Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1860-10-12
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A Coed Deed in Season.
BY VIRGINIA +. TOWNSEND.

sect away with you. you dirty old
beggar boy I'd Ike to know what right
you had to look over the fence at our
fowers?'' The speaker was but little
more than eleven years old, and though
people sometimes called it handsome, his
face looked very harsh and disagreeable
just then, - ....-.. .....
He stood in beautiful garden just
in the suburbs of the city; it was June
time and the tulips were opening them
selves to the sunshine. Oh! it was
greatjoy to look at them as they bowed
gracefully to the light, with their necks
Of crimson, yellow and carnation. The
beds fanked either side of the path that
curved around smaller arbor, where
the young grape clusters that lay hidden
among the leaves wrote beautiful
prophecy for the autumn. .....
A white paling ran in front of the gar
den, and over this the little beggar boy,
so rudely addressed, was leaning. He
was very lean, very dirty and very rag
ged. [ am afraid little children, you
would have turned away in disgust from
so repulsive a spectacle, and yet God and
the angels loved him! He was looking
with all his soul in his eyes on the beau
tiful blossoms, as they swayed to and fro
in the summer wind, and his heart
softened while he leaned on his arm on
the fence railing, and forgot everything
in that long absorbed gaze! All! it was
seldom the beggar boy saw any thing that
was either very good or very beautiful,
and it was sad his dream should have
such a wakening up. ....
The blood rushed up to his face, and
a glance full of evil and defiance flushed
into his eyes. But before the boy could
retort, little girl sprang out from the
arbor, and looked eargerly from one child
to the other. She was very fair, with
soft hazel eyes, over which dropt long
shining lashes. Rich curls hung over
her almost bare, white shoulders, and
her lips wore the color of the crimson
tulip blossoms, ..
"How could you speak so cross to the
boy, Hinton?'' she asked, with tone of
sad reproach quivering through the
sweetness of her voice. "I'm sure it
doesn't do US any harm to have him look
at the flowers if he likes"
"Well, Helen," urged the brother,
slightly modified and ashamed, II dom t
like to have beggars looking over the
fence 1t looks so low
"Now, that's notion Of yours, Hin
ton. I'm sure if the flowers could do
anybody any good, we ought to be glad.
Little boy said the child turning to
the boy, and addressed him as court
eously as though he had been a prince
--"l'll pick you some of the tulips if
you'll wait a moment %
"Helen, | do believe you're the fun
niest girl that ever lived' calculated
the child brother, as he sauntered away,
and with low whistle turned down the
path, feeling very uncomfortable-for
her conduct was stronger reproof to
him than words could have been
Helen plucked one of each specimen
of the tulips, and there was great va
riety of these, and gave them to the
child. His face bri ghtened as he re-
ceived them and thanked her. r
Oh! the little girl had dropped "pearl OF
great price" into the black turbid bill
lows of the boys life, and after years
would bring it up, beautiful and fair
again.