The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1861-07-10
A HERo.s GRAVE.

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you were looking at my Japonies 50 10.
tsntly that ! did not know but you WIRE
counting its leaves"
al did not know thar looked al it'll was
not thinking OF IT,"
What were you thinking Of. il the gues.
ton is lair one
.The last article in this book tells Of .
visit to Napolcon's tomb. was tbinking
how should like to see hero's grave. III
! could only see Casar's grave. or Alexan.
der's, or Peter the Greats, or weilington's,
or Washington's. Uncler'
20, il you are anxious 10 see a hero's
grave, will take you to one this afternoon"
A real hero's, Uncle, As great A. those
have mentioned r.
"Ay, every whit"
Surely, you must be jesting Z"
never was more in earnest"
Is II revolutionary soidiersi ?"
"A soldiers most certainly"
Perhaps il is an Indian chiefs like Phil
ip, or Seneca, or Red Jackets"
Mr. Wilton smiled mysteriousiy.
Do tell me whose il is"
You shall know when you cone 10 IT,"
said Mr.. William. leaving the room.
Paul Verney was visiting his Uncle Will
ton, who was pastor OF hoar shiBg church
IN pretty village.
About three o'clock Paul with an expect
ant face. entered the village graveyard.
His uncle passed the great monument tina,
the boy supposed must mark the hero's rest
ing place. and approached the part designa.
ted " the potter's feld.' Here he paused
by grave oyergrown with rank grass and
unslghtIy weeds. with no stone TO mark
it-there was no grave amung the hundreds
near more desolate and neglected.
"Why uncle, this cannot be a hero's grave"
:" may be mistaken, though think not.
Ask the sexton who sleeps here"
Paul put the question as directed. The
sexton. who was digging a grave, lifted Up
his head and wiped the moisture from his
brow with the back of his hand as he replied,
" Carl Hertz"
There, Uncle, knew some one had told
you wrong. Twas sure this could not be
here's grave. Who ever heard OF hero
Carl Hertz" cried Paul, with disappointed
look.
81 am sorry you feel disappointed. nv
boy; suppose tell you the story Of this
Carl Hertz. Ask the sexton who he was"
Paul looked more cheerful as he asked as
desired, and when the sexton had replied.
A sick pauper, young MASTER" he seated
himself on the grass beside his uncle. close
By the grave.
"Carl flertz's father died poor. and more.
over deeply in debt, and the prople fOunt
great fault with the way in which these debts
were contracted, and reProached hl. memo.
~. After his fathers death Carl was adop.
ted by rich uncle Who designed 10 make
him his heir. This uncle died when Carl
was eighteen, and scheming aunt secured
the property for her son. while Carl was
turned adrift without fsrthing 10 support
him, and moreover his uncle had only given
him very common education. Carl found
work as day lsDorer.
Year alter year, early and late, Carl
toiled--eating the plainest food, wearing the
coarsest clothes, and sleeping in popr little
hot that, though clean, wa. destitute Of every
comfort. Nearly every body said Carl was mi.
ser--his wages we're good, but he never spent
them. Some few there we're who shook their
heads when Carl was called niser, saying
that he came regularly 10 the church, always
dropped his mite into the contribution box,
and often, when bis daily tolls were ended,
sat BY some sick mans bed reading the word
Of God, or carried to some Starving family
loaf u bread or a bowl Of broth. Carl was
q mystery-ten, twenty, thirty years passed,
and hen what news did we hears Through
al those years ~ unremitting toll, 81 scora
and calumny neekly borne, Of lowliuess and
priyation, Carl bad been paying his laiher's
debts, and nov the heirs Of the creditors de.
clared that they had reseived their own with
usary. Now the tide Of public opinion set
strongly IN favor # Carl Hertz. Men who
had once passed him with ayeried eyes nov
shook bis labpr-hardened hand, women met
him with smile. and children, sharing in /
the universal feeling. erred, God bless yoa,'
for the story Of his iiliaI love and his honest |
heart had gone abroad. Carl was hftt. JSa |
ed aud worn with cares. but nov be mEnt
rest. HIS failing strength could not CON.
mand as high wages as before, butye enough |
Tor bis simple wants.
Bot nav new theme Of wonder arose. |
The scheming aunt, now IN the course ofi
years. became babbling IDIOT, was turned |
BY her cruel son from The home she had
obtained for hin. IN the depth |
Of winter the poor creature was sent out
aione. Then CarI-the wrongeJ, ivrgiying
Cad--iook her home; lor her sake lie hired 1
rooms more comfortable than he had desired
Tor himself--he hired little girl 70 work TOR
her part 81 the time, and like 4 son re hu.
mored the poor old creatures whims, and
.ooihed her in her moments Of anger. With D
the caprice u insanity the woman elung 70
CARLISLE followed hin 10 his work, sat near
him while he TITLED, cslled him her son,
her asn boy and SEEMED to think him ".
deed the sou whose childhood she had nsrseJ
For ten long years she li,ed--mare weak.
more ~himsIcsl and ersetiag % esrh rolled
away, and every year drswing on Carts
sleHds' sreheqger. Ne hsd no time 70 lay