lo,,