The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1863-04-01
THE PARTY AND THE GUEST.

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s'.Papa," and the soft blue eyes were
rsised, full Of eagerness and expectation,
AID the golden lsshes dropped again as the
little questioner saw that, engrossed with
his paper, papa had not even heard her.
Presently. however. pausing to unfold il.
his eve fell on the little one, and his face
litup with a bright smile.
All, little puss. ho@ came YOU here? :"
he said pleasantly.
Il did not know you were reading. pa
pa, or would not have come. Andplease,
pspa, Iiwish you would not call me .little
sass." ! shall be seven years old next
week." and the sunny eurls were tossed
back, and the miniature woman drew her
aIf up with the dignity Of an offended
qs.en.
Excuse me. Miss Carrie. l had really
forgo,tsn you were 80 old. Pray To what
am I indebted for the great honor Of your
ladyship's unexpected visitf"
Now, papa. you are laughing at me,
know. But next week is nv birrh-day,
aud mamma said. il you were willing.
might have party. and invite all The lit
tle BOYS and girls, and after supper We
m,ght have play IN the psrlor. il We would
be',sry careful not TO break or hurt any
thing. Oh, il will be so nice" and the
blue eyes grew brighter At the thought.
md host Of little dimples came dancing
around ths. red lips IL the little petitioner.
Very sweet and winning she looked. a.
she stood waiting with childish impotence
ior reply. and 30 thought her father; SO
he kissed her fondly, and said, Well.
Carrie. you may have the party, and nov
whom DOES my liule girl propose 10 honor
with an invitation %
"0h, there's Alice Reed, and Susie Day,
and Hattie Sumter aud Charlie, and vii.
lie'harw oud, aud - oh, there's trer 50
t.zny ol.ihem."
And Ella May-you have moi mention.
ed her, Carrie
why. you wouldn't have me ask her,
would YOU. papai"
Why not: Isn't she . good little girl
She i lane. 10 be snte, aud cannot run
and play like my little Carrie, bui~e should
pity her for her misloriuDe."
Well, papa, don't know but lie |,
good enough. bat you know her mother h.'
- lake in sewing, and Anna Carver sas,
they 1--we 10 dreadful old, tumble .dean
hsuse. Are you angry with me. papa 2
No. Carrie, ] am not angry. but ] an
Eriey.d TO see you manifest such an m.
lively spirit. Cone here, and will tel
N"d story of boy wham ] used TO know
twenty hive years ago. a poor boy wsi
wandering through the streets Of this yer,
city. in search af work. lie had Just bu.
risd his mcther-his father died before h,
could remember him. aud lie had come iron
me country 70 this great city. where h,
knew not single person alone-becaus,
some one had told him that here he ~uuI,
be sure 20 find plenty of work. But h,
onr would employ him, Tor The, said TIA
hr wa a stranger, and some ii those i
whom he applied. hinted that hr might 10
be honest.
The poor boy was nearly craaed vii
the diH, snd hurry, and hustle, 80 new i
him. aud night was coming IN. and h
ksew not where 20. Hungry. tired. an,
hopeless, he sat down al one IL the street
corners. and layiag down beside him III
little bundle that contained every thin
That he had IN the world, he burst int
tears. Presently he heard footsteps be
sds him. bu, he did not look up until
pisssant Voice said kindly. What il IL
mai,er with ,ou, nv little man z Th
bind voice md lace oi the stranger W.
Nc conidenc, of The boy, and he iold hi,
hs story. Tears. bright sparkling team
stood ~ the Strangers eyes when he finish
81 his simple, st"ry. 'Cnme hnmr vii
mr lo.night, he said tomorrow We wi
see what csn be done Cor YOU
He went. The next day The kin
stranger gave him employment in his stor,
as an srrane boy. More than that, he pay
MIN home beneath his own roof, and sol
rounded him with comforts and lux1rie
which he had never before known.