The Xenia sentinel. [volume] (Xenia [Ohio]) 1863-186?, 1865-04-21


heel on his faYorite corn. At all timea
he considered orange boys anuisance; but
just now his slender quota of patience was
entirely exhausted. he aimed a mutter1
ed oath and furious blow at the head Of
the fair~headed boy, and rushed past to
catch retreating omnibus.
Jamie sprang aside just in time to es-
cape the brutal blow but it descended
full upon his stock in trade, scattering
apples and oranges far and wide. He was
standing close to the pier, andmost of the
fruit flew into the water, where it went
bobbing up and down with the tide in the
most tantalizing manner. A few apples
rolled under the feet of the crowd, but it
was impossible to secure them again.
Jamie's first sensation was that of indig-
nant wrath. The blush ran in angry tor
rents to his cheek and brow, and he Shook
his. small fist impotently in the direction
which the fat man had taken. But in an
instant feeling Of forlorn wretchedness
came over him; no tempting bit of cake
no purple grapes for poor Katy-per-
haps not even a superior he knew his
mothers wages must go toward the rent of
the room. They depended on his exer.
tons for their evening meal, and the sun
was declining in the West already.
The reflection was too much for his boy
ish heart, and he was sobbing violently,
when a gentle hand was laid on bis shoul-
der. He started up, and before him stood
pleasant gentleman, who had watched
the whole transaction.
There my boy he said, laying a silver
dollar in the boy'a hand, shat will set you
up again. No thanks; the money was in
tended for some piece of extravaganza, and
l choose to use it thus. But remember
this, my boy, when you are pushed down
in the race, don't stop to rub your bruises,
but pick yourself up and start again
Jamie thought the smile with which
this was said the pleasautest and kindest
expression that ever frightened a human
face; but ere he could stammer out his
thanks, the gentleman was gone.
The boy started for home with a light
and joyous heart, stopping to purchase
the cherished morsel of fruit and cake on
his way. The gentleman walked leisure
ly up Broadway, Seeing in a bookstore
the title of a newly published work that
he had desired to read, his footsteps invol~
unfairly turned in that direction, but in
an instant he went on, buttoning up his
pockets and murmuring to himself with
smile Cant afford it; one laxury in a
day ought to be enough There was a
vast difference between man and child in
their capacities for enjoyment, but both
were happy that night.
The supper was a joyful ceremony in
the garret-rOom tbateveniDg. The grapes
pleased Katy's appetite to a charm, and
the story Of the dollar was listened to with
interest.
4 wish I could see the kind gentleman
said the child earnestly; Il would give
him my beautiful rose, if he liked flowers
She looked strangely beautiful that
night, her head resting upon her brothers
while Jamie fed her with the
uicy berries, one by one, as bird might
feed its young.
why how bright the color is in your
cheeks, cried Jamie. 4 believe you
nave been stealing the red shadows from
)ur faVorite rose. Mother, I am sure Ka-
y will get WELL
The next morning, while yet the golden
pear Of sunrise was in rest among the
1urple hills, Katy died.
x x X x
The moss of twenty years had gathered
lpon Katy's headstone the ViOlets of
wenty years had blossomed over her grave,
md it was a glorious summer day, whose |
ight streamed along the busy thorough
are, and shone on the magnificent marble !
ERECTION devoted to the extensive opera
ions Of the celebrated Bank of X.
A splendid carriage cushioned with vel |
ret, and ghttering in the sunshine, was
lraWn up opposite the door, waiting to
axe the great banker to his palatial home.
The spirited horses, foaming and pran-
ing, could hardly be curbed, and the dIi
7er looked wonderingly toward the door,
nd marvelled why his usually punctual
Master did not come.
Mr.. Arnett stood in a little Office open
ng from the main bank, where the long
Ows Of clerks were bending over their
Iesks. He was looking over a small pock>
.t-book which he always carried about
lin, for some note or bill, andas he turn
d its pages, bit Of folded paper dropped
ut.
The banker opened it, and although
wenty years had deadened the first edge
f his sorrow, the tears rushed to his eyes
S they fell on the contents. A pencil
ketch, rude and unfinished, Of a meek
Drowed child-a lock of soft brown hair,
nd the perfumed dust Of crimson rose;
hose were dearer to the banker than his
-ault of yellow gold.
As he looked at them, a tremUlOus voice
Yithout arrested his ear.
d would be glad il you would buy, gen
lemen, for my need is very great. I
ave sickly daughter at home who must
e fed
'Be off about your business was the
harp TelOlnQer. L won let you 10.
)on't you see you are not wanted here p
The voice seemed to strike a responsive
hord in the rich mans heart; surely he
ad heard its mild tones before. He par
ally opened the door and called out
.ernly:
'0lT. Waters, show that gentleman in if
ou please
The abashed clerk obeyed, but not with
ut surprise, and the old man, with his
eavy load of strawberries, came humbly ,
ito the private room Of the great banker ]
will you take a chair, sir p politely in
uired Mr.. Arnett, moving forward alux-
rious tauteu2.
The old man taking of his hat, said
"Sir, 1 fear that l intrude on your