The weekly Butte record., 1863-10-24

varlably last, round the yard and IN the
office.
:'Ah, my man, / am glad you have
come; l didn't know but you would
forget the number or something of that
sort. What is your name p
"Giles Davis
In moment it stood on the daybook
and in the ledger, in the great round
letters for which Hamilton had been
praised when a schoolboy.
"Now 90 with me-"
At this juncture Porter came in, the
formal ''head of the hands," and to his
less tender mercies the new conner was
given over. After the two had gone in
the yard, Giles set his task assigned
him, and Porter had returned to the
office, Mr.. Brent said to him:
"Do not allow Davis to work too hard;
| guess the poor fellow has seen hard
times"
81 shouldn't WONDER" was the reply,
"but he works as though he meant to do
his duty"
II hope he will; | like a man thor
oughly in earnest in whatever he under
takes, and there is an expression in Da-
vis' eye that | like. l believe | can
rely on man who owns such a pair of
eyes as he does" and at hint to busy
himself, brent turned to his books.
During the day his mind did not re-
vert to the charity hand' as the fore
man called Davis, but when he went to
look about the yard, he found him hard
at work piling some timber, which he
had promised to have measured and de-
livered early next morning.
Chow is this :" said the careful mer
chant to himself "should he be wait
ing to steal or burn, must see the last
of him before | leave" and so he came
up to his new hand; with distrust in the
heart where confidence had reigned in
the morning. Thus quickly do the hour
and the impulse make sad havoc some
times of our natures highest and holiest
qualities.
why have you not quit, Davis >
The other men have gone home long
time"
"Mr. Porter wished me to pile this
timber, and | staid to do it, sir.''
Il believe hired you to work from
seven until six, didn't II"
Eyes, sir.'
"Then you have no business here af-
ter that hour, unless bid you. Porter
has no right to impose upon you more
than ten hours labor
''He offered me a shilling for doing
this job, and-and- the mans voice
grew very hoarse, ''times have been
very hard with me-sickness and no
work have kept me pretty low, and am
glad to earn an honest penny whenever
| can, sir.'
''That's all right; but l want to shut
up myself, and | can't wait until YOU
get through. You must go home now."
But then" and the man stopped.
His voice could not trust itself in words.
But then what - said Brent, begin
ming to grow cold and impatient.
81 was going to say, sir, that should
have nothing to eat until tomorrow |
was to go Porter's house on my way
home, and get shilling, and | would
not 90 and ask for it before my work
was DONE
10 you do this Tor money to buy
something to eat -
"That is all, sir.''
Here is your days earnings" hand
ing him as he spoke dollar. "Let the
lumber go. l will see to that in the
morning"
"All this for me! lam working, sir,
not begging )" there was flash of in
dignity in his eyes that Brent
liked to see.
81 hired you,'' was the cool business
answer, ''to pay YOU as | do other men
whom l have to work. l would give
YOU more if | could afford it. | would
certainly be heather to give a man
who has a family to support in a city