The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1864-09-23
BEL. AIR. MD. FRIDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 3d. 1864
always summer, like the tropics geography

always summer, like the tropics geograph.
tells about.
"Poor jed" said George to himself, a
he ran home, "poor fellow" ...
"Mother," he cried, as he bounded int
the room with glowing cheeks, 81 want tc
make up bundle of my clothes for Jec
Little, quick, mother, quick"
at is dinner time" said his aunt.
"Dinner," cried the eager boy, "wha,
do l care about dinner, when poor Jed
Little is freezing ?"
But his mother quoted bis impetuosity
until after dinner, when she went up stairs
with him, and gave him leave to select a
full and complete suit for the poor boy.
George shoudered the bundle, and took
in his hand a tin pail full of dinner for
the destitute family.
"You are good boy,' said his aunt.
Good l am not good I've not got
a spark of goodness in me-" cried he.
"My child, how you speak to your
aunt" said his mother, gently laying her
hand on his head
81 know it, mother" he answered in a
gentle tone, ooh, l know it, and it is
rough in me. Aunt, will you forgive me
for speaking SOL"
&C.," said his aunt and mother, both
smiling. ....
81 have had good visit" said George,
on his return, bringing home serious,
thoughtful, and ,softened look with him
"Jed could not speak-be only looked and
looked his mother did the thanking. l
did not want thanks; only it seemed to
do her good. Jed grabbed my hand when
| come off, and squeezed it so. Some
time or other said he-and that was all
he could say
Twenty years or more passed away, and
poor miner was taken from one of the
Sacramento boats and landed at San Fran
cisco. Poor, friendless and sick, he was
scarcely able to walk; and sank down on
box of goods under a she'd In the hur-
ry, nobody noticed him, or, noticing him,
thought it worth while to inquire into his
misfortunes. At last, when the hustle be-
gan to lull, a couple of men came along.
There's that poor fellow they said, che
is never likely to see his home again.
"Who is IT'D" asked third.
"Don't know his name," answered one.
"Maxwell, Think said the other
"Maxwell, down easter.'
The name arrested the attention of
stranger, who stood On the wharf looking
over an invoice of goods. maxwell !" he
looked up and said. "Maxwell D.. whcre?'
They pointed to the sick man, who SEEM
ed to have fallen asleep. He went toward
him. ga good deal older than any Max
well l ever knew" he said. "Maxwell,"
he repeated, half aloud. All the name
seemed to food him with memories which
took him far, far back to his boyhood
again. "Maxwell," he said again, and
be was drawn to the poor miner. "Your
name is MAXWELL he said, seeing him
awake.
That is my name-George MAXWELL"
answered the man, "wrecked on forlorn
coast"
"George MAXWELL exclaimed the
stranger, grasping the miners thin hand
in his right honest, healthy grip; "God
bless you And who am | but Jed Lit.
tie, able to carry dozen of you on my
back. Come, come my home is your
home. 1t is all summer with me now,
and you shall share my summer with me,
George Maxwell"
Who can describe the meeting, or the
wonderful faithfulness of Gods provi.
dence, whereby bundle of old clothes
planted twenty or twenty-five years be-
fore, yielded an abundant harvest-friend-
ship, food, hope, shelter, medicine, and
prospect of better business than mining
could ever do, for one so delicately
brought up as George Maxwellhad been.