The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-10-12
KENOsHA, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER, II, 1866.

the battered clothes which must at once be
replaced by new ones
Sid you save nothing from the fire !?
inquired Mrs. Brown as on the following
morning she poured out at the breakfast ia
bic some very pale tea. .----.....
Nothing but parcel which had ir
charge for Mrs. Bates of Eccleston square
! Here it is" And Reginald laid on the ia.
bio the fiat parcel wrapped in oil-cloth
F'Can you kindly tell me how to send it?.
) There was no trouble in sending the par
eel as Mrs. Bates happened to live nears
but Reginald could see that his aunt was
/ provoked at this being the only thing which
he had brought from the flames Her i'm.
patience broke out into open expressions
when, as the old couple and the boy sat to
gether, in the evening by the light of 6
simple dip candle, note was brought II
from Mrs. Bates, thanking Mr.. Glare coIdly
for bringing the parcel of dried fern leaves
but informed him that thay had been sadly
broken and spoiled on the journey
Fern leaves! trash exclaimed Mrs
Brown, dropping the stitches of her knitting
in vexation. eff you had only had the
sense to carry out your desk instead there
was sure to be some money in it. If you
only had saved good suit of clothes, and
not come here like a beggar'
Mr. Brown leaned back in his chair and
laughed Dried fern leaYesI' he chuckled;
and spoiled ones to boot! They've only
| been pulled ont of one fire into another!'
| Poor Reginald was mortified and vexed
| The burns on his face and hands seemed to
pain him more than ever And yet thought
he, 4 need not mind---I only did my duty.
had been trusted, had promised / could
not have broken my word How could |
guess what was in that parcel?'
Rat-tat 1t was the knock of the Eve
ming post,nan. Another letter for Reginald
Clare. 1 hope said his sharp featured
aunt, that it may contain something bett,r
than the last Dried fern leaves forsooth
What rubbish!
Reginald broke the seal and opened the
letter. His hand almost trembled with ex-
element as he read With sparkling eye
he gaveit to his aunt, who looked at il
through her old steel spectacles
We'll here is something odd she remark
ed'why who writes this? John Gray; l never
heard of the name"
He was my fellow paasenger--a mer
chant and SO kind
Kind, should think SOL, exclaimed
Mrs. Brown her sharp features relaxing into
smile
| what does he say wife asked Mr. Brown
with impotence,
why he offers to take this boy here int
his house of business without any premi UNI
exclaimed the wife, handing over the lette
to her husband. because, as he writes
he knows the lad is to be trusted tt
the oldest fancy ever heard Of Wha
is Reginald to him, that he should take hin
by the hand-frst pay for his journey t,
London then otfer-you see his own wore
to treat him as SON.
Wife, wife, cried AIr. Brown, laying hi
finger on the letter, and looking with heart
kindness at the orphan as he spoke, 'yoI
and made precious mistake when W
fanoied that Reginald had carried nothin
away from the ship but trumpery packe
of fern leaves. He carried away some thin
worth more than all the gold and jewels 0
| the Indies-a character for doing h is dut
to God and man. And depend ont contir
ued the old man, raising his voice. "a be
who mas that, will never be in want of
| friend.