The Jeffersonian Democrat. [volume] (Chardon, Ohio) 1854-1865, 1859-10-14
TRUE POLITENESS.

TRUE P0LITENEsS.
"Any tarc.ciolhs, toweIing,or linen hand.
kerch,ols. day, ma'am :" asked II linen
pcddIcr "a his rich Irish brogue. as he stood
bending beneath tho weight of his heavy
pack. before tho door of u neat littlo cottage
in the country.
IL believe am we'll supplied with linen.
but won't you walk in and lay away your
pack and rest awhile You look tired that
is Il heavy load to carry, and it is quito II
distance to the nearest house taku II seat
by the fire, won't you was tho reply, IN
a low, sweet voice, and Mrs. Lee placed "a
chair before the glowing CRATE
"Arrah ! it's comfort, shuro, to rest in
such Il place, good woman, but I'll clano
my fait first. they're no fit for lady's car.
pot" and Paddy turned to the, scraper and
mat, and went vigorously to work to re.
move tho mud from his great course boots
That's little mater !" no calculated, as,
having cleaned them to his satisfaction. he
tip-tocd across tho carpet and scatiGg him
self upon the edge ot chair, held his red,
frcckIed hands near tho cheerful blaze.
There was Il look of quiet happiness in
his large blue eyes, as he sat gazing dream
ingly in tho glowing Goals. and. as if intui-
lively knowing tho thoughts of his hostess,
he said, as if replying to hor query;
Use thinking of mo mother and Brigot,
the darlings and how they would bless you
ma'am, could thcy know of your Kindness
to tho stranger in this country; it's tho
first timo my heart has been warmed by
such words this many day. God bless yc,
ma am !" and out flow tho gay colorod cot
ton handkerchief, and Paddy wrenchcd aud
pulled his red nose as if that alone was the
cause of tho mist before his eyes--and ended
his discipline by remarking apologotically-
This is a bad season for cowlds, aam'
and Immediately turned 20 open his pack,
so ye're wishing for nothing in my line
this morning J.
mo, do no. wish to purchase"
"BIt will ye pIaso to let mo give this fino
something wild ye,"
"Mary, would You like a handkerchief:
will get one of those small onos for you if
you wish. You may hand my purse from
my work box"
"PIoasc, am, if you'll bo so good as not
to ray me, I'd bo obliged if you would lot
me giTo it to hor; indado | would; so here it
is. little ono. Aud so your name is Mary
All but it is tho sweetest namo. intirely.
God bloss ye, child. and mako ye like your
mother, and it's DcEnis O'Brady, that II
never forgot the likes of this house, good
lady :" and with low bow no shoulderod
his burden and departed.
"Well, Mrs. Lee,if it don't beat all who in
| the world but you would ever have thought
of making so much of an Irish peddlor -
exclaimed Susan Minor in nasal tono, as
she waxed her thread and went on with her
sewing.
Il am suro I only did as would wish to
be done by merely gave him place to
rest a fow moments by my fire no looked
tired and cold and if il had been the right
time of day for u meal, | should have taken
it for granted that he was huagry aud offer
ed him something to cat. You would not
expect mo to shut the door in his faco,
hope. only treated him with common po,
liteness.'
"Ha ha Politenrss to peddler What
an idea ! Why, don't you know that half the
folks whero he stops, will almost turn him
out of tho house :"
"Ycs, know that people have wrong
ideas about peddlers, and often treat them
with rudeness--and, therefore, l take al
the more caro- to DO kind to them-I never
lost any thing by being kind to any one"
"You certainly did not this morning.
guess Mary thinks it pays don't you, Sis;"
"Why, Susy you know mamma lot hin,
give me tho handkerchief, because it pleased
him SO much to do it; know she did not
expect him to.
Honest Dennis had more real refinement
than many who make greater pretensions
my daughter you must keep his gift, and
remember that a Udrm heart prompted bv
generous, delicate feelings bestowed it upon
you | admired him, for giving it to pay mt
for what 10 felt so grateful for--come hore
my dear and jump upon my knoc, whilo
tell little rcminscenco of my childhood:
"One suI,ry day in August my little broth
or and were playing with our dolls aud
bits of broken crockory in tho old log house
chamber, whom our mother called us down
and, pointing down the road, said:
"Childrou, do you SEQ those travellers rest.
ing themselves in tho shade yonder:" We
looked. and beneath the spreading maple
sat the men, tanning themselves with their
hats, and wiping their heated faces will,
their handkerchlefs, and seeming yery much
overcome with fatigue and heat, for it was
in the hottest part of tho day. Now,
want you, my daughter, (said mother) to go
to tho well and draw up q bucket of cold
water, and Charlie. you may got your little
hat and l will fill this little c0voret pail with
water, and you may take it to those poor
tired men know they will bo glad of o
cooling draught.
"The water was soon ready, and little
brother trudged off among the stumps and
| logs-for our clearing was new one-we
saw them drink and turn water into each
! others hands, with which they bathed their
IoI nuino facaa-wa knau that fhay .yaea -,