Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1870-07-14
Miscellaneous.
An English story.


held against il. The man who was
grinding stopped minute. felt the
edge OF the scissors with his thumb.
tightened the rivet, and handed it 10
the servant who stood waiting for it.
'Threepencc. miss thank you and
he prepared TO move on. Will You
get IN. Kitty
No. grandpa me not tired said a
long haired. blue-eyed child Of about
five years old. who ioddled alongside.
She was very poorly dressed. but per-
tectly clean her hair was smooth and
glossy, and her face had a look of con-
tentment and trust not a very pretty
child at first sight. but evidently a
bright. docit, little creature.
Any knives or scissors TO grind .
any pots. pans or kettles 10 mend 2
shouted the man rs lie pushed his lit
tie machine with grindstone and
emery-wheel. and smoking pan Of
charcoal dangling from il. before him.
the sort. the only difference being that
underneath. just above the treatile.
was sort of fiat box. with rug laid
in it-a very COW little nest indeed.
Grandpa, me ride pleasantly said
the child.
Jump in then. Kitty and the child
curled herself up in the fiat tray. and
was presently fast asleep.
All day the man wheeled his grind
stone from street To street. with the
child sometimes awake, trotting along
side and prattling gally. sometimes
sitting or lying IN her little cradle.
When darkness came on. he turned
from the crowded streets and ceased
his monotonous cry. He was evidently
upon his way homeward. Westward
he went, up Oxford street and along
the Edgeware road, and through side
street TO a small archway. Up this he
drove his grinding into n
small yard there, under cover Of a
shed, he slowed away his barrow. and,
lifting the sleeping child out of the
rough cradle, he carried her tenderlv
up stairs TO room a: the top OF the
house then, laying her down on the
bed, he proceeded to strike light.
Leaving the candle burning. he went
down stairs again and out into the
crowded road. There he bought some
hot potatoes from an itinerant vender,
some bread and some butter, and a
pint Of tea at coffee shop. This last
he put into tin he had brought with
him, and then went back again to his
room. He arranged his purchase to
the best effect upon the table, and then
proceeded TO wake up the child.
Wake up, Kitty, you little sleepy
head! Tea is ready; all hot, potatoes
and everything
The child sat up, rubbed her eyes,
and then scrambled off the bed and
clambered up on her grandfather S
knee.
Me sleep SO, SO, so long, holding
out her arms to the fullest extent.
Yes, Kitty, and you would have
slept all night if would have let
you
Good grandpa, good nice supper :.
the child said as she tried TO eat hot
potato.
Yes, isn't it first rate, Kitty! You
get it for nothing. Miss Tucker, YOU
know had to sing for her supper
Not Miss Tucker, grand ba-Tommy
pTucker. Tommy must have been a
boy, you know
Yes, Of course, Kitty. Well, you
know, he had to sing for his supper
Twill sing, grandpa : and she slip
ped off his knee and stood with her
bands folded reverently, and sang the
Doxology at the end of the Evening
Hymn. 1t was not, perhaps, much
like the air; but she sang the words
clearly and distinctly in her child.
voice.
The old man had ceased eating az
she began, and clasped his hands be.
fore him too. A tear stood in his eye
as she finished:
very nice, Kitty, there's dear.
You have ea-ned your supper the
potatoes are not too hot to eat now
Kitty climbed up again on her
grandfather's knee, and ate her supper
contentedly, prattling meantime about
. thousand things.
Now, grandpa, tell me q story
What shall it be, pussy? Jack tht
Giant-killer, Puss in Boots, or .acA
and the BeaA-stalk, or what"
The Fair one scith the Golden Locks
grandpa. like that BEST