The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-07-24

1aS CDe ScnOOl ma, am turned tai.
loress 7" said the Deacon when he
came in to dinner What wages do
you make 2"
Oh good ones | tell you. Amt
| q good hand at patching ?" And
she held up the neatly mended jacket.
And before she could speak further,
Mrs. Gray told the Deacon whose it
was, and how it looked when she
brought it in.
! You must have some hopes of the
boy, Miss Merton or you would not
take so much pains with him.
/" have great hopes of him, Deacon
Gray" And she detailed the expe-
rience of the past week.
"Ah but one swallow don't make
summer.
:" / know it, but then one swallow
is harbinger of summer. It gives
US hope Of seed-time and harvest 1t
tells us there is warm weather some
where, Deacon / have studied the
boy this week, and am satisfied that
he only needs kind treatment and en-
couragement to place him far above
the average of men. Oh if you
would only let him come here now
will answer for his good conduct"
The Deacon hesitated, but Miss
Merton plead and eloquently too, for
she felt that souls salvation lay in
the answer she received to her petit
ton.
YOU'D make good preacher,
Miss Merton'"- he drew his hand
over his eyes. It's hard resisting
you. In fact. I guess I'll have to
yield. If mothers willing, he may
come tonight"
You'll never repent this good
deed, Deacon, never, never. The
boy must be good in such home as
this-so neat, quiet and well arranged.
I'll answer for him."
Where are those pants / laid off
last week, wife-those gray ones
They are pretty good yet--only about
the seat, and are out at the knees.
guess, between you, you could get
the boy decent pair out of them"
"0h yes indeed father; I could
cut them over and change the fronts
to tie back. Yes indeed Til get
them as soon as I do the dinner work. .
Just at evening, Willie came for
his jacket, and words cannot express
his joy at learning he was hencefolth
to live under the same roof With his
idolized teacher.
/ " On TIL be SO good" he said.
"Do tell me what / can do for you,
Mrs Gray And without waiting
for all answer, he ran out to the shed,
and brought in the nights wood, and
split the kindlings, and drew the wa
ter, and filed the kettle, fed the pigs,
and brought in the eggs.
Can you milk, Willie /? The Dea-
con generally does, but he's late to-
night, and will be tired when he comes
inn
:" Oh yes ma'am, / guess I can. "
And he soon brought the swimming
pals into the dairy.
"The snow white biscuit, the
quivering custard pie, the mellow CT
cep apple sauce, the golden butter,
and the fragrant tea, were just placed
on the neatly laid table. when the
Deacon's step was heard.
Waiting 2" said he. "Well sit
down; Unjust do my chores first"
They're all DONE" said Willie re-
specially. Il did Them
(" All! you did them did You !?
Well, then, we'll have tea"
Mrs Gray had placed an extra plate
by the side of the school ma'am, and
now motioned Willie to take his seat
there.
II can wait /; I always do,n said he
haL ging back.
Nobody waits at my table when
there's room," said the Deacon. Sit
down, and remember that's your place
hereafter"
It seemed to Willie that he had
suddenly stepped into another world
every body so kind, everything so
free.
y
Sunday morning came. Willie was
up before sunrise, doing the necessary
chores; and then Mrs Gray hung up
an old blanket in enc. corner Of tha
woodshed, and gave him pan Of vain
water, some soap, sponge and towel
and told him to strip himself thor
oughly. And then, just when the
boy was holding bis dirty ragged shirt
in one hand, and hesitating to put it
on, a sweet voice said kindly, you
will find your clothes Just outside the
blanket, Willie," and then ran away
He peeped out. Sure enough.
there was bran new shirt, the gift
of Miss Merton, which she had made