Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-07-25

schoolmates. Accordingly at the end
of the term she left Bridgeville, and re-
moved to New York. Although Lizzie
had been a member of the school but
one term she had gained the medal, and
it was worn from the Academy beneath
the despised garment. Weeks, months
and years glided away to the students
of the Bridgeville Academy, and the
little "calico cloak was forgotten
Those who were at school with her had
left to enter upon the business of life.
Twelve years after Mrs. Lee left town
Mr.. Maynard, young clergyman
came in to Bridgeville, and vas settled
as pastor of the village church. It was
reported at the sewing circle the week
| Following his ordination, that It was ez.
| peeted he would bring his bride into
town in few weeks. There was great
curiosity to see her, and especially after
it was reported she was talented young
authoress Soon after, Mr.. Maynard
gratifed their curiosity by walking into
church with the young wife leaning
upon his arm. She was lady of great
intellectual beauty, and everybody was
deeply interested in the young minister
and his wife. The following week the
young ladies hocked to see her, and she
promised to meet them at the next
gathering of the sewing circle.
The day arrived, and although it was
quite stormy, Mrs. Deacon Browns par
lor was filed with smiling faces. The
Deacons carriage was sent to the par
sonage after Mrs. Maynard, and in due
time it arri7ed, bringing the lady with
it. The shaking OF hands that followed
her arrival can only be iIHagitisd BY
those who have been present upen such
occasions.
"How are you pleased with our vii.
lage?" asked Mrs. Britton, after the
opening exercises were over, as she
took a seat beside Mrs. Maynard.
Il like its appearance much; it has
improved wonderfully within the last
twelve years.
'Were you ever il Bridgeville be.
fore?' asked another lady, as those
around looked somewhat surprised.
! Il was here few months when q
child, " replied Mrs. Maynard.
Their curiosity was excited.
Have you friends here?'' asked Q
third, after moments silence.
"I have not. I resided with my
mother, the widow Lee We lived ia a
little cottage which stood upon the sp 81
now occupied by a large store ON the
corner of Pine street.
1.-The widow Lee?" repeated Mrs
Britton; II we'll remember the cottage
but | do rot recolleet the name. :"
Il think l attended school with you
at the Academy" replied Mrs, Maynard
you were Miss Mary LaEk, were you
tnot9' @
"That was my name" replied the
lady; as smile passed over her features
at being recognized; but l am quite
really ashamed that my memory has
! proved so recreant.
Il was known in the Academy as the
little Calico Cloak Perhaps you car
remember me b. that name.
The smile faded from the face of Mrs
Britton, and deep blush overspread
her features, which in a few moments
were seen deepening upon the faces oi
Others present. There was silence for
some minutes. When Mrs. May nard
looked UP she found she had caused
considerable disturbance among the la
dies Of her own age by making hersel!
! known.
"Uh! [ remember very well when the
little Calico Cloak went to the Acad-
emy,' said an cid lady, as she looked
over her glasses, ''and | think, if my
memory serves me right, some of the
ladies present owe Mrs. Maynard al
apology"
II had no intention whatever, ladies,
replied Mrs. Maynard. 'sto reprove any
one present by making myself known
but as it may seem to some that such
was my intention, I viii add a few
words Most of the young ladies viii
remember the little Calico Cloak but
no one but the wearer knew how deeply
each unkind word pierced the little
heart that beat beneath it. And as I
again hear the old Academy bell ring
it brings back to my mind the sorrows
fof childhood. But let no lady mistake
me, by supposing l cherish an unkind
feeling toward any one. [ know that
Whatever the past may have been, you
are now my friends. But ladies, let me
add, if you have children, learn them a
lesson from my experience, and treat
kindly the poor and despised. A cal,
leo cloak may cover a heart as warm
with affection, and as sensitive with sor
row, as one that beats beneath velvet
towering. Wherever you meet child
who shows a disposition to despise the
poor, tell the story Of the Calico Cloak;
it will carry its own moral with it.
'That is the shortest but the best
sermon [ ever heard, said the old lady
again, as she put her handkerchief un-
der he glasses, ''and I don't believe il
will be- lost by any Of us.
The old lady was right. The story
went from one to another until it found
its way into the academy. At thai
very time a little boy was attending
school there, whose mother was strug
Cling with her needle to give him al
education. The boys often made spor
of his patched knees and elbows and he
would run home to his mother But
when the "Calico Cloak" reached til,
scholars, the little boy, for he was nat
uraHy noble hearted child, became
very kind to "I'ittle Patchey."
When Mrs. Maynard heard the story
Of "Little Patchey,'' she felt that SHE
was we'll repaid for all she had suffered
III her childhood.
EGy Fond parent, to his son: Yes
New I ork is the place to get on IN