The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1869-10-29

Gl4sl u5 WAS thoroughly StOu5S OJ
shake. snd 3 gFowl tnat he didn'
earn the salt to bis yictuas; shoult
like to know " hat he expected to dc
Ia the world l''
On Saturdays, Hugh had the usu
al privilege of hslf-holiday. Will
the villsge boys, he could not go t.
play, for they had once driven hin
from their green, with shouts o
scornful laughter. he turned
down a shaded lane that led to darl
pine wood. Through the heart o
this wood stole stream of cool va.
ter. Upon a mossy knoll OF its bank.
Hugh threw himself down to cherish
sad thoughts.
ssFo be shoemaker ell my days,
and stay in q stived up ahopl' sh0aghi
he; II can't bear il But what else
can do7 Who cares for me2 I
wish I vas dead. SO Z do T.
He laid his pale cheek on the soft
moss, and watteTsd it with bitter
tears. As he raised his eyes at
length. they lighted on q clear bios.
som Of the gentian. As be sook the
flower in his hand, it seemed to him
as though its fringed blue eye looked
lovingly into bis, saying. "God made
me-"
"GOd made you-yes; made you
sweet and beautiful! But how did
be make me?' reasoned the bewil-
dered boy, whose rebellious feelings
had by no means left him. Still he
looked fxedly into the 6
"I don't laugh At huaehsd
shoula RS, Hugh. him
again to be saylng Sd
"No-you don't; andS here was
one living blue eye that Io0Aed as
kind as yours''-He stq ped, and
though for a moment of Attle Lila
and her mother. "But that was on
IL pity-even kind people can never
love me. wonder if the angels in
heaven will love me? Ny mother
will. I know" and his lips trembled.
but I'm afraid 1 shall never be fit
to go to see her, if these naughty
feelings Say in my heart. l can't
help them, either. It must be that
God made me for something, as well
as this dear little flower. Yes, he
gave me a soul-the little girl said
that. Perhaps Il. ! soul can do some
thing in the world, though my body
is poor and crooked. I DiU try!
And witk these magic words, he
sprang up frcm the knoll, buttOned
the flower in his vest, and made his
way homeward.
Five years have flown. In the hall
of village academy knot of school
girls are discussing a weighty mat
ter. The young men of the academy
have been delivering orations of their
own composition, and the result has
astonished every one.
sis it not too bad" says Sarah,
"that such a fellow should win the
prize?'
"Why! has he not as good a right
as any of then?'' asked a blue-eyed
girl of fourteen ct her side.
"Ob, right, to be sure; but I
shouldn't think such a deformed
piece of humanity would be very for
ward to Push himself before other
people"
Should be not make most of the
gifts GOD has givon? It is unjust,
Sarah He won the prize fairly, and
spoke nobly You ought not to be
SO unkiud."
81 suppose you think no prize too
great for him." responded Sarah,
with a malicious little laugh. "Per-
haps he will offer his services in es-
corting you to the picnic next Mon
day, in return for your eloquent de-
fence of his rights. 'The Lily of
Lisbon Academy as Prof. R. called
her, would be honored by such COM
pauy."
'She would indeed be honored.
Sarah. by any mark Of esteem from
one whose opinions are worth some
thing p replied the bIue-eyed girl,
proudly arching her graceful neck.
Ibid you never learn those lines of
Watts
iI would be measured by my soul:
The minds the statue Of the manr'
"You are a most uDaccountable
girl, Lila Winston But, good eve
ning-I must not stand fooling any
longer" And away went Sarah, fol-
lowed by most of her mates. while
Lila returned to the school-room to
search for a missing book.
"IHank goa, Miss Winston W-
These words, spoken almost in her
ear aa she was bending over her desk,
caused her to lift up her head with a
start, and blush of surprise. The
dsformed Hugh, now q young man
of some seventeen years, stood by
her chair, gazing at her with those