The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1860-03-29
What . Suit of Ciothes Came To.

my clothes The boys call him Pinch. be looks
so pihched; but he is real clean, and his knees
and elbows are well patched; he was dreadfully
cold ip school to-day, know ho was, he KEEP,
shivering so." -,
a. The poor do not suffer half SO much from
cold as we think for sail his aunt; they get
used to it." Let's see you try it, cried George.
: Hush, my son." said his mother. "Wen,
mother, as If flesh and blood would no. feel
such weather ms this, with only thin strip Of
old cloth between them. Aunt is covered With
flannel from head TO foot no wonder she doesn't
know what cold is." George and his aunt were
not art TO agree, and the worst of it was thew
did not agree to disagree. .f
What is the boys nano besides Pinch ="
asked his mother. jed Little. guess he has
no father. and do not know where he lives I
only know he 10 good fellow, and real pitifu
this weather.
Well said Mrs, Maxwell, "if you can do
anything for him. shall Le very glad to have
you. Good cried George, turning to his
book again; before tomorrow night III take
the shiver out OF poor Jed, ii can lie could
now study better.
jed was not Mt school the next afternoon
George asked where he lived: none Of the bows
knew, none at least that lie asked. After school
TIE master told him, and away he scampered to
hnd him. IL was in an old block Of buildings in
another part of the town, which he made a bu.i.
ness to search through aud through when he got
there. Presently there was a tap at one of the
basement windows. and George spied Jed's face
at one Of the squares. Halo" cried he. Jed
came to the door and rerped out where are
you bouhd down herei" he asked. "Lookiny
up you. I'd fellow" sa;d George. "Me,her is
Inning my trowsers, and I've got nothing to
wear while she is doing it," said the boy; "I
cannot go out, so you come in"
George went into the little room where the
Litties lived-a poor widow with four childr n.
whom the long and severe winter was pinchinp
to the very extent Of their scanty means. Such
box of n stove rs George thought, and about
porringer ofPotatoes; and Jed with old summer
pants on and blanket over his shoulders; while
his mother was bnsting strips Of flannel in his
school-trousers, and they the best he had. It was
the reality of poverty, which George seldom
saw. ...
just thought would hunt you mp, Jed" he
said, fnaking rs II to Co. for he felt half ashamed
OF his thick coat beside his poor, halfcIad schoo.
mate. Thank you ever so much for coming,
said Jed; 'its good in YOU why. you see al
most froze in school yesterday, and mother did
not want me to go till she had time to fix me
She sews for the shops, and has to sew for us by
piecemenl. Iwish twas always summer. George,
like the tropics geography tells about"
"Poor Jed" said George TO himself, ms he ran
home: "poor fellow, poor fellow" Mother"
he cried, as he bounded into the house with his
glowing cheeks, I" / want to make up n bundle cf
my clothes for Jed Little quick, mother, quick
at is dinner,time," said his aunt. "Dinnerp.
cried the eager boy " what do care about din.
ner when poor Jed Little is freeaingi" But his
mother quieted his impetuosity until after dinner,
when she went up stairs with him and gave him
leave to select full and comfortable suit for the
poor boy. George shouldered the bundle, and
took in his other hand tin pail iull Of dinner
for the destitute family. "You are good bow
said his aunt. GOOD am not good. I've not
a sparkle Of goodness in mel cried he, INV
child, how you speak to your aunt" said his
mother gently. laying her hand on his head
al know it, mother" he answered, in a gentle
tone; "Oh, know it, and it is 40 rough in me
aunt, will you forgive me for speaking soi"-
" Co." said aunt and mother. both smiling.
81 have had good visit" said George on his
feturn. bringing home n serious thoughtful and
softened look with him. "Jed could not speak
he only looked and looked his mother did
the thinking. I did not want thanks, only !,
seemed to do her good. Jed grabbed my hand
when came>off, and squeezed it so; some time
Dr. other said he--and that was all he could
.ay." "a. ... ........'
p Twenty years or more passed away, md a
poor miner was taken from one Of the Sacramen.
10 boats and landed at San Francisco. Poor.
riendless and sick, he was scarcely able to walk
md sank down on a box Of goods under q shed
In the hurry nobody noticed him, or noticing
him, thought it worth while to inquire into HE
nisfortunes At last, when the hustle began to
ull, couple of men came along. "Theres that
Door fellow" they snid ne never likely 10 see
MS home again. !" "Wbo is to" asked a third,
'' Don I know his pame,' answered one. "Max.
we'll, think" said the other a down-easter."
The maine arrested the attention Of stranger
who stood near the wharf looking over nm in.
'oice Of goods. Maxwell" he looked up and
aid. "Maxwell. wheref' They pointed him to
he sick man, who seemed to have fallen asleep.
He went towards him. "a good deal older than
my Maxwell I ever knew" he said. "Max-
we'll" he repeated, half aloud, and the name
seemed to food him with memories which took
iim far, far back to his boyhood again. MAX.
veil, he said again, aud again was drawn to the
boot mine.. "Ymr name Is Maxwell" he said.
eeing him awake. "Tbat is my name, cir
George Maxwell" answered the man wreck