The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1867-09-19
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hhoN h'ul--hnOW MIN. know all
these dandi6cd jimcracks. They hang
around few bags of gold, as crows do
around carron. won't have any such
thing
Father, you judge Walter too harsh
ly. lie is good man-honest and in
dustrous, and
industrious say you ? BY the big
lump, Id like to know what he's got to
show for his industry
He has 4 superior education, faith
er.'
Education FddIcsticks Can he
live on his education. Can he make
dollars of it
'Yes, he can live by it. lie has al.
ready obtained very good situation as
q clerk
Aud will earn just enough to keep
him in the fine clothes he wears. I
know these fellows. But there's an end
ont. II you choose him rather than
your poor old father you can do SO.
| can live alone-I shan't live long
you can--
Stoy-stop, father. You have no
right to talk SO. You know ] could
not leave you And Agucs Brennan
put her arms aboat the old mans neck
and kissed him, and then lett the room.
It's curious now these young fools
act .ho misor muttorod to himself
after he had watched his child depart.
There's been twouty Of tho sharks af.
ter that gjri--twcuty Of them hoyoring
around her, like mar. eaters after n doad
body. Don't l know what they want ?
Can't [ SEQ ? Aha--can't l though ?
rs my money! But Agnes has never
loved one Of 'em til this Adams came
nloug. The jackauupcs And now
she wants to get married right away.
Nonsense ,
The old man bowed his head as he
spoke, and he saw a drop upon the
back Of his hand. Il was bright drop
and the rays Of the setting sun were
playing in it.
She cried when che kissed me- ho
whispered, wipiug the tear from his
hard hand Il don't sec what makes
her so tender. hearted. She never took
it from me. But she may have taken
it from -
The old man stopped, and a cloud
came over his wriukled brow, for there
was paug iu his heart. He remem-
bered the gentle, uucomplaiIing being
who had once been his companion
the mother OF his child. lie remom.
bered how she lad became bis wife, oven
when the bloom Of manhood had passed
from him how she loved him, and
nursod him, aod hoy she taught her
child to love AID care for him, too.-
And be remembered how she had nev-
er complained, oven while suffering
and how she had died, with smile
aud blessing upon Ehor lips, though
the gold Of her husband brought hor
no comforts.
Noah Brennan bowed his frosted head
more low, aud in his heart be wished
that he could forget all but the few
Aeeting joys of his wife. But he could
not forget that it had been whispered
that his wife might have lived longer,
if she had had proper medical atten-
ton.
'But it would cost so much saved
money
Ah-the reflection would not remove
the paug. The other pauS was upper
most,
Noah Brennan had passed the allot-
ted age Of man, being over three-score
and ten, and all his life had been de-
voted to accumulatipg money. He
had denied himself every comfort, and
his heart had been almost as hard as
the gold he boarded. But as his hair
grew more white and sparse, and the
years came more heavily upon him, he
though: more-refected more. The
sweet smile Of his dead wife was doing
its mission now and ihe pure love of
his gentle child was a continual re.
membrancer to him that there we're
better hearts than his own.
At length the iuiser arose, and passs
ed out from the room. lie would have
left the hut; but as he reached the lit.
tie entry way, he heard a voice from
the garrett 1t was mis- child's. He
crept up the rlckcty stairs, and looked
through crack in the door. He saw
Agnes upon her knees. Tears were
rolling down her checks, and her hands
were claspcd toward Heaven. And
she prayed
'Oh, God be coed to my father and
make his heart warm and peaceful =
Make me love hun with all tenderness,
and enable me to do we'll and truly the
duty pledged TO my saiuted mother (,
promised her | would love aud care
for him always. Father ia Heaven.
help me Oh help me
The old man cropt down the stairs
and out of doors, aud for whole hour
nc walked alone among the trees. He
thought again of his wile--again of his
child-and then-of his gold And
this was not the first time he had walk.