The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-12-23

- P"'cueu ciotnes, anu when he wants
to know the time had to glance at NJ
) Graham's clock In the corner,
) "Wh5 Is he"' asked \ visitor of NJ
t Graham when the class had passed frol
: the room.
| (which one?"
'The one who will make his mari
the poor one, to be sure"
"Ah. Why Judge, he is lone
Brown, the son of a laboring man. II
IS as honest aud persevering u boy IA
ever the sun shone on.n
IL thought 50. His address. If yo,
please"
Mr.. Graham gave it without question
though he wondered what the odd Judge
wa, about to do. Mr.. and Mrs. Brown
ana six children Were surprised at tea.
table that night by call from the
the visitor t" Tie stT81ircfbofa'. hi"hve
minutes he had told his crrand. lie
was Judge Rood Of Acton; he had taken
n fancy to Jones; would Mr.. and Mrs.
Brown give the boy to him to be educa.
ted as lawyer in his Office?
Mr.. and Mrs. Brown were speechless
with delight. Jones clasped his hands
gratefully. Arrangements were sp.e,ii-
ly made. Jones had but a month lon
ger to stay at MFR. Graham's school
Then! all, the glorious then.
Jones was Christian, anxious every
day to serve Jesus with his whole mind,
soul, and body. Just now his heart was
fairly dancing with joy that God had
seemed to open before him such bright
future. Already his little trunk stood
neatly packed in the loft chamber.
Brothers and sisters gathered about him
daily, with little scraps Of talk about
what they should do without him. The
five handsomely dressed boys at Mr..
Graham's no longer sncereh at his
patched clothes or hard hands: it was
possible that he might be II Judge him
self some day. In view of this they
could condesccnd to treat him civillv.
Jones cared little for all this
Just II week before he was to 20 to
Judge Rood, a fire happened in the
neighborhood. Mr.. Brown, while help.
ing some one to escape, was himself
killed. Mrs. Brown, broken hearted, |
died, and Jones, Oh the day he was to
have gone to Judge Rood, stood in the
midst of his family, the only protector
Of brothers and sisters. What was his
duty? He looked into the eyes Of each
Of the helpless ones, aud, with trem-
bling step, went up to his little loft
walk to ana ffo;" then canYs 4 sifehte.
Jimmy peeped through a crack in the
door; Jones was on his knees. Present
|y he came down, wrote a letter, and
took it to the Office; then walk ed down
the street straight to Mr. Jordan's ma
chine shop.
"Will you hire me, Mr.. Jordan ?"
"Why though, you were to 10 the
young judge"
"That is past; my family will need
me-"
"Why, bless you. brave boy, I'd make |
work il l hadn' it; but here it lies
plenty, and Hll give you royal wages"
"Thank you sir. Can ! come to-
day"
40 day. was there ever such a boy. /
Yes, in two hours
"In two hours, then; good by till that
time,n said Jones, not mu. rIe of his |
fla showing the sad heart within,
"God will bless that boy Thought
Mr. Jordan, wiping his EYES.
God did bless him, even in this life.
For years, without murmur, he
worked in that machine shop, till the
youngest child in his fathers family
was able to care for herself; then, every
difficulty pushed out Of the way, Jones
went back to study. Helping hands
were held out all around, and to-day
Jones Brown stands monument to
the blessedness ofobedicnce to that com
mand, Honor thy father aud thy
mother. .'-,S. s. Tisit,r.
The Freedom of Modern Social Life
"Shirley Dare concludes a fashion
letter in the Chicago Reputtican:
Somebody wants chapter on what
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