The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-05-16
BUNCH or WOLETS.

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or OF the birds, aud the bAbline Of the
river over which tho owner Of the
voice hung Suspended. Ills arms
were thrown round q branch that
bent with his weight. His trim suit
Of black velvet was the worse for
brambles, aud his, scarlet cap had
badges Of n messy green hue upon il.
Nevertheless, tho round rosy face us
der the cap had u certain nndaunted
bravery, that saeped 10 contradict the
sharp tone. Of dpmay ia which the
boy made his Appeal. ar
% The wandefer IN the wood below
looked MP, smiling, aud saidye' Keep
a. firm grip q moment longer. my man
Now thon, hold me fast~~thhts right.
And now tell me whit b wee laddie
like you can DO doing ali alone in Tire
woodYA ffte4sF aea re- ''Hha
The boy did not answer he was
busy examining his torn knlckcrbock-
srs and tho patches oti bis cap. lie
shook bis head ut the rents, and be-
gan rubbing his cap with his sleeve. !
Pm In For d row" he said. speeu~
IativeIy; I" but L should have got 4
dncking M we'll If YOU hadn't passed
BY must hrye dropped soon.
The strnnger took tho little deli
cate, childish hand III his. and saw
that tho fingers were grazed and bleed
ing. Poor little mani' said he. 80
- q, that's nothing. you know. But
I'm forgetting - hank~ye for pull
ing mo down. Lot me 500, now
said tho smail man gravoIy,@f don't
know ye n face You don't belong TO
/" No. wa the reply. iah .43f3.
A stranger2' said the boy.
S5 Plss I iS wifi, wy wax sH tGs reply.
All then you know nothing about
III" said the boy. That's tho viii
Iage over tfia1 water there, and this IL
Corven Wood-jolly, isn't it?"
" Very Jollyf" said tho gentleman.
/" Do Your iriends know you are here
by yoursclf2', - J.. b.ee,
10 they sknpw I'm .~Sspmewhere
course | shall toll them MI aboutpit.
Tint is our bouse-Ayon. a see n bit
OF the chimneys throughthe trees. IL
used 70 be o farm-house. But my ia
thor doesn't farm-ho's d gentleman,
DO you havb to do nightingale
work ! noar @-or are you . gentle.
man I s1a fttts< lifs.1 -
The stranger laeghcd-a low, quiet
laugh. like b mu5loal note. 1t seemed
to strike even tho boy, for he stopped
rubbing his cap 10 look curiously
into his companions face. He did
not know exactly what there was in
the eyes, half grave, bnlf
humorous, that met his own.
Ho know nothing or - that
strange patlos, which has its element
Of regrot, but q larger one, perhaps, of
pity, that .stoals into tho heart Of the
man who has known sorrow. and
wrong, and huifeting at the sight of
such d child "a fins. The boys life
lay before him nm unwritten pago,
and be stood. at tho beginning Of it
with n fearless front, th0ughtlnss OF
care aud contemptous Of danger. In
voluntary, however, NJ no looked into
tho strangers face. he drew nearer,
aud touched tho knapsack that was
slting over one shoulder. !
:" didn't mean that you might'nt bo
n gentleman, of course" said he; "bnt
then you carry that yourself Papa
docsb rcarry his, My name ia Az
tony. but they call me Tony; what Is
yours ? because shall havo to tell
about you
Nv name is Nool Csporne," re.
plipd the gentleman, HHapd I do work
Tor my living | am a painter. -
I Muster Tony hooked again dnbi-
6lsly al The knapsaek, and began to.
think of certain beings with paper
caps and nh incurable habit Of wills
Ting popular airs, who had boon oc~
ctipicd about the woodwork of his fa-
thor's house. a.He decided TINT his
nav friend could not belong 10 that
oluss. an s4 ttt8R To
20 r. said he. 4 painterl Well,
! / tell yen whut. 10 would be very Jolly
tlfyou would come homo with mo.
Papa won't seold me before u strank
or, That's what people would call
lpSWnY Of me, 8 isn't ait | nm
rather - downy chap and that's
the truth Aunt L,icy would likc to
thank You. She's fond of me, though
she rs = bit sharp, souio timasl
You wont? | must 90, then. Good
by. Mr. Uapornosa II ~
'af"Thc lad went 4 few steps and turned
,irresolptelyi then he rap back ana
PIT out HIS start6a TITLE fingers TO
the stranger who worked for hts
living, 1880 SIT esf# 4aaaa
= Iforgot,tq shake lands" snid he.
IT say, I've got u box Of eolors. nv
self, and | should like TO see what
sort Of ashand You are at painting. I
almost always bring Aunt Lucy TO the
wood some time in the, day, she likes
bring mo u picture 10 look at-a swell