The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1858-02-04
GREENYILLE. SOUTH cARoLINA. TI

ana tne story OF the dollar was listened TO
with interest. ~
Il wish | could see the kind gentleman, r
said the child esfnestly, 81 would give him
my beautiful rose, if he liked flowersip
She looked strangely pretty that night,
her head resting on her broiher's shoulder,
while Jamie fed her with the juicy berries,
one by one, as q bird might feed its young.
Why, how bright the color in your cheek
is lcried Jamie, g believe you have been,
stealing the red shadows from your favorile
rose. Mother, / am sure Katy will get
well p
The next morning, while yet the golden
spear Ct sunrise was in rest among the pur-,
pie bills little Katy died.
( The moss Of twenty years had gathered
upon Katy's headstoDe-the violets of TWEEN
'ty years had blossomed over her grave
and it was glorious autumn day, whose
light streamed along the busy thoroughfare,
and shone on the magnificent marble erec-
tion devoted to the expensive operations Of
the celebrated bank Of,
A splendid carriage, cushioned with velvet,
and glittering brightly to the sunshine, was
drawn up opposite the door, waiting to take
the great banker TO his palatial home. The
spirited horse, foaming and prancing, could
hardly be curbed, and the driver looked
wonderingly toward the door, and marvell
ed why his usually punctuai master did not
come. = 8e I
Mr.. Arnet stood in little Office opening
from the main bank, where the long rows
OF clerks were bending over their desks. lie
had been looking over little pocket book
which he always carried about with him,
for some note, or bill, and, as he turned
its page, q bit Of folded paper dropped out.
The banker opened it, aud although tven-
ty years had deadeDed she first edge of his
sorrow, the tears rushed TO his eyes as they
fell on the contents A pencil sketch. rude
and unfinished, of a meek browed child--a
lock Of soft brown hair--and the perfumed
dust Of a crimson rose--tlese were dearer
to the banker than his vaults of yellow
gold.
AS he looked at them, a tremulous voice
without arrested his ear.
II would be glad il yon would. buy, gen.
tiemen, for my need is very great. have
sickly daughter at home who must be
fed"
BE off about your business" was the
sharp rejoinder, Il wonder who let you in
Don't you see you are not wanted here T.
The voice seemed to strike responsive
chord in the rich mans heart--surely he
had heard its mild tones before. He par.
tally opened the door, and called out stern
iy:
"Mr. Waters, show that gentleman in, if
you please"
The abashed clerk obeyed, not without
surprise, and the bowed old man, with his
heavy basket Of trawberries, came humbly
into the private room of the great banker.
Will you take chair, sir 4" politely in
quired Mr.. Arnct, moving forward luxuri.
Gus .fanteuii.
The old man took of his hat, apologeti
caIly. -
Sir, ] fear that intrude on your valua,
BILE time. IL you would buy some Of my
fruit--necessity, you know, Is strong, and
my poverty is extreme. was not always
in such position"
Mr.. Arnet watched the proud tsrn OF that
gray head with q. singular smile and chen
sitting down 10 bis desk, be wrote off a
cheque, and handed it across the table.
"One thousand dollarsi" faltered the old
man, as he read, turning red and white in a
breath. He held it towards the BANKER
"Sir, hoped you were too much of q gen.
tleman toanake sport Of age and distress.---
Is there anything TO jest about in my
want 4"
Not at all, sir. You spoke Of sickly
daughter. | have cottage vacant, iust
outside the city, with fountain, grounds and
conservatory. IL you and your daughter
will occupy il rent fee, i slali bc very glad
to have you take care Of it for me.r
The old man stood white and breathless,
as in dream, In an instant his hand
was taken in the warm clasp of the grea,
banker
Ny friend. my benefactor, you have for
gotten me, but my youthful memory Is
stronger than yours. Ia IL possible that you
have no rememberanee Of me r.
The old man shook his head.
@Yes 1t is folly to expect Il, when am so
changed. Listen, sir,p be resumed, with a
bright sarpsst smile 9 have you no recolIec-
lion Of q forIosn boy, on a crowded pier,
whose little sllwasscsttored By rude blow
Have you forgotten his distress have you
foreotsen thar = Kind stranger stopped TO
hcomfort him, mol only BY money but by
cheering words r
Is IL possible r. stasamsred the old man,
b. Yea IA a su,1atbIo 4 .,.xs ,hxs r..i~,.-