The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-11-16
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Ten summers, bsF face animated viii
sorus pleasing prolec, which her child
ish brain had conceived. came. bound
lng into lbs drAMing room where bel
parents ~ere sitting. one cold after
noon in winter. enjoying the warm an
lhrAcits ere, while the storm howled
and the snow fell thick and fast with
out
Father. give me dollar. please.
Why. pet, what DO you want with
dollAri Have you broken your doll
neck. aud want q new onsi
No. papa, II Amt for that please do
not Ask me what il is for. bat give it to
me; come. that's dear, good papa.
No. no. that would not be proper
you are not old enough yet to have
money 70 spend for anything you may
take fancy to,
Bat il is for good purpose, papa.
persisted the child
Tel your papa what you wish to do
with it, Nellie, and let him judge hit Ia
proper, saId the mother.
Aud viii you give it 10 me, papa. il l
tel your
lit is proper. | will, certainly, my
child
/ Wei, there is poor little boy At the
door who has got no hat or coat, and
bis shoes are all torn. and hs has had
nothing 10 cat to-day.
Humph One Of those beggarly rag
mullins, said the rich man. No, my
child, il would not only be wasting the
money but upholding them in their
Iidleness. cannot give 1t to you for
that purpose,
But, papa, be is SO cold and hungry,
plsaded the little one.
Then let him go to work replied Mr.
Carlyle.
But be is so little; why. he amt any
bigger than am; aud he says be can t
get any work to do.
Say no more about it, said the faith
er. sternly; be is undoubtedly one Of
those who live by begging. and | can
not sanction such thing by aiding
him.
A shade Of sadness passed over Mrs
Carlyles face, but she knew that II dar-
ling Nellie could not soften her fathers
heart, it was useless for her to try.
The child said no more, but as she
turned and walked away slowly toward
the door. the big tears glistsned in her
eyes,
Poor child, said Mrs. Carlyle, after
Nellie had gone. she set her heart upon
aiding the boy, aud it grieyes her to be
denied.
But it is not right TO indulge persons
in idleness, replied he.
know it is not in all cases, but he
may be reAlIy needy and suffering; and
it is so hard TO refuse her, her plead
ing voice reminds me so much Of poor
Charlie He was but eight years old
when we lost him. and is but twelve
now if be is alive; and who knows, hus-
band, but be may be even now suffer
ing for the necessaries of life as this
poor boy is; and We live so far from
where we did then, it would be hard
for him to 6nd his way home il BIO is
alive.
No, Agnes, Charlie is long since dead,
or we should have heard Of him before
now.
The mother said no more, but the
deep drawn sigh showed that the wound
made four years ago was still fresh.
When Nellie left the drawing-room
she returned sadly to the door and told
The little msndicant that her father
would not give her anything for him
Tears sprang into the eyes OF the shiy-
ering boy, and he was turning sadly
away. when happy thought struck
Nellie.
Oh. wait q minute little boy. just one
minute she cried, and darted away 70
her own room.
Opening her box Of treasures, she
took thefeirotn bright gold dollar,
and after looking at il iondly for mo
ment, slipped il into her pocket,
Aunt Fanny won't care, said she,
when abe knows what did with it, for
she 10 real good 10 poor folks
She next ran to the kitchen AMI soon
returned ~ the door sith her hands
filed wlth Victaals, which the boy de-
VouEed a. though bali ismished.
am 80 sorry. said she, that have
not got pair Of shoes for you, but
mine are 80 little you couldn't wear 'em.
Here is dollar. and it is AL mine. aid
| will give ii 10 you 10 get you shoes or
some more food
The boy thanked the warm hearted
child and turned away.
Soon after Nellie re-sntered the
drasing-room. looking much happier.
The mother wAH thinking of her lost
child and could not talk; the father did
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