Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-02-03
/" SOMEBODY HAPPY. 2

Never go to bed at night without
making sure you've done one good action
or made somebody happy"
Humph,o said Harvey Lane, as be
closed with this sentence. very interest.
ing little book his Aunt Harriethad sent
him from the city. ~ don't believe
there are many folks do this Tn sure
| never did," But Harvey, whose life
was just taking hold Of its thirteenth
year, revolved the question in his mind
whether he had ever made anybody haE
Ply in his life.
Alas it was a very meagre array Of
good deeds which his memory marshalled
before him-he remembered saving Mary
Jones from falling into the river one day
BY pulling her off rotten plank on the
old bridge and then there was little
Hope Matthews all last winter lie took
her to school on his sled, for she was such
little Dobbin, she never could have
beaten her way through the Winds and
would have run quite risk Of being bur
led in the snow.
NThe truth is. Harvey Lane was sci
fish boy, and like great many older and
wiser people, he was utterly unconscious
of the fact, and would have been as much
startled by this announcement, as yor
could possibly be if it were made of your
self. t era
| can take the wheat along for you
jest as well as not, because I'm going be
yond the mill with this load e'hay.1
These words brokein suddenlyon Har
veys meditations. and looking out of thu
window, he saw Uncle Josiah, who bore
this cognomen throughout the neighbour
hood, standing in the backyard, in his
old straw hat and farmers blouse. Al
that moment the hired man came along
with two large bags of wheat ready fol-
the mill and Uncle Josiah took one Of
these, and the two men carried them, to
the load of hay that stood just outside OIL
the gate.
Now Harvey, like all boys, had an es
pccial penchant for mounting a load Of
hay accordingly, in less than two min
utes, he was out of the gate, hat in hand
saying very approximately Uncle JOSH
ah, let me go down to the mill with you
come now, don't say no"
Well, | guess they won't object to
taking on few pounds more" answered
Unclez5osiah who was one of the kindesl
hearted men in the world, as he glanced
at his fat oxen. In a second more Har
vey was duly mounted on the hay pile
Uncle Josiah took up his long whip, and
just then the face of little girl put it
selfoutside the front door. 1t was pale
pretty face, with soft hazel eyes, and long
braids of brown hair.
Oh, Harvey, where in the world are
you going on that hay 7" asked an eager
voice. a1e
Down to the mill, Annie =
How wish | could go too T. gs
"Oh, Annie Clark, who ever heard o.
Il girl riding on hay load p P@
Here Uncle Josiah suhjoined to, Lei
her get on if she's mind to. You car
move that bag of wheat and make room
for ner. nun TuSsy, anu get your porr
net"
l. Witha cry Of delight. the child boun
ded away, but Harvey sat. still with q
lowering brow, and his cogitations were
somewhat after this fashion,.
d All the boys in the village will laugh
at me, | know they will, for riding on q
hay load with girl. ! shall be ashamed
to show my face at school on Monday
morning, and | know / shan't hear the
| last OF 1T for a year to come. just won'i
make myself laughing stock for Annie
Clark and if don't 60. she cant, be
cause she won't know the way back"
But just at that moment the book he
bad been reading REQUIRED to Haryey's
mind, and also the sentence with which
it concluded and then something rose
and whispered In his heart
Poor little cousin Annie-how much
she is to be pitied, after all now her
mother is dead, aud she's shut up there
in the great city nine months in the year,
and only has sight of the country when
she comes up to visitAunt Mary l. She'll
be perfectly beside herself with delight
at riding down to the old mill and NO
matter what the boys say, l guess, Har
vey Lane, you're too much of a man to be
afraid of them, or their laughing, when
you know you've been doing a good &C
tion." % ~
Just then Annie rushed out of the gate,
bonnet in hand, crying I'm ready Har
vey, I'm ready"
Well, how are you going to get on
here you can't climb, Annie 2" asked
Harvey as he removed the wheat bag.
Uncle Josiah, however settled this
question, as he took Annie il his long
arms, and tossed her up, and with a
shrek, half of fear, half of delight, she
landed on the hay.
1t was a, soft mellow day in the Indian
summer; and as you grow older, dear
little children, you will learn to love those
days more than any the year brings us.
There were no clouds on the deep, serene
sky; and the map. es still had tufts Of
CRIMSON leaves cllnging 20 their branches
Ihe barberries grew thick along the
roadside, and looked like red beads
strung among the green leaves and eve
~ little while the children could hear the
prattle OF brook or the dropping Of nuts
in the woods. Harvey was very happy
oh, how much happier than if be had
ridden alone with the little disappointed
face. OF his cousin Annie haunting him all
the way. She was almost beside herself;
ciapping her hands at the sight of every
new object, and calling to the blue birds
and robins as tLey swan through the air;
and certainly it seemed to Harvey thai
the country never looked SO pleasant as
it did on that day. Fs-
Atlast they reached the mill and here
was new wonder for Annie. They
alighted. and Harvey took his couslI,
through the old mill, with its bags and
barrels ofnewly ground -four, its wonder.