Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1865-12-14


again, there was such a new and kind ea
preston in the eyes, which seemed almost t.
devour his face, that he felt assurance in hi
heart that Mr. Frazier was good man, ant
would be friend to his mother.
"Sit there for little while, said Mr. Fra
zler, and turning to his desk, he, wrote brie
note, in which, without permitting the lad tt
see what he was doing, he enclosed two O
three bank bills.
Take this to your mother" he said, hand
ing the note to the lad.
You'll try and get me place, sir, won
your The little boy lifted to him an ap
pealing look. .s..
yes..-.Yeu shall have a good place..
But stay; You have not told me where you
| live" .,...
"At No. Melon street"
Every we'll" Mr.. Frazier noted the street
and number "And now take that note tc
your mother.
The merchant did not resume his newspa
per after the lad departed He had lost his
interest in its content For time he sal
with his face so that no one saw its express
sion. If spoken to on any matter he an.
swered briefly, and with nothing of his usual
interest in business. The change in him was
so marked that one of his partners asked him
if he was not well, Feel little dul, " he eva
sively answered
Before his usual time Mr.. Frazier left his
store and went home AS he opened the
door of his dwelling, distressed cries and sob
bing of child came with an unpleasant
sound upon his ears. He'went up stairs with
two Or three long strides and entered the nur.
sery from which the cries came
"What is the matter, darling? he said, and
he caught the weeping one in his arms
"What als my little Maggie?'
"Oh, papa papa!' sobbed the child, cling
ing to his neck, and leaning her wet face close
to his
"Jane," said Mr. Frazier, looking at the
nurse and speaking with some sternness of
manner, "why is Maggie crying in this man.
ner?' The girl was not excited, but pale,
"She has been naughty" was the answer.
"No, papa! l amt been naughty" said
the child, Indignantly, II don't want to stay
here all alone, and she pinched and slapped
me so hard Oh, pal" And the child's wall
rang out again, and she clung to his neck
sobbing.
"IIas she ever pinched and slapped you be-
! fore p asked the father.
"She does it most every day" answered
the little girl
"Why haven't you told me?'
| 'She said she'd throw me out of the win
dow if told Oh, dear don't let her do it,
paRaoE
ately.
"Jvst look at my poor leg, papa The
child said this in hushcd whisper, with her
lips close to her fathers ears
| Mr.. Frazier sat down, and barring the child s
leg to the hip, saw that it was covered with
blue and green spots; all above the knee
there were not less than dozen of those dis
tnguished marks He examined the other
leg, and found it in the same condition.
| Mr.. Frazier loved that lid with a deep
tenderness. She was his all to love. Her
mother, between whom and herself there had
never been any sympathy, died two years be-
fore, and since that time his precious darling
the apple of his eyc--had been left to the
tender mercies of hired nurses, over whose
conduct it was impossible for him to have
any right observation. He had often feared
that Maggie was neglectcd--often troubled
himself on her account-but a suspicion Of
cruelty like this never came into his lmagina-
ton as poss ble. ..
Mr.. Frazier was profoundly disturbed; but
even in his passion he was calm.
| "Janc," he said sternly, 81 wish you to
leave the house Immediately"
Mr.. Frazier rang the bell, and to the waiter
who answered it, said:
"See that Jane leaves the house at once.
l have discharged her. Send her trunk wher-
ever she may wish it taken. Here is the
money that is due must see her again.
As the waiter left the room Mr. Frazier
hugged his child tightly to his breast again,
and kissed her with an eagcrness of manner
that was unusual with him. He was fond but
quiet in his caresses Now the sleeping i'm
pulses of strong heart were all awakened
alive.
In small black chamber sat pale, sweet
faced, patent-looking woman, reading let
ter which had just been left her by the post
man.
"Thank Cod" she said as she finished
reading it, and her soft brown eyes were lift
ed upward at looked very dark" she mur-
INJURED, but the morning has broken again. "
A lii ght, quick step-was heard on the stairs
and the door was pushed hastily open.
Charles, dear"
The boy entered with excited countenance.
"I'm going to get a place, mother" lie
cried to her, the moment his feet were inside
the door.
The pale woman smiled, and held out her
hand to her boy He came quickly to her
side
"There is no necessity fer your getting a
place now, Charles. We shall 90 back to
England"
"Oh, mother" The boys face was all
aglow with sunbeams.
"Here is letter Fl ON gentleman in New
York, who says that he is directed by your
uncle Wilton to pay our passage to England
if we will return. God is good, my SON.
Let us be thankful"
Charles now drew from his pocket the note
which Mr.. Frazier had given him, and hand
ed it to his mother.
"What is this? she asked.
"The gentleman who promised to give me
place told me to give it you"
The woman broke the seal. There wre
three bank bills Of ten dollars each, enclosed,
and this brief sentence written on sheet of
paper
"God sent your son to a true friend. Take
courage Let him come to me tomorrow "
"Who gave you this?' she asked, her pale
face growing warm with excitement
"A gentleman. But don't know who he
was. ] went into great many stores to as'
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