Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1860-08-17

! "'1es, but what made 10 Z.
~ prided myself on my little learning. so
says |, wy, mater made it, Pinky ; we used
to call him Pink, and Pinky.
"'Wcll, what made mater, Keene I? he
still kept asking.
"Why--why mater made itselfV
&c Oh, no = he cried and with solemn
look as ever | see on any lacc-aud his voice
of warnin'-I don't know why, but never
heerod anything like it; says he, God made
everything God is down here in the dark !
81 declare, it was as nigh as il man had
struck me as could be. Says 1, 'Pinky,
where did you get that from !?
Says he, The good man told me"
"'What good man ? | asked, and an ugly
feeling came over me.
"'What preached at mammys funeral said
he"
"'And where'd you get him. sort O
growled like.
"Out in the road yesterday. seed him
on a horse, and he took me up and rded me
ever so far and back, and he told me all Of
the good things"
81 was SILENT tell ye. l didn't know
what to say but | was mad. just then, in
moving up quick, my lamp went out. Now
that's a thing that don't happen but a few
times in good maay years knew I'd have
TO wait and holler till somebody come--for
the pit was full of hoes-and so l said,
Don't be afraid Pinky, they'll be here soon $
but was shaky, for he was in dangerous
part Of the pit
"Says he i don't feel afraid, Keene; don't
you s'pose Gods close to us
| declare felt my blood trickle cold, and
every wind that come down the shaft-way |
thought was his breath-the breath of God
"Well, the hours passed away, and nobody
come. Presently says little Pinky, 'Ill go
for you, God will show me the way. and
heard his little feet patting along them dan
gerous places. 1t was awful The sweat
started out on me thick, and it seemed like
couldn't breathe. But when | called him
back ne shouted with his little voice, God Il
show me the way
at almost makes me tremble when think
ont, sir the boy went over the worst road
in the pit, full Of sunk shafts and dangerous
places. without no lamp! Oh, sir, when they
came for me with plenty Of light, IL couldn
believe il, sir. ] couldn't; and though they
kept telling me that Pinky was safe, tell
you, sir. that ! thought it was lie till sec
him and heard him cry out, i am safe, keene
God showed me the way
"Well, sir you maynt think this looks
true but tbs. Oh. It's as true as wonder
fnl, sir; and tell you. ! was different man
after that Not that ! grew good at once
no, didn't know the igay then, sir. didn
feel like Pinky; | didn't feel sure that God
sto0 me. but he did.
zone day, after Pinky had been working
hard, he said he was dry, and his head ached.
Well, we always expected something'd be
ailing him-so that night | carried him home
in my arms, and laid him on his bed, and be
never, sir, the miner choked for a moment
drew one rough hand across his eyes, turned
away for brief second, then said hurriedly
che never got up from it Of himself agin
Every night came home he was worse and
worse, and l tell ye felt as if all the light
ever see was going out
zone morning he asked me in his weak
voice-'Wouldu't send for the good man
that preached for his nanny ! didn't say
no-twasn't in my heart TO do that thing
and before long the parson was there, talk
ing and praying. That seemed to do the child
good And as the miners dropped in with
their black faces, and the little lamps in their
hands, he'd smile round on EN- sweet, sir, il
would done your heart good to a seen it.
The man paused again, overcome by the
recollection of the scene The muscles round
his firm lips quiyored, and over his great
bronzcd face there swept an expression Of al
almost womanly tenderness
Did he die then ?" The question wa
softly asked, and the dark eyes of the lady
were fun Of tears.
"Oh, my dear miss--yes, yes, he died then
lie grew worry bright and lively, though, and
we'd all set our hearts on his getting we'll
when there was another change and the color
left his hcc-and his little hands had no
strength in EN-. The minister came again,
and he stopped down. says he,---'My dear
child, are you afraid to 60
And what do you think, sir-what do
you think, missile said Oh how it went
through me
"'GoaU show me the l0dy r.
And he showed the way, sir, never sec
anything like that dying, sir never. He held
my hand, he said, Keene, you love God, too.
He gave a gasp and then a smile, and then
there came a bright glory light over his white
face that made it shine all oyer-Oh, sir, l.
I-can't tell it,"
The man held his head down and sobbed
like a child, and his were not the only tears.
The next morning was the Sabbath. A near
bell was heard plain white meeting house
stood in sight. The stranger and his daugh-
ter met the miner who, pointing to the heay-
onward spire, exclaimed, as a smile broke
over his face
"Y1u see sir, God shows us all the way -
family Treasury.
A SENSATION STORY SPOILED.