The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1860-03-14

he lives. | only know he is a good fellow,
aud real pitful this weather.
Well" said Mrs. Maxwell, "if YOU can
DO anything for him. shall be very clad 10
have you" Gopd." cried George, turning
to his book again before to-morruw night
III take the shver out of poor Jed, il I
cam He could now study better.
jed was MT at scnool the next forenoon.
George asked where he lived none Of the
boys knew, none at least that he asked. After
school the master told him, and away he
scampered to find him. II w.s in an old
black "t bulldn1s in another part Of the
town. which he made business to search
through and through when he got there.
Presently there was tap at one oil the
basement windows. and George sped Jed's
lace at one Of the squares. "Halp" cried
ne. Jed came tn the door und peeprd out.
" Where are Won bound, down here :" he
asked. "Lookiny up you, old fellow" said
george. "Mpther is lining my trousers.
aud Eve got nothing TO wear wille she is
doing it, SAID the boy; -" cannot go out, 50
you come in"
George went into the little room where
the Littles liyed-l poor widow with four
children. whom the long AMI severe winter
vas plnchIng to the very extent OF their
scanty means. Such a box of a stove.
George thought, and about a porringer of
potatoes; and Jed with oil summer pants
Oh, and blanket over his shoulders; while
his mother was basting strips of flannel in
his chool-trousers, and they the best he had.
l was The reality Of poverty which he sell
dom saw.
g just thought | would hunt you up,
Jed" ne SAID, making as il to 90, for he
felt half ashamed Of his thick coat beside
his poor half-clad school Thank
you ever so much for coming" said Jed !;
. its good in you. Why, yol see almost
trnze in school yesterday, AMI mother did
MI want me to 90 ill she had time 10 FIX
ne. She sews for the shop. and has 10 sew
for US BY piecemtal | wish twas always
simmer. George, like the tropics geography
tell, about"
Poor Jed said George to himself, as
he ran home; "poor fellow. poor fellow"
!" Mother" he cried. as he bounded into the
hou.e with his glowing cheeks, +" want to
make up bundle Of my clothes for Jed
i.ltlie; qaicS, m 'ther quick" 1T IS dinner
time, said his aunt Dinner Z" cried the
eager bo. " what do care about dinner
when poor Jed Little is freezing" But his
mnther quieted his impetuosity until after
dinner, when she went up stairs with him
and gave him leave to select a foil and
comfortable suit for the poor boy. George
shOuldered the bundle, and took in his other
hand tin pail full Of dinner for the desti-
tute family. !" You are a good hoy," said
hi' aunt. Good. am not good. pre not
4 spark 81 goodness in me-" cried he. "My
child, how you speak to ynur aunt said his
mother, gently laying her hand on his head.
:" | know il. mother" he answered, in
gentle tone; "oh, know il, and il is so
rough in me; aunt, will you forgive me for
speaking so:" Co." said aunt and mother.
both smiling.
81 have had . good VISIT" said George on
his return, bringing home serious. thought.
lal, and soltenel look with him, Jed could
not speak. he only looked and loaked his
mother did the thanking. | did'nnt want
thanks. only il seemed to do her good. Jed
grabbed my hand when I came off, and
squeezed it so. some time or other said he.
aud That was all he could say.
Twenty years or more passed away. and
poor miner was taken frsm one Of the Sacra-
mrato boats aud landed at San Francisco.
Paur, friendless, and sick, be was scarcely
able 70 walk, and sank down on box OF
goods under a shed. In the hurry nobody
noticed him, or noticing him thought i
wnrth while to inquire into his misforluues.
tt is.t when the blste began TO lul. a
couple Of men came along. There's ihat
pnOr fellow" they said, he's never likely
10 see his home again" Who is Il !" asked
third. " Don't know his name," answered
one. Maxwell. ! think" sid the other;
Maxwell, q down-easter."
The name arrested the attention Of d
stranger, who stood near The wharf looking
nsrr an invoice ol gouhs. Maxwell" he
ilpked up and said, Maxwell where :"
They pOated him 10 the sick nan. who
seemed to have fallen asleep. Tie went to.
wards hin. " 4 good deal older than any
Maxwell ever knew" he said. " Maxwell!
MAXWELL be repeated half aloud, and the
name seemed to llond him with memories
which toos him Gar. far back to his Eoyhood
again. . Maxwell" he said sgain. and
again was drawn TO the poor miner. Your
name is MAXWELL" he said. seeing him
awske. THAT is my name. sir, George
Maxwell" !" answered tie man, wrecked ON
a farlarn coast"
George Maxwell" exclaimed the stran.
ger. grasping the miners thin hand in his
right honest. healthy grip. God bless YOU;
and Whp am but Jed Little, able 10 carry
dozen Of you on my back. Come. come,
nv hOmc is your home. II is all summer
with NE nav, and you shall share nv sun.
ncr with me, George Maxwell" VIM eau
describe the meeting. or Ihe wonderful laith.
ulness Of Goi's providence. whereby bun.
lie of old clothes. planted twenty or twenty
i've years before. yielded an abundant
harvest - friendship, food. hope. shelter.
aud prospect of better business
than mining could ever be to one so deli,
cately brought up as GeJtsc Maxwell had
leen.