Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1859-06-29


if the prize was his at last
Seth Milford was about seventeen years of
age, tall. dark, and awkward in appearance
his clothes were of the coarsest home spun
and very much soiled and torn, and an old
palm leaf hat, and coarse brogans completed
his toilet
Weary and hungry, we well imagine
his appearance, as he climbed over the fence
the next afternoon into field where num-
Der of men were at work harvesting; good
rrtured hale-looking farmer stood near by,
! with basket in one hand and a Jug of water
| in the other.
Seth imagined him to be the employer; so,
approaching him, he asked him if he wished
another haed Instead of answering the
question, seeing that the boy was fatigued,
! he mntioned him to shady seat, and COM
menced to spread the "lunch" on the newly
cut wheat.
Il think you'll feel better for bite, my
! lad; so sit up with my men and help your
self, while get you rake, as L see you
have none"
Thank YOU" Seth's whole soul was in
the words; how that young heart leaped with
giadness as the first words of kindness for
many long year fell like music upon his ear,
Il guess I'll want you as long as you want
to stay, if you do well. But you must not
work too hard, and try and feel at home at
my house"
And Seth did; harvest passed and autumn
| came, and still he remained inmate of Mr..
| Wilson's family: and one could scarcely re-
cognize in the cheerful faced and neatly clad
boy, the Seth Milford of other days.
Seth was very happy there Mr.. Wilson
was 50 kind and fatherly, end his wife could
lot have treated her own child better; and
little Matte, with her laughing brown eyes
full of merriment, was always at kIs side as
be sat. after the days work was done, in the
vine covered porch, or neatly secured kitch-
en-. or large white washed parlor. with its
fantastic pictures and little ornamented pin
cushions 9eedle-cases and braided rugs, and
rows of white dishes cn the snowy shelves: it
was indeed home there. for one who bad been
| SO long homeless.
But one hazy October morning Seth stood
in the vine-covered porch, in the garb of a
ira veler, The good farmer and his wife, and
little Matte, stood before him, all talking
earnestly.
Seth, my lad, d,' said Mr. Wilson, s'you
have been good boy. and dope we'll by me.
| should like to keep you, but as your great
desire. it seems, is to become a scholar, and
you choose to go alone into the great city,
and go through many trials and difficulties tC
be one; but Seth, my boy,f have lived long
in this rgorld than you you viii find some
things that Will seem almost impossible, bu
remember. take an old mans advice, PERsE
WE'RE. This has long been my motto; hsv,
never known it 20 faii."
You must write to US just as soon as yor
learn how" said Mrs. Wilson, kindly. "a
prUFprrous journey to you, good bye"
You must come back very soon, Seth
III h. lopacopta Irbo-1 oi,
> little Matte, as the tears dirnmed her browr
eyes 4 will wait for you at the gate ever,
night" And so Seth left his home and hur
rieG away.
Weary, indeed, Seth found himself walk in
the crowded pavements of large city. Th
~ nunbcrless drays coaches, expresses omri
: busses and vehicles of every description, th
L crowi of people hurrying to and fro-th
= handsome buildings and magnificent shows
. merchandise of every kind completely bewil
. dered him.
We need not follow Seth minutely, re
. pulsed, scorned and laughed at for his green
= ness, he wandered on. His proud spirit wa
a wounded, not broken. Farmer Wilson
I motto was constantly before him. He at la:
in found a situation in livery stable, where h
a was to devote all his time before and afte
school, and thus pay his way.
70 We might follow Seth to the Academy
y unknown. poor and lgnorant-laughed at an
n taunted by his schoolmates, and placed in th
a lowest room among the little children
q sighted and scorned even by them. 1t We
!. lonely and sad time, yet it passed away.
N Five years from the time he entered til
, Academy, he graduated, and entered one
N the first medical colleges in the city; writin
he bod dopo hafo nj
ut meeting his expenses.
u At the age of twenty Seth Milfor
7e left the University with the highest honor
N loved and respected by all; honest and u,
e, right in all his dealings, educated with ia
d ents of high order, no wonder the wealth
and honored sought his society, and forge
as that his education was all he possessed
is Ten years-they had passed, with the
th storms and sunshine, over the old farm
Mr.. Wilson, and the SHOWS had whitened b
I'd locks and Times rough finger had left il
70 traces upon his brow; yet the smile was sti
there, and the warm heart. with its kind
ne beatings, was still the same. And his GOO
to wife, Time bad written no sad tale upon h,
ne open brow, though snowy cap shaded h'
IS silver brown hair. and her step was slowe
er and her voice had less music in its tone. Al
Mattie-the aughter--loving, brown-eyt
py Mattie-those ten years had passed like sui
DIS shine over her young head. and the pret
IN girl blossomed into the beautiful woman.
n, One bright spfng morning, when the da
be sizes and buttercups bloomed, there was br
ny dal in the old parlor at Farmer Wilson's, ar
= DR.. Milford bore away the lovely Matte, b
or bride, and in the village of N, not mar
miles from Squire Williams mansion, ne
'se white cott-ge bore the sign Of S. NJ. Milfor
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