The weekly Butte record., 1862-11-15
Principle and Interest.

upOD tAc oIOad green yidulSs uI Tue COIAAc4u
By the wayside; the grass that bent over the
footpath was heavy with evening moisture,
aud the solitary old pine tree at the curve of
the road upheld its black fringed arms against
a sunset sky, where the ruddy crimson had
long since faded into crimson gray. Birds
were warbling their last vespers, under the
shadow of softly moving leaves blossoms were
closing their fragrant cups along the course of
thousand dulcet-voiced streams sleepy little
ones were gathered safely around every hearth
stone yet these two wanderers clung together
/ homeless aud alone, in the falling shadows of
the night.
Cheer up, my child, We have not very far
to go. Come closer-let me brush the dew
from your curls. Now take my hand"
But the child hung back, sobbiug with wea-
riness and exhaustion, and the pale young
mother bending over her in vain attempt to
to soothe the hysterical excitement, did not
hear the rumbling of advancing wheels until
they paused close to her, and a rough voice
exclaimed
"What ails that little gal? Amt sick, is
she ?"
Mary Ellsworth had never seen farmer
Reynesford before, yet the moment her eyes
rested on his wrinkled, sun burned face, with
shaggy brows overshadowing kind eyes, she
felt that be was friend, and made answer
promptly:
Not sick, sir, but very tired. We have
walked long way to-day"
Got much further to go" asked the farm
er, tickling his horses ear with the end of bis
whip.
"To Breckton."
Mr.. Ranesford gave a low whistle.
That's four miles of, and the little gal is
pretty nigh used up already
u know it, said the woman, with sigh,
1" but have no money to hire a lodging near
er. In Breckton hope to obtain work in the
factory"
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of his
wagon such thump with the whip-handle
that old Bony dropped the mouthlal of clover
he was nipping by the roadside, and pricked
up his ears in astonishment
won't hear to no such p said he ener-
getically. why, that child can't 60 twenty
rods further. Here, get in long with NE.
You won't be none the worse for bit of sup
per and good nights rest. I know Han
nahll scold p he uttered, as be lifted the little
girl to his side, and extended his hand to the
mother; but l can't see folks perishing by
the waysde and never help EN-. l don't care
if she schds the roof of the house off"
He drove rapidly along. making occasional
interjectional remarks to his horse, while Mrs.
Ellsworth drew her thin shawl around the little
golden head that already dropped drowsily
upon her shoulder, and thought with a deep
sensation of gratitude upon the shelter Heaven
had provided in her sorest strait.
1t was an oddly shaped old farm house, gray
with the storms of nearly half century, with
a broad door-stone, overhuDg by giant lilac
bushes, and kitchen where, even in the
bloomy month of June. a great fire roared up
the great throated chimney, and shining row
Of tins winked and glittered at every upward
leap to the flames. Such a neat kitchen as it
was The floor boards as white as snow, the
windows as clear as diamonds, the hearth
trinity brushed up, and the table spread for
supper in the middle of the room. Mrs ELS
worth's heart involuntarily warmed at the ge-
NAL sight
Mr.. Raynesford jumped out of the wagon,
threw the reins over post, and went in to
conciliate his domestic despot.
Look here, Hannah said he to tall
angular-looking female who emerged from a
pantry near by, at the sound of his footsteps,
her face nearly as sour as the saucer of pickles
she was carrying, Just set couple more
plates on the table, will you? I've brought
home woman and little gal that found a
piece below here, cen almost tired to death
They was calculatin TO walk to Breckton but
l thought it wouldn't hurt us to keep EN- over
night.'
I'm astonished at you-Job Raynesford,"
said his better half, in tone of indignant re
monstrance. 1--WE might just as well hang
out tavern sign at once, and done with it
you're always bringing home some poor mise
rabe creeter or other, and"
There, there Hannah" interrupted Mr.
Rayuesford, " I'm arways willin' TO hear to you
when you're any ways reasonable, but it goes
clear agin my grain to see poor folks suffern
and never stretch out helpin' hand Taiut
Scripter nor 'taint human natur."
Well, 90 your own gaint, Job Raynerford,
responded his wife, tartly only mark my
words, if you don't end your days in the poor
house twont be through any fault of your n p
She shut the pantry door with bang that
made all the jelly-cups and milk, pans rattle,
while Job, with an odd grimace, went to help