The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1858-05-06

| Iyou get by going TO such placesl How
long wonder, before you will learn
that you are not like other folks, and
can Q 60 amongst emp
"Not like other folksl' repeated poor
/ little Hugh, when his sister had tucked
him up carefully in his warm attic, and
gone down to prepare wash for his
sprained wrist, He forgot for a moment
his bodily pain in the pain which shot
/ through his heart at these careless
words. "Not like other folksl no in
deed, I an mott But how am I to blame
for i2 I didn't make myself Why
did God make me so2'
He raised the blanket from his face,
and peered into the darkness with q
kind Of superstitious fear at the ques-
tiOn he had involuntarily asked for he
had not forgotten what his dead mother
had taught him. that God was good, and
that he did everything for the best
"I don't know what We shall do with
Hugh, TO keep him out of harms way,
said his father the next morning. "HeI
has such an intolerable curiosity to see
all that is going on in the world, that
he'll get his neck broken among these
city boys. I'll send him to my sisters
cousin in the country, to learn a shoe
makers trade"
"Tho best trade in the world for such
as he, i" replied Dolly. And so, as soon
es the sprained wrist was strong again,
little Hugh was packed of to a country
cobbler's close.leather-pcrfumed shop.
1t was a new thing to him to be i'm
prisoned from morning until night, wax
ling ends, whiting pegs, or driving
them into the tough soles of shoes, new
or old. Not kind word ever fell on
the poor boys ear. If he did his work
faithfully, he received no word or look
Of encouragement. If he fell to mus
ing, as he sometimes did, he was roughly
aroused by a shake, and q growl to the
effect that he didn't earn the salt to his
victuals; should like to know what he
, expected to do in the world?"
One Saturday, Hugh had the unusual
privilege Of half holiday. With the
J village boys he could not 90 to play, for
they had once driven him from the
! green, with shouts of scornful laughter.
} So he turned down a shaded lane, that
} led to a dark pine wood. Through the
heart of this wood stole a still stream Of
, cool water Upon a messy knoll, on its
, bank, Hugh threw himself down to
cherish sad thoughts
"To be a shoemaker all my days, and
stay in a stifed-up shopl" thought he; 81
can't bear it! But what else can I do?
Who cares for me2 Who is there that
does not laugh at me? 1 wish I was
Idead-so I do"
He laid his pale check on the soft
moss, and watered it with bitter tears.
As he raised his eyes at length, they
lighted on a clear blossom of the firing
ed gentian. As he took the flower in
his hand, it seemed to him as though it's
fringed blue eye looked lovingly into his,
saying, "GOd made mel
Good made you-ycs; made yOu sweet
and beautiful, but how did he make nle2n
reasoned the bewildered boy, whose re-
belliOus feelings had by no means left
him. Still he looked fzcdly into the
flower.
81 don { laugh at your hunched shoul-
ders, Hugh, it seemed to him again to
be saying softly.
"No-you don't; and if there was one
living blue eye that looked as kind as
as yours he stopped, and thought for
a moment of little Lila and her moth
er. "But that was only piB even kind
people can never love me. l wonder if
the angels in Heaven will love me? NV
mother will, know and his lips trem-
bled. "But am afraid 1 never shall
be fit to go to her, if these naughty
feelings stay in my heart; I can't help
them, either. 1t must be God made me
for something, as well as this dear little
howerl Yes, he gave me a souL-the lit
tie girl said that! Perhaps my soul can
do something in the world, though my
body is poor and crooked / IUhyr'
And with these little magic words,
Hugh sprang up from his knoll, button
ed the flower in his vest, and made his
way homeward to his work.
Five years have flown. In the hall of
a village academy, a knot Of schoolgirls
are discussing a weighty matter. The
young men of the academy have been
delivering orations Of their own compo-
sition, for a prize; and the result has as
tOnished every one.
els it not too bad, says Sarah "that
such a fellow should win the prize?'
"Why, has he not as good O right as
any Of them" asks a blue eyed girl of
fourteen at her side.
ooh, right, to be sure! but I shouldn't
think such deformod piece Of human
ity would be very forward to push him
self before other people!"
"Should he not make the most Of the
gifts God has given him? It is unjust,
SARAH He won the prize fairly, and
spoke noblyl you ought not to be 50 un-
kindr'
81 suppose you think no prize too good
for him' responded Sarah, with mali
cious little laugh "Perhaps he will Of
fer his services in escorting you to the
picnic next Monday in return for your
eloquent defence of his rights. The
Lily of Lisbon Academy, as Professor
r. called her, would be honored by such
company
"She would indeed be honored Sarah,
| by any mark of esteem from one whose
opinion is worth somethingl" replied
the blue-eyed girl, proudly arching her
4 graceful neck "Did you never learn
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