Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-08-04


exclaimed. "And yet," he continued, 81
like his spirit-his independence his hero
ism. Pom my word! I must find out some
thing about him-I am heartily ashamed oI
myself!'
George Vandry then proceeded homewards
with the full determination of making every
effort to find out the abodeo of his new &C,
quaintance, and do all he could to repair the
injury which be had done. 49,.
Poor little Jim made his way through the
busy, bustling crowd of pedestrians with a
wildly pulsating heart; forgetting to offer
his matches for sale to the many passers by.
He heard not the rustlings of silks and sat.
ins, the talk Of crops and trade, or saw the
pressing crowd around him. No., no; the
cruel treatment, which he had but just re-
ceived, had driven him altogether within
himself; and he hurried on to the river side,
longing to throw himself upon the cool turf
beneath the old oaks, where far from the
noisy din of bustling life, he might weep out
the young sorrow from his throbbing heart,
The warm, bright sunshine fingered upon
the calm bosom of the beautiful river; the
sweet summer flowers were blooming upon
the grassy banks, enriching the pure air with
their fragrant breath the old messy oaks
shaded the blue-eyed violet, which ever an
anon peeped from beneath its leafy roof; the
songsters of the woods warbled their sweet
est notes; the boatmen upon the river lifted
up their hoarse, but not unpleasant songs,
as they "plied the glistening oar,"' and the
silvery laugh of happy children quiveredup-
on the air, with all its touching andezquis-
lite harmony. Jim heard and saw nothing
of this, as he threw himself beneath the
out.stretched branches of a shady oak, and
watered Gods flowers with his scalding tears !;
but those bitter tears went up, with the per-
fume of flowers. to Him, who raiuteth the lily,
and heareth the young ravens when they
cry.
"What makes you cry so, little boy"
asked low voice beside him.
Jim raised his fearful face, and his eyes
fell upon one of the most beautiful beings Of
earth, standing beside him, in the form of
a little girl.
care you sick ?" asked the fair child.
"No, I am not sick-but why do you
speak to me?" replied Jim. 81 am only a
poor match boy, whom nobody cares for !;
while you are beautiful-Oh !! so beautiful !!
that everybody must love you"
"Aud is it true that nobody cares for you
Poor little boy!" said the child, brushing a
tear from her soft blue eyes, and looking ten
derly upon the boy.
"Do not weep for me-" said Jim; "I am
not worth your notice; but let me look upon
you little while-it makes me feel so hap
py"
'Look upon me as much as you please,
little boy" said the child, seating herself
beside him; sapd I will sit down by you,
and get you to help me tie up bunch of
these flowers for your little sister,"
~ have no little sister," said the boy with
deep sigh.
"Then you shall have some of these flow
ers for your brother--see what beautiful
rose this is"
~ have no brother, no mother, no father,
no"
care you telling the truth?" asked the
child.
"Could 1 speak an untruth to such an an
gel as you are?" replied the boy.
"Hush p' said the child, placing her lit
tie hand over the mouth of the boy Kit is
very wicked to call me an angel, when you
know that I am only little girl. Mamma
would be very angry to hear you talk 50 to
me; for she says that my heart is very sinful,
-r-d ehut must get uuw uuc before f can
ever become an angel"
"Yom heart SINFUL" exclaimed the boy
in astonishment; "then mine must be ve1y
wicked"
"Tell me your name, little boy, and do
not talk So" said the child.
"Jim is what the people call me-" said
the boy, carelessly.
"And Rosa is my name," said the child.
care you not very rich, Rosa? and are
you not doing yourself an injury by talking
with such poor boy as me?" asked Jim.
"For shame, Jim v' said Rosa. "My
papa is very rich it is true; but mamma has
often told ME, that it is very sinful for the
rich to despise the poor"
"But, Rosa, it is very wrong for fine peo-
pie, like you, to be seen with such ignorant
and poor boys as I am. If you should make
the acquaintance of every ragged boy you
meet with, am sure that your mamma
would be very angry with you"
'sThat is very true, jim" )" said Rosa, look
ing uneasily around; but you seemed to be
so unhappy, and weptso bitterly, thatI could
not help asking what was the matter But,
you do not look like common match boy,
Jim; and I am sure that you are not bad
boy.
81 try to be good, Rosa," said Jim ; "but
Oh it is hard very hard !" and the poor
boy burst into tears.
"But it will not be hard, if you ask God
to help you, Jim," said Rosa, placing her
hand upon his shoulder.
uAhi Rosa !" siphed Tim. ct never had