Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1869-05-11
Honoring a Mother.

''Charlie, come in; / want you" said sweet.
womanly voice to little boy who was playing
marbles on the sidewalk in front Of nice brick
house.
Now Charlie was very busy and in the midst
of delightful game. He was as happy as could
be. To quit his play then was like quitting the
table half through dinner. Would he obey p
| We looked with interest to see what he would
do. What would you have done.
| Charlie replied, Yes, mother" and picking
/ up his marbles, started off with a smiling face
and bounding step up the side yard, and in
at the end door of the house fine boy thar
| [ thought, as [ looked after him. [ wonder
who he is? What a beautiful thing it must be
to have little boy or girl that will m ind at
once and with happy, loving heart | wonder
ed what would become of that boy, and wished
| to see more Of him and learn his history.
| [ used to walk past that house every week,
and always thought of that blue-eyed, light
haired boy. The thought of him made me hap
py. [ saw great many naughty children
Once spent two or three days in trying to find
a naughty boy who ran away from his home
and overwhelmed his parents with grief, and
when found him some one had stolen his coat
and hat, and bundle of clothes, and all the
money he had. Once | chased after truant
boy and girl several hours, and at last, late at
night, found them in the woods, wet through,
had disobeyed their mother and gone to play in
stead of going to school, and both Of them were
sick for several weeks In consequence of their
folly and exposure. 4 boy that minds-he is
jewel.
had been in business year or two and in
that time had had several boys, but it was next
to impossible to find one that would mind At
last [ was quite out of patience, and | deter
mined that [ would have no one who could not
bring the best recommendation and stand the
closest test. Several applied for the place, but
no one suited US. At last came a blue-eyed,
haxen- haired youth of twelve years, with a
bright, honest face. There was something en-
gaging In his al pect. Had | seen him before ?
What is your name?
Charlie Warren, sir, | live in Franklin
street. My father is a carpenter, but he is
lame now, and cannot work, and [ have got
mother consent to go into store, If can find
place,
1t was the very Charlie whom [ had seen
playing at marbles. [ remembered the cir
curnstance, and knew that he would mind |
did not need recommendation for him, but
gave him the place, and twice as much pay as
had promised to give.
Charlie came to work on Monday morning.
1t seemed hard for him the first week of work,
but he behaved like a man. The boys in the
next store came in and made his acquaintance.
One morning L heard two OF them trying to
persuade Charlie to 90 off with them down to
the wharves in the forenoon and see boat race
that was to come off, No" said Charlie.
mother told me to mind my business, and |
am paid for staying here, and don't think it
right to go off without my employers knowing
it.
That was brave word, and thought more
of Charlie than eyer.
That was ten years ago. He has been with
me ever since, and proved to be the best clerk
| ever had Yesterday we put up new sign,
and ON it, in large gilt letters, was Charles
full name. The store is his own. He is now
prosperous, promising young man.. and If he
because one bright morning he minded his
mother when she called him. From such little
| things do great results come, Always mind,
and it will be always we'll with yOu.-Ladies
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