Litchfield enquirer., 1869-02-18

honest man. Before the next Sunday il was clear to him that he could do nothing for the soul of Sara, until he had taken the weight of her brother of it.. o5 When he called the next Sunday the same vision precisely met his view. She might have been sitting there ever since with those wonderfully patched trousers in her hands, and the boy beside her, gnaw. ing at his junk of bread But many q long seam had passed through her fingers since then, for she worked at clothes shop all the week with the sewing-ma chine. whence arose the possibility O. patching Charley's clothes, for the over seer granted her cutting or two now and then. fta U o5 L.c ee6 5s . 7asg1- -7 After little chat Stephen put the oues. ton, eff I find place for Charley, will you go to Providence Chapel next Sun. day?1 aigelIoi 9dl ..sa1el l>la.a4E.s q s4f3 l5I T will go anylchere you please, MT. Arch CT. she answered, looking up quickly, with 8 flushed face. She would have ccompa. nied him oaDy casino in London just as readily; her sole thought was to keep Char ley out of prison. Her father had been in prison once; to keep her mothers child out of prison was the grand object of hel life. 1~ I5-s' 4. &-57s! iF,1 ' -S- IT; We'll. he resumed, with some hesitation for he had arrived at the resolution through difficulties whose fogs yet fingered about him, If he will be an honest, careful boy ] will take him myself.
 Charley! Charley! cried Sara, utterly neglectful of the source of the benefaction and rising, she went to the bed and hug ged him.
 Don't, saral' said Charley, petulantly. I don't want girls to squash me. Leave go, say. You mend my trousers, and I'll take care of nsyself.' a.t The little wretchp thought Stephen. Sara returned to her. .seat, and her needle went almost as fast as her sewing-machine. A glow had arisen now, and rested on her pale cheek; Stephen found himself staring at kind of transfiguration, back from the ghostly to the human. His admiration ex- tended itself to her delft slender finger, and there brooded until his conscience inform ed him that he was actually admiring the breaking of the Sabbath, whereu he rose. But all the time he was about amongst the rest of his people, his thought kept wandering back to the desolate room, the thankless boy, and the ministering wo- man. Before leaving, however, he had ar- ranged with Sara that she should bring her brother to the shop the next day. ..sY ,..s5
 
 not shared by Charley, who was never ripe been influenced by desire to do good, and possibly by another feeling too embryonic for detection, he would never have dream ed of making an errand- boy of alwill-o wisp. As such, however, he was installed and from that moment an anxiety unknown before took possession of Stephen s bosom. He was never at ease, for he never knew what the boy might be about. He would have parted with him the first fortnight, but the idea of the prison had passed from Sara's heart into his, and he saw that to turn the boy away from his first place would be to accelerate his grayitation thith- erward. He had all the tricks of newspa- per boy indigenous to him. Repeated were the complaints brought to the shop. One time the paper was thrown down the area and brought into the breakfast.room defiled and wet. At another it was found on the doorstep, without the bell having been rung, which could hardly have been from forgetfulness, for Charley's delight was to set the bell ringing furiously, and then wait till the cook appeared, taking good care however, to leave space between them for start. Sometimes the paper was not delivered at all, and Stephen could not help suspecting that he had sold 1t in the street. Yet both for his sake and Sara's he endured and did not even box his ears. The boy hardly seemed to be wicked: the spirit that possessed him was rather pol- tersgeist, as the Germans would call it, than 8 demon. se
 Meantime, the Sunday after, Oharley's appointment, Archer, seated in his pew searched all the chapel for the fulflment of Sara's part of the agreement, namely, her presence. But he could see her no- where.
 The fact was, her promise was so easy that she had scarcely thought of it after, not suspecting that Stephen laid any stress upon its fulflment, and, indeed, not know ing where the chapel was. She had man aged to buya a bit of something of the shoddy species, and while Stephen was looking for her in the chapel, she was ma king 2 jacket for Charley. Greatly disap- pointed, and chiefly, I do believe, that she had not kept her word, Stephen went in the afternoon to call upon her. .ee.ss5
 He found her working away as before, while she worked, for piece of bread lay on the table by her elbow, and beside it a
 little brown sugar to make the bread go down. The sight went to Stephens heart for he had just made his dinner of baked mutton and potatoes, washed down with his half-pint of stout. f1 f zc. ase zzsl q.
 .'Sarap he sad solemnly, "you promised to come to our chapel. and you have not kept your word" He never thought that sour chapel was not the landmark of the region. .ra 5 ezs egea
 70 MT. Archer, she answered, 'I didn't know as you cared about it. But, she went on, rising and pushing her bread on one side to make room for her work, I'll put on my bonnet directly. Then she checked herself, and added, o, 1 beg your pardon, sir,-Pm 30 shabbyl You could not be seen with the likes of me. '.s4 t5.A.
 It touched Stephens chivalry, --and something deeper than chivalry. He had had no intention of walking with her.
 There's no chapel in the afternoon, he said; but I'll come and fetch youth the evening 'rss s1.. tallF ss .asgaa1.--I:
 Thus it came about that Sara was seated in Stephens pew, next to Stephen himself and Stephen felt strange pleasure un- known before, like that of the shepherd who, having brought the stray sheep back to the fold, cares little that its wool IS torn bv the bushes, and it looks 8 ragged and disreputable sheep. It was only Saras wool that might seem disreputable, for she was a very good faced sheep. He found tha hymns for her. and, they shared the