The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1862-03-10
Lending.

ar Cran,pton sat in gown aod slippers
e,sconced in a great padded chair wheeieo
co,,tortab!y in front of the glowing crate
Nor did it at al delra's IRON his Ta''Sia',lo"
) that wbeo BOW AID tien he paused ID reaoi'e
the evening paper. he heald the " io'ef WIN
bloxinc fierce royeis without, and the sung
inc seet driving against the double WINDOWS
muf.ed in the heavy curtains -,
lisa terrible night, he AT last remarked
to his WIFE, as he folded the paper and leaned
hack IN tbe chair. May God have mercy
on the poor after which benevolent eJacuia-
ulation be ieI' as bcnlgnant and warm near,
cd as # be- had lust distributed load OF coal
among shiyering paupers, OF ORDERED a oaFfe'
of -four to some starving family door.
Mr.. Champion was member IN good
standing in famous I,aodicean church. ana
he had hab. of family prayers, when was
net omitted upon thi" evening. Ana as Tue
tempest continued to Increase ne AGAIN re-
membered with cutie glow Of feeling, the
condition of tho poor, and prayed vita much
telvcncy that they might be preserved safousn
the incement season.
He had risen tyom his knees, settled him.
SELF again in the very easy stalr, ana was
talking comfortably with his wife abous BIS
golden prospects Tor the futaTc, when the
door bell gave shivering little tlnkle.
A boy wishes 10 see you, sir, announced
the servant.
Mr.. Champion rose fretfuly How ap'
noyng. What can y boy want at this late
hour 2
AS he appeared IL. the hall, a shadow at
the farther end seemed to become animated
and IL slight figure dreochcd with the storm,
advanced, bowling.
All, Jack, it's you is it !? said Mr.. Cramp'
ton, with irown. We'll, what's the matter
now suppose your father has broken his
leg, and all the children are down with the
scarlet fever {!
Please, sir, said the boy, with aa' effort,
you forget father has gone to the vars
But little Susan is very sick indeed, s3T. We
are afraid she'll die, Mother wouldn't let me
beg tor anything if she snew it, but l. ran
away because the fire haa, II gone out, and
Theye that VIII do said Mr. Crampton,
sternIy. : | don't believsa word OF it. I've
seen you with very bad boys, and | believe
you're little vagrant and want the money
yourself. Can you look 'oc in the face and
tell ne it is al! true Z?
An indignant crimson stained the boys thin
cheeks as he lifted his heayy eyes. Yes,
sir, can, but he added lower, = don't like
to look IN your face
What " cried Mr.. Champion angrily
but the boy moved slowly to the door.
MIR. Champion called after him little
uneasiy. Here, take this. 1t shall never
be said that | sent the poor empty away,
and he dropped sixpencs in the little frozen
palm, that made an involuntary motion to
throw it back and then convu lsvoy claspcd
it again.
We'll, said Mrs. Crampton, as be rc.u,-
did You give the child anything g
On yes said he shortly, sinking back in
his chair.
| am glad you did, said his vile, gently
1t is 3 blessed thing to give. and he that
giveth to the poor lende,h to the Lord
The easy chair suddenly became strangely
uncomfortable, and a painful crimson Infused
MIR. Champions pcthoric cheek. lie thought
OF John Staples, his honest, faithful porter
till nc went to the wars. Wasn't it Just pos
sibe that bis family we're really suffering ,
And ought not he to have inquired, or sent
servant With some nourishing food, and Il
basket OF coal, which he would never have
missed? In vain did he say to himself that
1t was too bad for man TO be disturbed so
late at night after his hard day Of toll, and
besides, hadn't he that very day given dol.
lar to the Bible Society In spite of all
his efforts another verse kept ringing no.
pleasantly in his cars lnasmuch as We did
1t not to the least of these yc did i, not to
Me-.
The next morning. as Mr.. Champion sat in
MS cou"tns.room, busy engaged with col.
umn OF figures, little morsel of frost and
rags stood before him.
Here's your sixpence, sir. we did cot use
it,
Here-s'op, boy what no YOU mean .
sta'nmered Mr.. Champion. 'How's your
sister {!
f Dead gasped the hoy, rushing from the
; door. and MIR. Champion, dropped his head
on Els hand, thought OF an account he had
with the Lord, very different from what h,
intended it should be.
! Blind, cold, selfish Laodicears. who sb.,
anoln your eyes with eye salve tina, ve ma,
see For u little time to US is granted
. glorious privilege and we know it not. Tn,
angels and redeemed saints can no longer sn(