The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-02-18
MisreIIaneOns Selections.
THE TWO GRANDFATHERS,
A simple Story.

felt the edge of the scissors with his
thumb, frightened the rivet, and
handed it to the servant who stood
waiting for it.
"Threepence, miss: thank you;H
and he prepared to move on. "Will
yet get in, Kitty
No, grandpa; me no tired" said
a long-haired blue-eyed child of a
bout five years old, who toddled a.
longside. She was very poorly dres-
sed, but perfectly clean; her hair was
smooth and glossy, and her face had
a look of contentment and trust; moi
a very pretty child at first sight, but
evidently a bright. docile little crea
ture.
"Any knives or scissors to grindi
any pots, pans or kettles to mendT
shouted the man as he pushed his
little machine with a grindstone and
emery-wheel, and shocking pan of
charcoal dangling from it, before
him. The barrows of the sort, the
only difference being that under
meath, just above the tredle; was a
sort of fat box, with a rug laid in il
"a very cozy little nest indeed.
"Grandpa, me ride" presently
said the child.
Jump in then, Kitty" and the
child curled herself up in the fiat
tray, and was presently fast asleep.
All the day the man wheeled his
grindstone from street to street, with
the child some times awake, trotting
alongside and prattling gayly, some,
times sitting up or lying in her little
cradle.
When darkness came on, he turn
ed from the crowded streets, and
ceased his monotonous cry. He
was evidently on his way homeward
Westward he went,up Oxford stree
and along the Edgeware road, and
through side street to small arch
way. Up this he drove his grinding
machine into a small yard, there qn
der cover of a shed, he slowed away
his barrow, and lifting the sleeping
child out of the rough cradle, he
carried her tenderly up stairs to 6
room at the top of the house, then
laying her down on the bed, he pro
ceeded to strike a light. Leaving
the candle burning, he went down
stairs again and out into the crowd
ed road. There he bought some hot
potatoes from an itinerant vender
some bread and some butter, and 8
pint of tea at coffeeshop. This
last he put into a tin he had brought
with him; and then went back agair
to his room. He arranged his pllr
.chases to the best effect upon tbs
little table, and then proceeded tC
wake up the child.
wake up, Kitty, you little sleep
head! Tea is ready, all hot, potatoe;
and everything"
The child sat up, rubbed her eyes,
and then scrambled off the bed ant
clambered up on her grandfather
knee.
"NIe sleep SO, SO long," holding
out her arms to the fullest extent.
Yes, Kitty, and you would have
slept ali night if 1 would have lei
you"
aGood grandpa, good nice supper
the child said, as she tried to eat
hot potatoe.
"Yes, isn't it first rate; Kitty
You get it for nothing. Miss Tuck
err YOU know, had to sing for hel
"Not Miss Tucker, grandpa--Tom
my Tucker. Tommy must havt
been a boy, you know"
Eyes, Of course, Kitty; Well you
know, he had to sing for his supper.
81 will sing, grandpa" and sh.
slipped off his knee and stood will
her hands folded reverently, anC
sang the Doxology at the end of the
Evening Hymn. 1t was not, perhap
much like the air; but she sang the
words clearly and distinct in he
child-voice.
The old man had ceased eating a
she began, and clasped his hands be
fore him too. A tear stood in hi
eyes as she finished:
Every nice, Kitty, there's a dea
You have earned your supper; tn
potatoes are not to hot to eat now.
Kitty climbed up again on he
grandfather's knee, and ate her SUP
per contentedly, prattling meantim
about a thousand things.
"Now, grandpa, tell me story.
"What shall it be pussy? JdcI
the Giant-ktller, Puss IN Boots, 0
jack and the Beanstalk, or what!'
"TRe Far one trith the GOIde.
Locks, grandpa. 1 like that best.
The old man gravely began his stor,
but he had not gone far before til
leyelids closed over the blue eyes, an
the little head sank on his shoulde
"There, Kitty" he said, ''that
enough for tonight Wake VI
dear; say your prayers, and 60 o
to bed"
The child reused up a little, III
dressed herself-fOr she was hand
little woman-and then came bac
lin her white night-gown. climbed u
again on her grandfathers kne'
and folding her hands, repeated
little prayer. Then she said,
have not filed your pipe, grandpa;
and going to a corner, she fetched
long pipe, and filled it with tobacc
from pouch the old man hande
her. watched until he had lit 1t, an
then held up her face to be kissed:
Now you are cumfe,n she sait
"Kitty will go to bed and watch yol
1t was not long she watched. l
a few minutes the long fringe dope
over the eyes, and the child was
sleep.
Either the pipe did not draw wei
or the smoker was more thoughtf'
than usual; for several times he r.
lighted it, each time in a mechanics
way, as if he wers thinking deepl,,
He was a man of perhaps tifty,hV
years old; his hair was very gra.,
but he had an upright carriage, an
some thing of the air OF an old SO
dier. His eyes was bright and clea
"a kind and honest, and yet
shrewd eye.
ut is time to try" he said at La
to himself: Il have put it of Ion
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