The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1862-02-19

distant glare of candle before him. and came up with
street dealer in roasted chestnuts which he supplied
hot to circle OF little boys from stove before him
var va ar" he shouted in accent not to be des-
cribsd on paper. Cam on yereb Chez-nu-t-t-s Warm
var ans an eat var suppar, and all for ap'ny'
'Isay, my man. said Dgby come this way; I'll buy
your chestnuts-all the ot-ook sharp!'
Ohmy eye! said all the little boys, struck with wonder
at the magnifcence of the stranger.
The chestnut man was soon induced to stop his ha-
rangue and follow Digby with his stove, which they
conveyed into the house with the marked doorup stairs
into the garrett and placed beside the rug which the
wretched family were still lying.
AS the genial warmth of the fire became felt by
one heads were raised from the mass; one by be-
numbed limbs were held out to the blaze; heavy eyelds
were slowly opened and cammy, boodIess faces shone
once more with the glow Of returning life.
As the heap resolved itself into distinct FORMS Digby
found that consisted of five persons the man. the girl
he had first seen young children and their mother
The condition Of the last seemed worse than that of any
OF the others she alone lay with closed eyes, and made
no attempt to move.
The man got his feetand stood beside Digby, who
handed him cup of tea.
Drink that first said he, 'theressome bread coming
directly g
The man took the cup knelt beside his wife, and rails
ing her head, poured the by little and little into her
mouth. Then he gave drink to the 1ehildren and
passed the cup to bis sister. ST.
Digby looked on, and smile of infinite satisfaction
dppedIeu Oh HIS dCe after all, ne tnOugnt the neaft
OF man beats under that dirty skin. Not tall the woes
and wrongs of poor humanity can quite beat out the
spirit OF Him who made it
You don't drink Yourself my friend said he Never
mind, there's pentymore And he filled the cup gain
The chcsthutman now returned with loaf and Digby
soaked the bread IN the tea and fed his patients by de-
grees.
Within hour afterwards the family had eaten their
fill and the women and children had fallen asleep in
decent bedroom in neighboring house, whittier they
had been conveyed.
The stove still remained in the garret, and the hus-
bands Gated beside it, tod the story OF his msfortunes
while Digby stood with bended head listening him.
This the story. His name was William Rogers
and he belonged to Satordshre where he had worked
in iron work good wages. Lately things had been
very bad here furnaces had been blown out and many
men thrown out of work. he among the numbers There
bread riots and the military had been called out
and there had been bad work among them. Seeing
things getting worse and he had tried to earn
penny by banking; but had his pack taken from him
because he had license, and was near being put in
prison for it. only the magsratesaw he knew better
What made you come to this country asked Digby
i wanted to reach Leeds for the sake of Ann. Its
a bad story, sir
Let me hear it,
That's where the villain lived who wrongcd her!' he
cried, with sudden passion She was as neat wcnch
as any in the place. Ann, before she saw him He
was down on visit to lis nnce where she lived in ser
vice, and he ruined her sir
The voice Of the rough man trenlbied-Dieby raised
his head with sudden interest, he repeated:
On visit to his uncle you say; what was the mans
name?
Digby-Er:est Digby.'
Good Godr
DO you know him.? cried the man. Then YOU know
the blackest scoundrel-
'silenee.' said Digby soemuly. This man is dead
what do care
And he my BROTHER
The man stared at him in speechless amazement.
Dgby bowed his head.
Poor GeorgeI he murmured; | know now the crime
he dared not tell, which lay SO heavy on his head
Dead repeated Rogers. We'll, that ends all ac-
counts between US. | meant to have made him right
my poor Ann and save her from something worse, but
it's all over now
No. said Digby raising his head, that will be my
business. have the means now, sent, perhaps by
Providence, for this purpose. l had dreamt-
And here his voice sank, while for moment the dream
returned, and the form OF Beatrice fitted across his
brain 1t was but for moment
! will save heri he exclaimed with energy and YOU
too my You will go across the sea TO Australia
and work your way again amongst honest men There's
room enough there. What do you saw
1t can't be true, the man said, bewildered at what
he heard.
Yes, III do this for you in Georges name You will
have fair start again and be able protect her from
harm You will get well if you be honest and trust
in Cod
Rogers began to pour out lis thanks
1t was, Digby SAID debt he was about to pay, and
placing some money in Rogers band and promising to
see him further on another day, he wished him good
night and took his way homewards.
His heart was very heavy, not merely from sorrow
FOR his brother but also or let us own that he was not
perfect character from the heavy sacrifice he was
called upon to make Brt he did not swe re from what
le deemed his daty and when John Digby spent his
elo0 in buying for the poor family Australia
though many worthy persons might probably condemn
such generosity romautic-it also probable that the
lngels she'd their smiles upon the deed,
Another fortnight and William Rogers and his family
we're on board the Enterprise, 500 tons which was
eaving the 1ondOu docks bound for Sydney John
)gby stood upon the quay and watched the ship as she
lowly maneuyred her way through the pool
"A hard struggle on both sides he said as he turned
way. Never mind it's well over, and | must take
ome more money for Beatrice
Nearly thirty years have passed since the departure of
Rogers and his family and the scene we have to describe
the interior of cottage in Holmes, village not far
rom Bemstead. 1t is Christmas eve-the oath of De-
ember 1865. party OF three persons are sitting in
little ROOM neatly, but scautily furnished There is /
boy of aboat sixteen who is busy with his books at
able and his parents persons advanced in years. who
re placed on either side of the fireplace. |
The mother though past fifty years of age still pos
esses face of singular sweetness she glances from
to time anxiousy at her boy he turns over the
aired and feeble old man. sits With his face leaning on
is hand, apparently plunged in thought.
Father said the boy, how beautiful this is listenl
What are you writing, Johng asked the mother
'The complaint of Prometheus. Oh it is grand:
stem
%, thou most holy Father, calm and pure,
And ye swift flying zephyrs, soft andcooI,
Y mighty rivers ana ye boundess smiles
OF the boundless ocean-thou fair EARTH T.
The bOuncOus mother of us al-and thou
Resplendent and eternal orb Of day,
On You | call, who witness all the woes
Which |, god from other gods receive
The mother looked at her boy with pride he recied
lese lines enthusiastically and her eyes filed with
ars
Not quite correct, John said the father smiling.
hat line respendent and eternal orb of day will
trdly stand comparing with the Greek, fear Go on
Y boy that is the finest fable of Antiquity, and CON
ins the most perfect porrature of the heroic
TO think, he added in lower tone, and turning to
wife, that such boy that should be doomed to
obscurity like mine for want of little pary money
The wife laid down her knitting and putting her hand
her husbands shoulder, said could we not save him,
ar? Do not fear for me, ift only possible. Johnny
ould not be like other young at colleges he would
prudent n
The old man shook his head No pnchng would t
able to give him sizarship Iti hard, very
rd to say so; but it can't be done 8
donble rap at the door. o
Who ever can that be this time of night? says the