The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1867-08-07

tried TO get st him through the gate. III u
"Youyoung dog s"he cried, sal'll teach
you manners Why don't you. answer mes
Where's Jim :" te !.4 I9H s.
Mr.. Harwood ratified the gate violently.
and tried. with his unsteady hands, To- fnd
the bolt on The inside. Bat his efforts were
in vain. He could not reach The little lel-
low. who stood close up TO him, with a
brave but sorrowlul face. 4..,...
You'd better 60 home, sir. III tell
nv father Of this" There was manly
firmness in the air of Freddy. and afebuk
ing tone in his voice, that had their effect
upon The drunken man.
Who cares for yonr athers don't"
he replied. moving back step or two from
tie gate, muttering and swearing.
Ba, | say. youngster" and he came
toward Freddy again. with q scowlling lock
On his swollen aud disfgured face. = Just
answer me one thing. Say yes or no. Is
that young scamp ot mine here =
Il don't know any young scamp Of
yours. Mr.. HarwooL.o = replied Freddy.
!" You Cont. hey New that's coul for
model young gentleman like Master Wal
son. Don't know my Jim -
know your jim very we'll. said Fred
Iy. But hc's goud li,tle boy aud not a
Young scamp and don't think you are 4
kind lather 10 call him such an ugly name.
rhis rebuke was lelt BY Harwuod. drunk
Is lie was. lie could not stand Ffeddy's
clear eyes aud steady iuuk. Then away
down 10 his heart, almost covered up and
LOST. VAS an old feeling nf tathcrly pride.
and this stirred al tic words II praise spo-
ken about hun. = 4 good little boy"
The anger went out Of Mr. llarwood ;
face.
!. lie was gouL little bny once" said
liz. with something 81 like tenderness in
his vince that Jim. who was lying ciose
by, hidden under tie current bushes, lis
tenlug II every word. subbed nut aloud.
Whats thats" asked Mr. Haruool.
leaning forward and looking toward tie
Currant bushes.
Hut the sound was hushed in moment.
Jim hal checked down Iii, feelings.
" Hes good little boy now said Fred.
dy. speaking in very firm vince, aud not
secMlng 10 hear the sob. Or the question,
~ Jim's father. " 4 good little bay," lie
repeated and added. IL make his assertion
stronger, There I,nta better one any
where abuut here, ii his father due, beat
him about. ani let him 20 ragged when he
oasai 70 have gurd clothes ike the rest u
o..
Mr. IlarMoad didn't SOP 10 hear aay
thing farther. but turned from the gate 10.
ward the poor cnttagr across he road.
waking more steadily than he had done
short time before. Then Freddy went be.
hind the euuent bushes where Jim Still Ia,
on the ground.
/" lies gone." said Feddy.
The pent up grisloi Jim's sad heart could
be restrained no longer. lie burst oul into
4 Wild III u crying, that continued Tor Sc
seral minutes. Freddy sid all that he
could TO comfort his little friend ant when
he had grown Calm. asked with the so1sr-
mes, u one who Irli in earnest,
" Cant something be done. Jim -
Jun shun. his head il hopeless way.
Something uught to BE- dime! I'm sure
something could b. done II We just knew
what 4 was. On isn'i drinking IN awful
thtns 81
lfs the worst thing IN the world, said
jim. and It's no wonder he Thought so.
!" When lather i SOBER he went on, hes
just n kind ~ lie can be but when he.
druak--oh dear! its dreadful 10 think off,
" Does he get drunk very oilens" asked
Freddy.
Now he does. lies drank most all
the time. But il wasn't 80 always. Oh
dear J" And Jim's tears ran over his
cheeks again. lie used 10 be 80 good to
u.s. he sobbct, "and take Us out with him
sometimes, and buy US nice things. lie
never does it now. Most ali The money be
gets 10 speiit at The tavern. Hut must ran
home. Motheris sick, and father is 50 cross