Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1861-03-28
WhilQren's s @epart1We1lt.
The Little White Angel.

, the door Of the village school house on
lovely summer evening.
They were all talking pleasantly together
from Kline, the son of the rich and prou'
Hofmeister, to little blue-eyed Carl, the on
f ly child of the poor baker.
1t is very true that Kline wore velve
jacket, richly embroidered, while Carl
coat was old, and his wooden shoes wer
rough enough in all conscience. But wha
of that? If they were good friends, wha
difference did that make, | should like tt
know? Wait till children become growl
people for PHYS sake, before you expec
them to measure each others worth by wha
they possess or wear.
"The new school-master, Meinheer Fried
erich, comes tomorrow" said Otto 81 an
so glad. I was weary of that old Maste
Hoffman, with his crooked problems ane
hard lessons"
$50 was I, truly" cried Kline, who al
though good, merry boy, hated his book
as be did medicine
"Ah! thou didst always like play bette
than thy work, my Kline" said Max, Sane
so do I. Meinheer Friederlch will be wise
if he keeps me and thee apart during schoo
hours. But come-see which can get home
frst-one, two, three" and away they al
scampered, laughing and shouting as only
school boys can.
The following day the boys were stand
ing around the school. house, when the doo1
opened, and Master Friedrich himself ap
peared and cried in cherry, hearty voice
"Welcome, my children ~
"Welcome, master" cried they.
And now they entered and took thei'
seats, and were quite still while the gooo
master read short chapter in the Book Of
Books. and then reverently kueeling, prayed
that the dear Saviour would guide him in
his teachings, and bless them, and send His
holy spirit to watch over them all.
School began; the thumb.worn books
were brought out; the lazy boys began te
sigh and frown, and wish impatiently fol
the recess, and wonder why Latin diction
aries were ever invented; when, as if by
magic, they found themselves listening to
the pleasant voice of Master Friedrich,
and actually understanding their lessons
so clear and simple were his explanations
and the time for recess came, to their as
constituent, long before they had expected.
When the studies were over, the master
drew from his desk box, and whilst the
children gathered around, he opened it, and
drew out charming little white and pink
sea shells, pretty pictures, and many other
beautiful things, which he gave to the chill,
dren with loving words.
But the most lovely thing of all was a
little porcelain statuette Of an angel. She
stood-so fair, so pure-with her small
white hands folded over her breast, and
her eyes uplihed-that the children gazed
enchanted.
90, the dear angel, the beautiful augel!'
cried they ALL "Wilt thou give it to me,
Mr.. Friedrich ?"
But the good master smiled and said
"The little angel is too lovely to be given
to any one without receiving an equiva-
lent"
"What shall we give you for it ?" cried
the boys.
"Well," said Master Friedrich, che
who brings to me tomorrow the brightest
thing on earth shall have the angel"
On the next day, as might be supposed,
o motley collection of articles were pro-
duced.
Some had polished up a shilling till it
shone like a little crown; one brought a
watch crystal which his father had given
him, and which he considered wonder Of
transparent brightness; and Kline, the rich
Hofuester's sou, had a paste buckle, made
to initiate diamonds, than which, in his
opinion, nothing could be brighter
All these things we're placed on the mas
ter's desk, side by side. The shilling shone
away farnously, the pebbles and watch crys-
tai did their best, but Kliue's buckle was
tie bravest of all.
"Ah, mines the brightest!' p shouted
Kline, clappiug his hands.
"But where is little Carl ?" said Master
Friedrich, che ran off just now"
All eyes we're turned to the door, when
presently in rushed Carl, breathless. In
his hands, held up lovingly against his
neck, was poor little snow-white dove
Some crimson drops upon the downy breast
showed that it was wounded
go, MASTER" cried Carl, 81 was looking
for something bright, when came upon
the poor little white dove. Some cruei
boys were tormenting it, and | caught it
quickly aud ran here Oh, | fear it will
die"
Even as he spoke, the doves soft eyes
grew filmy, it nestled closer in CARTS neck,
then gave faint cry, dropped its little head
and died.
Carl sank on his knees beside the mas
ters desk, and from his eyes there fell up
on the white doves poor broken wing two
tears, large and bright.
The master took the dead dove from his
hands, and laid it tenderly down on the desk
with the bright things; then raising Carl,
he softly said: "My children, there is no
brighter thing on earth than tender, pity
ing tear."
The boys were silent for moment, for
they felt that the master had decided that
Carl had rightly won the angel then Kline
cried out.
"My master, thou didst not fairly explain
to US. Ipray thee give us another trial. "
ayes, dear MASTER" said Max, "give us