The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-07-30

apoplectic butch dangling from Grim
son thread, where the sunshine lay full
on the, purple bloom, and. amethyst,
shadows lurked among Its fullness Of fruit
age. Just At present the tempting NOR
sel seemed very far of to Jamie's imagi
nation. ... .. ....-...
Determined. not to give away withou
vigorous effort, however, jamie stcppet
boldly forward to the FIRST person he saw
and held up. his wares with modes
"Buy one, sir -
| Now, Is ill.fortune would have it, 'thi'
possible customer was fat, ill-tempcret
pursy old man, whose cholor had jus
been inaamed to fever heat by the iaad
vertan. descent Of heavy nailed boo
heel on his favorite corn. At all time.
he considered orange boys nuisance, bu
just now his slender quota Of patienc.
was entirely exhausted. He aimed ,
muttered oath aud furious blow. at th,
fair.headed boy, and rushed past to catch
a retrcuting omnibus.
Jamie sprang aside just in time to cs
cape tho brutal blow, but it descended full
upon his stock in trade, scattering apples
aud oranges far and wide. He was stand
ing close to the pier, and most Of thu
fruit few into the water, where it wen,
bobbing up aud down with the tide, in ,
most tautaliEing manner. A few apples
rolled under the crowd. but it was i'm
possible to secure them again.
Jomie's 6rst sensation was that Of in
dignaut wrath; the blood rushed in an
yry torrents to his cheek and brow, and
he shook his small fist impotently in the
direction which the fat man had taken
But in en- instant a feeling Of forloru
wrotchedness came over hini--no tempt
ing bit ofcake-no purple grapes for poor
katy--perhaps not even a supper, for h
knew that his mothers wages must ge
towards the rent Of the room. They de.
pended entirely on his exertion for thei'
evening meal, and the sun was declining
/ in the west already.
The reflection was too much for his
boyish heart, and lie was sobbing VIC
lcntly, when gentle hand was laid on
his shoulder. He started up, and before
him stood a pleasant gentleman, who
watched the whole transaction.
"There, my boy" he said, laying sil
yer dollar in the boys hand palm, "tha'
will set you up again. No thanks; the
money was intended for some piece Of ex'
travagance, and l chosen to use it thus
But remember this, my son /: when you
are pushed down 10 the race, don't stor
to rub your bruises, but pick yourself W
and start again y
Jamie thought the smile with which
this was said the kindest and pleasantest
expression that ever frightened the hu
man face but ere he could stsmmer ou'
his thanks the gentleman was gone.
The boy started for home with light
and joyous heart, stopping to purchase
the cherished morsels of fruit and cake
on his way. The gentleman walked leis
urely up Broadway. Seeing in book
store the title of "A newly published work
that he had much desired to read, his
footsteps invo!an,arily turned in tha. di
rection, but in an inatant he went Oh,
buttoning up his pockets and murmuriue
to himself with smile, Cant afford it.
one luxury day ought to be enough y
There was vast difference between thu
man and child in their capacities for en-
joymeut, but both we're happy that
night.
Tha. supper was joyful ceremony il
the garret room that evening. The
grapes pleased Kste's delicate appetit,
to charm, aud the story of the dollar
was listened to with interest
81 wish l could see the kind gentle
man." said the child, earnestly; 81
would give him my beautiful rose, if he
liked flowers"
| She looked strangely beautiful that
night, her head resting on her brother's
shoulders, while jamie fed her with The
juicy berries, one by one, as bird might
feed its young.
"Why, how bright the color in youl
cheeks is," cried Jamie ~ believe you
have been stealing the red shadows from
your favoritc rose Mother, I am sur,
Kate will get we'll"
The next morning, while yet the gold
en- spear of sunrise was in rest among th'
purple hills, Kate died.
X Il
The moss of twenty years had gathered
upon katy's hcad-stone-the violets o
twenty years had blossomed ovet he
gave, and it was glorious autumn day
whose light streaned along the bus.
thoroughfare, and shone on the magnifi
cent marble erections devoted to the ex
tensiye operations Of the celebrated Baul
of K.
A splendid carriage, cushioned wit
velvet, and glitteriug brightly in the sun
shine, was drawn up opposite the door
waiting to take the great banker to hi
1palatial home.
The spirited horse, foaming and prane
ing, could hardly be curbcd, aud tn
driver looked wondering toward tn
door, and marveled why his usually pune
tual master did not como.
Mr.. Arnet stood in little Office open
ing from the main bank, where the lon
rows Of clerks were bending over ,hei
desks. lie had been looking over littl
pocket book which he always carrie
about him, for some note or bill as h
turned its pages, bit Of folded pspe
dropped out.
The banker opened it, and althong
twenty years had deadened the first edg
Of his sorrow, the tears rushed to hi
eyes as they fell on the contents.
pencil sketch, rude aud unfinished, Of
meek browed child--a lock Of soft brow
hair, and that perfumed dust Of cri,nso
rose-these were dearer to the banke
than his vaults Of yellow gold.