Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1860-02-16
MISCELLANEOUS,
A GOOD DEED III SEASON,

4 GOOD DEED III SEASON.
Get away with you, you dirty beggar
boy, Id like to know what right you have
to look over the fence at our flowers -
The speaker WAS little boy, not more than
eleven years old, and though people some
times called him handsome, his face looked
very harsh aud disagrccable just then.
IL stood in a beautiful garden Just in the
suburbs Of the city; and it was June time,
and the tulips were just opening themselves
to the sunshine. Oh, it was a great JOY to
look at them, as they bowed gracefully to
the light wind their nccks Of crimson, Of
yellow, and carnation. The beds fanked
either side on the path that curled around a
small arbo', whore the young clusters that
lay hidden among the large leaves wrote a
beautiful prophecy for the autumn.
\ white paling ran in front Of the gar
den, over this the little beggar boy SO rude
ly addressed was leaning. lie was very
lean, very dirty, very ragged. am afraid
little children, you would have turned away
in disgust from So rcpulsive Il spectacle,
and yet God and the angels loved him
He was looking, with all his soul in his
eyes, on the blossoms, as they swaved to
and fro in the summer wind, and his heart
softened while he leaned his arm on the
fence railing, and forgot every hing in that
long, absorbed gaze. All it was seldom
The jeggag boy saw anything GOOD or beau
tiiul, and his sad dream should have such
4 rude awakening.
The blood rushed up to his face, and
glance tull Of evil and deian e flushed into
his eyes But, before the bo could retort,
littlc girl sprang out from the arbor, and
looked very eagerly from one child to the
other. She was very fair, with soft hazel
eyes, over which dropped long shining lash
es. Rich curls hum over her bare white
shoulders, and her lips were the color of the
crimson full blossoms.
GLOW could you speak SO cross to the
boy, Hinton = she asked with a tone Of sad
rcProach quiycrng through the sweetness
Of her voice. | ann sure it doesn't do us
any harm to have him look at the flowers
as long as he wants to-
We'll, EIclen,' urged the brother, slight
" modified, and slightly ashamed, L don't
like to have beggars gaping over the fence,
it looks 50 low
Now, that's all notion Of yours, Hin
ton; Pm sure il the flowers can do anybody
any good, we ought to be very clad. Little
boy,2-and the child turned to the be2gar
boy and addressed him as courteously as
though he had been a prince Iii pick
you some of the tulips if you'll wait mo-
ment.'
Helen, | do believe You are the fun
NEST girl that ever lived !? calculated the
child's brother, as he turned away, and with
low whistle sauntcred down the path
feeling very uncomfortable-for her conduct
was stronger reproof to him than any
words could have been.
Helen plucked one Of each specimen Of
the tulips, and there was a great variety OF
them, and gave them to this child. His
face frightened as he received them, and
thanked her
Oh the little girl had dropped a pearl
Of great price into the black, turbid bill
lows of the boys life, and the after years
should bring it up, beautiful and bright
again.
Twelve years had passed. The little blue
cScu StIi Ildl grown iHtC d IeiI; Si"CSAu- ~
man. One bright June afternoon, she
walked with her husband through the gar
den, for she was On a visit to her parents.
The place was little changed, and the tul-
ips had opened their lips of crimson and
gold to the sunshine, just as they had
done twelve years before. Suddenly they
observed young man in workman's blue
overaIls, leaning over the fence, his eyes
wandering eagerly from the beautiful flow
ers to herself He had a frank pleasant
countenance, and there was something in
his manner that interested the gentleman
and lady.
Look here, Edward, she said, 'Pll
pluck him some of the flowers; it always
does me good to see people admiring them;
and releasing her husbands arm she ap-
preached the paling, saying-and the smile E
round her lips was very like the old, child
one Are you fond of flowers, sir? 1t
will give me great pleasure to gather you
some