Maryland free press., 1867-01-17
VOLUME /.

IA ride; and will you be so good7 o, should
love it dearly, and you'll take mother and little
sister along, and father 200, WON'T you, cause he
so sick?' And the tears stood in his pleading
| eyes.
Gay, ay. And little fellow, let me tell you,
you know how to beg as do but few, for your
words drop clean into the heart. You are
wondrous little beggar boy"
| "Aud do know how to beg7 O, I'm SO glad
sir, cause now I'll keep them all lin victuals
every day and. may be somebodyll give me wood
and coal, cause it's so cold to be without fire."
"Now we will ride, said Mr.. Ssmers in a
husky tone, and taking up the heavy basket and
bidding Harrie follow, he walked to the front
door. While his hand was on the knob, Mary
came gliding down the stairway. ......
"Pray, who is this, +" said she, " and where are
you going, father?"
80, I'm a little bcggar boy, and this good old
man is going to take some victuals to my home
| and then give us all a ride. My name is Harrie
| but you, lady, who are your Why-you-are
| yes-you arc the same sweet one that came to our
cellar once, and cried SO over us. What did you
tell me then to call you?-O, know; it was
Aunt Mary, and you said you'd tell my grandpa
what fine little grandson was growing up for
him to love. Please, lady is this my grsndpa?''
"Yes Harrie."
always told me when saw my grandps, must
put my arms around his neck and kiss him, o,
so sweetly, and you're so big, sir, can't reach
you, unless you stoop But what makes you cry
sir? Amt you glad that IN your little grand
son2 won't have to beg my bread any longer:
you'll give it to me, after this, if don't ask, say
won you? p. s.. s. &c.. '.f..
The lion in the old man's heart was tanned,
aHd little child now led him. The soft white
arms were folded about his neck, the down like
cheeks pressed to his own, while lips met lips in
kisses oflove.
'fHarrie stays very long," whispered low
faint voice from one corner of the cellar. tDo
not fear fer him dear wifss He is very young to-
wander alone over this great city,"
"a God will care for him, my husband. His
artless, winning ways and his sweet voice will
make him friends. Yet il is hard that he dar-
ling, first born one, shonld be beggar boy"
"My father, o, my father, F." noaned the sick
man. "If he would only but see me once
again.. ."sI --.n .'r' ..
There was slight hustle at the door and then
it was pushed wide open. There was o patter.
ing of two feet, and then q curly head rested up
on tie mothers knee. There was firm broad
foot fall, and manly form bent over the suffer-
or. .. s..a. .--, ..... .... 81. ..,..,. ....
HYou called me- Charlie, moment since"
mi rpd f1a vol of tI,a bo,
would yos have?" ... .
my father, o, my father" hurst from the
white lips in impsesioned tones, give me your
blessing ere die, for my mothers sake love
these, so dear to him who was dear to her."
Words tremtlcd on the old mans lips but he
dared not trust himself to sprak. His knees grew
weak beneath him, he sank beside the bed of
straw and hid his face.
In q luxuriantly furnished chamber were as
sembled beauteous family group. There were
a gray haired sire, a blooming maiden, sanity
looking woman, pale sick man, and two lovely
little children, noble boy offour, and a tiny
girl of some months. A couch, silken and SOFT
was drawn close to the blazing CRATE, and on it
rested the weak invalid while beside him on a
velvet cushion sonear that she could hold his
hand, sat the gentle lady. The fair young cir!
was toying with the babe before n splendid mir
ror, tie boy building castles with some fairy
blocks, the old man leaning against the man.
! tie.
IA tableau worthy to be wrought in gobelin
| tapestry, or drawn on canvass by masters
hand, exclaimed rich yet mellow voice. They
| =.
All is new complete-the picture mean, - said
Mr.. Somers, as he grasped the manly hand
1--WE are all here--thanks," and clasped the
child close to his heart, 'thsnks to my little beg
gar boy"