Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1870-05-04
.r.dahnnt.a ihe. NamslioH4aa II

Something more than a,year ags, as the
writer was sitting in the cars, going West,
pleasant voice sung OUT" Paper, sir;
paper 'sira morning paper, lady ~ ii'4g2'-
nothing new to see, q, small boy With a
package of papers under his arm, but the
voice, 30 low md musical, its clear, tender
tones mellow as a flute, called up hallowed
memeriesing9ildBcoN 20 -Igiyu-u f..-.
One look at the large, brown eyes, the
broad forehead, the mass of nut brown
curlsl the pinched cheeks, and his history
was known. lifudnM 1:EhG iI7-i hf. I..g
- What is your name, my hoy2', | asked
as, half blinded with tears, i reached out
my hand for a paper. ,... ..-i... 80,
Johnny - the last name did not
catch. flnQT3 -'f.s, 81 $685. ..t
tbtCan YOU read ?p b, rsat -t,tratl-a.. ft-
sob, eyes1 olive been TO school some"
glancing out of the window to see if there
was necessity of haste.
/ had a little brother once; whose name
was Johnny. He had the same brown
hair and tender, loving eyes, and perhaps
it was on this account ] felt very much
like throwing, my arms around Jobnny's
neck, and kissing him on the Chm check.
A long, shrlli whistle, with another short
and peremptory, and Johnny must be off.
There was nothing to choose, my little
Testament, with its neat binding and pref
ty steel clasp, was in Johnny's hand. ~
tlnefe was u IlfONtIncnt, VIC Meft Oh. Il
strained my eyes out of the window after
Johnny, but did not see him, and shutting
them, dreamed what was in store for
himAnot forgetting His love and care for
this destitute, tender voiced boy ~ l-r.
Amonth ago made the same journey,
and passed over the same railroad track.
Hating for moments respite at one oil
the many places Of the way, what was my
surprise to zee the same boy, taller, health.
er, with the same eyes and pure voice.
LIVE thought of yOu lady, L wanted
to tell you that It's all the little book
-"The little book has done it all. I car:
ried.it1 home and father read it. He was
out of work then,T and mother cried ovel
it.. AT first l. thought it was wicked bOOl,
to make them feel so bad, but the more
they read 1t the more they cried and it's
all been different since. It's all the LITTLE
book; we liyein a better house now, ant
father don't drink, and mother says twill
be all right again"
Dear little Johnny, he had to talk so fast
but his eyes were bright and sparkling
and his brown face all aglow. ..e.-s
- m not selling many papers now, anC
father says may be can go TO school thi,
fall" 50 IA ir5-@
Never did so crave moment of time
But now, the cars were ia MOTION John
ny fingered as long as prudence would al
low.
"Its'all the little book,n sounded in my
ears; the little book that told of jesus ant
bis love for poor, perishing men. What /,
change! a comfortable home, no NOR,
slave to strong drink. Hope was in the
hearts of the parents, health mantled tn,
cheeks of the children. From the gloon
Of despair toa world of light, from being
poor and ,friendless, the little book tolt
them of One mighty to save, the precious
Elder Brother, with a heart all tenderness
all love. ST. t,-f a.lta. ~ li.,- .-'-is
Would that all the Johnnies who sci
papers, and fathers that drink, and moth
ers that weep over the ruins of once happ.
homes, took to their wretchcd dwelling
the book that tells of;Jesus and His love
And not only these, but all the ,Johnnie
that have no parents, living in cellars, ant
sleeping in filth and wretchedness-Youl
that they could learn from this little bool
what a friend they have in Jes,is.--S. S
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