The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1866-09-12
NEW SERIES--VOLUME 2, NO. 7.

come burden. The thin, sharp-featured lac
DIV, in her gown turned and dyed, looking
graycly at the tattered clothes which must
be AT once replaced by new ones.
Did you save nothing from the fire?
inquired Mrs. Brown, as on the following
morning she poured out at the breakfast
some very pale tea. >.
Nothing but parcel which | had in
charge for Mrs. Bates, Of Eccleston Square;
Here it is. And Reginald could see that
his aunt was provoked at thi. being the on
" thing which he rescued out Of the flames.
Her impatience broke out into open express
sions when, as the old couple and the boy
sat together in the evening by the light OF
simple dip candle note was brought from
Mrs. Bates, thanking Mr.. Glare coldly for
bringing the parcel of dried fern leaves, but
informed him that they had been sadly bro
ken in and spoiled on the journey.
Fern leayesl trashl'' exclaimed Mrs.
Brown, dropping the stitches of her knit
ting in vexation. "If you had only had the
sense to carry out your desk instead; there
was sure TO be some money in it. 1t you
only had saved good suit of clothes and
not come here like beggar!''
Mr.. Brown leaned back in his arm chair
and aughcd Dried fern leaves" he
chucklcd, "and spoiled ones to boot
They've only been pulled out OF one fire IN
to another"
Poor Reginald was mortified and vexed.
The burns on his face and hands seemed to
pain him more than evei. And. yet,
thought he, II need not mind it-l only
did my duty. have been trusted-l had
promised. ! could not have broken my
word How could have known what was
in that parceR' ..-
Rat-tat. 1t was the knock of the even
ing postman. Another letter for heglnaldl
Glare. II hope" said his sharp-icatured
aunt, "that it may contain something better
than the last. Dried fern leaves torsooth.
What rubbish. "
Reginald broke the seal and opened the
letter. His hand trembeled with excite
ment as he read With sparkling eye he
gave it to his aunt, who looked att through
her steel spcctacles.
'Wcll here is something odd she re Il.
marked; "Why, who writes, this John
GRAY? | never heard Of the name.
lie was my fellow passenger-a merchant
and 30 kind!' =,
kind, ! should think sol" exclaimed
Mrs. Brovn, her sharp features relaxing IN
to a smile. ,r
what does he say, BitC?' asked Mr..
Brown. with impaticncc,
"Wby, he offers to take this boy here in
to his house of business W, ,thout any preliil-
UNI, y exclaimed the wife, handing over the
letter to her husband; because, as he writes,
be knows the lad is to be trusted. lts the
oldest fancy that ever heard Of What
is Reginald to him, that he should take eim
by the hand-frst pay for his journey to
London, then offer-you see his own word
offer to treat him as scr.
''Wife, wife. :" cried Mr. Brown, lay ing
his finger on the letter, and looking with a
hearty Kindness at the phan as he spoke,
you and made a precious mistake when
we fancicd that Reginald had carried moth
ing away from that ship but trumpciy
packet of fern leaves. He carried away
something worth more than all the gold and
jewels of the Iudics-ch character for doing
his duty to God and man. And depend
ont" continued the old man, raising his
voice, "a boy who has that, will never be
long in want of t lend.