Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1865-03-31

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and so kept herself and her children from
starvation.
Mr.. Phillips was somewhat late that
winters morning on bis way to bis ware,
house. As he was crossing the street, a
quick cry of warning from some passer-
by arrested his attention, and looking ny
he saw frightened horse, which bad
broken loose from some carriage, rushing
with terrible speed down the street. A
moment longer and he would have been
on Mr.. Phillips, but with q spring SO sud.
den that bis bat fell from his head. Mr..
Phillips just gained the sidewalk before
the frightened animal swept by.
at was a narrow escape, sir" said a
gentleman who had seen the whole, ard
he grasped the old mans arm, for be was
white with fright and exertion.
"Yes, sir, the narrowest | ever had
One moment more, and | should have
been crushed under the animals hools.
have lost my hat" I"
"Iere it is, sir; itrolled in the gutter,
and picked it up"
The sweet childish voice carried itself
timidly along the words the small, sweet
face, with its bright eyes and its mouth
like the tint Of some rare sea-sbell, looked
out from little plaid hood, very much
worn and very neatly patched, as was
the short cloak which the little girl wore
as she gave the hat into Mr.. Phillips
hand.
Thank you, little girl struck with the
pretty childish face. 81 must give you
something for this; and slipping bis
band into bis pocket, Mr.. Phillips drew
out silver dollar. The little fingers in
which he placed it were almost too small
to bold it.
ooh, what will mamma and Dickey
sayS murmured the child; and her
whole face was aglow with amazement
and delight.
Seems to me you are small girl to
be out alone in such crowded street.
said Mr.. Phillips, in tone that was not
usual for him.
"Yes, sir am; but Dicky has a cold
and mamma must get her writing done
before night, so there was nobody but me
to carry back the papers, lisped the small
mouth.
The old gentleman still retained the
,hilds hand. Somehow the soft warm
ouch Of the little fingers felt very pleas.
ant, as the girl tottsd along by his side.
she looked up in his face, aad t
Ter expression concentrated into one of
wonder, perplexity, and astonshment.
"Well, what is it my child?" said the
gentleman, answering the little girls look
With a smile.
"Aren't you grandpa p
'What makes you thiak am grandpa?"
Interested and amused.
because you look so much like the
'icture in the green velvet case mammals q
.ot at home, and shows to Dieky and me |
and says its grandpa"
"What is your mother's--what is your a
anne, child ?" and a sudden doubt and r
took possession Of the soul Of :
schard Phillips. &
He seemed 10 know the little face, II
those bright blue eyes looked up at him
Ike another pair which long years ago p"
G had laid under the understanding >
rasses.
my mothers name is Margaret Keith, 8
nd am little Maggie, and Dicky is =
amed after grandpa, that we never saw, It
nd papa was buried away out on the .
raries, ever so long ago." relating faith .
lily, as out Of book, these prominent &c
cts of family history. a.
Richard Phillips knew it all now ;,
his was Margaret's child, That little
cture in the green velvet case was his a,
yn He remembered that she had so, er
cited it of him for birthday present. til
I'd how it pleased him at The time, al ~
ough his daughter never suspected it. =,
be had kept the picture all these years a,
,or Margaret W
He had reached his warehouse. Mr.. ]
hllips led the little wondering girl up ~
e steps, over the threshold. They were ,,l
alone in the room now. He took her IN
bis arms. The long repressed river W
bis tenderness rose and overfowed its pc
INKS. "Child, ! am your grandfather, 4 y
id Richard Phillips, and his tears fell e
the fine brown hair. dc
Mamma said you were angry with pr