Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-02-18
What a Suit Of Clothes come To.
a STORY FOR BOYS.


"Mothcr," said George Maxwell, "thcrc's
poor boy in our school who wish had some
of my clothes The boys call him Pinch, he
looks so pincued; but he is real clean, his
knees and elbows are well patched; he was
dreadfulIy cold in school today / know he
was, he kept shiyering So"
"The poor do not suffer so much from cold
as we think for" said his aunt; " they get
used to it." Let's see YOU try it," cried
George. Hush, my SON., said his moth
cr We'll, mother, Just as if flesh and blood
would not feel such weather us this, with on
ly Il 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 apt to agree,
and the worst Of it was, they did not agree to
disagree.
"What is the boys name besides Pinch :"
asked his mother. "Jed Little. | guess he
has no father, and DO not know where he
lives. | only know he is good fellow, and
real pitiful this weather."
"Well," said Mrs Maxwell, off you can
do anything for him, | shall be very glad to
have you" {" Good" cried George, turning
to his book again before tomorrow night
I'll take the shivcr out of poor ed if can
lie could now study better.
jed was not at school the next forenoon
George asked where he lived none of the
boys knew, none at least that he asked Af.
ter school the master told him, and away he
scGmpcrcd to find him 1t was in an old
block of buildings in another part OF the town,
which lie made business to search through
and through when he got there. Presently
there was tap at one of the basement in
dows, and George spied Jcd's face at one of
the squares. Halo" cried he. Jed came
to the door and pccpcd out. Where you
bound, down here p he asked. "Looking
up you, old fellow" said George, Mother is
lining my trowscrs, and I've got nothing TO
wear while she is doing it" said the boy !; g"
cannot go out, so you come in"
George went into the little room where the
Littles lived-a poor widow with four chill
dren, whom the long and severe winter was
pinching to the very extent of their scanty
means. Such a box of stove, George
thought, and about porrnger of potatoes
and Jed with old summer pants ou and
blanket over his shoulders while his mother
was basting strips of flannel in his school
trowsers and they the best he had 1t was
the reality Of poverty, which lie seldom saw.
=" just thought that would hunt you up,
jed" he said, making as if to go, for he felt
half ashamed of his thick coat beside his
poor half-clad sehoolmate Thank you,
ever so much for coming" said jed its
good in you. Why you see [ was almost
frozc in school yesterday, and mother did not
want me to go till she had time to fix me-
She sews for the shop, and has to sew for us
by picccmoals. wish twas always summer,
George, like the tropics, the geography tell
about.
Poor Jed, said George to Himself, as he
ran home; 3" Mother" he cried, as he bound
ed into the house with his glowing checks,
81 wantato make up bundle of my clothes
for Jed Little; quick, mother quick" "It
is dinner-timc," said his aunt. "Dinncr?"
cried the eager boy "what do care about
dinner when poor Jed Little is freezing -
But his mother quictca his impctuosity until
after dinner, when she went up stairs with
him and gave him leave to select a full and
comfortable suit for the poor boy. George
shoudercd the bundle, and took in his other
hand tin pale full of dinner for the destitute
family. You arc good boy" said his
aunt. "Good; | am not good, I've not a
spark of goodness in me-" cried he. "My
child, how you speak to your aunt" said his
mother gently, laying her hand on his head.
" j know it, mother" he answered, in gen
Wv iOhC vi, l. hIOH IL, anu III Is 50 IOuSn
in me; aunt, will you forgive nae speaking
so?" &C.," said aunt and mother, both
smiling.
81 have had a good visit" said George on
his return, bringing home serious, thought
full, and softcned look with him "Jed could
not speak, he only looked and looked his
mother did the thanking. Jed grabbed my
hand when / came off, and squeezed it SO
"some time or other" said he-and that was
all that he could say"
Twenty years or more had passed away, and
poor miner was taken from one of the Sac
ramento boats and landed at San Francisco.
Poor, friendless, and sick, he was scarcely
able to walk, and sank down on box of goods
under shed, In the hurry nobody noticed
him, or thought it worth while to inquire IN
to his msfortunes. At last, when the hustle
began to lull, couple of men came along
"There's that poor fellow, they said "he's
never like to see his home again" "Who
is it?' asked a third, "Don't you know his
name" answered one. Maxwell, ,hink,"
said the other; " Maxwell, down easter"
The name arrested the attention of stran-
ger who stood near the wharf looking over
an invoice of goods. Maxwell" he looked
up and said, Maxwell; where 2" They
pointed him to the sick man, who seemed TO
have fallen asleep. Ilc went towards him
f" A good deal older than any Maxwell ever
knew" said he. Maxwell, Maxwell" he
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