The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1871-08-30

sell moment, save on Satur
dahIternoons, when he went t
thkSouse of small tradesman t,
ts h tho piano to three or tou
Ve stupid girls. Sundays h
cr d up in his den, and amused
NJ II, nobody knew bow, unit
= morning.
There are few certainties; h,
never went to church but be pick
ed ragged children from the pave
ment when they fell near him, anC
| gave them half pennies when hC
had any, shared his dinner often
! with NANCY, dirty cur, who acted
as a sort Of escape-Valve for the ILL
temper of half the men and women
in the street; and he reused Pat
Ryan from his midnight snooze in
the gutter many a cold night, and
literally carried him home to
Norah and the children
AS for his honesty, a neighbor
remarked, IF he found five shillings
in the street, he'd wear out ten
shillings worth of strength and
shoe leather to find The owner
One cold night Paul was return
ing from his work, with a loaf Of
bread under one arm and a violin
under the other, when at the street
door he STUN bled, and nearly fell
over small object crouched on the
step.
Bless rs! What's this2' cried
Paul, striving to regain his equll-
ibrium.
Only me sirr and the small ob-
ject stood up, and became a very
pale, thin aud ragged child.
Are you hurt, little girl?'
No, SIR
What are you doing out here in
the cold 2
Nothing
why don't you go homer
4 amt got anvr
Dear mel Where's your moth
er 2
IN heaven =
At this Paul was dumbiounded
and seeing that great tears were /
ste ling down the child's wan face,
be thrust the violin under the arm
which bad held the bread, and put
ting the other around the tiny fg +
nre, he said, On I've got q home
"a really jolly place! Come up
and see
And this is the way old Paul
came to have neat little house
keeper, and to be buying calico
gowns and shoes out of his poor
salary.
People wondered at the sight of
his bent old man, hitherto alone
md urcared for, now walking daily
o his work with his hand upon the
ihoulder of the odd, yet pretty
aced girl, looking ather with hon
'st pride Frightening his eyes, and
aughing as loud as she whenever
he joke came in. But old Paul
ooked unconcerned, evaded the
Iuestions Of the curious, and learn
d to love nothing better in this
world than the little waif, Camilla.
There were many, many days,
Vhen rheumatism drew Paul up by
he fire in the old, back attic, and
rev the last penny out of the di-
apidated old purse; but brave lit
lie Camilla, never forgetting how
ear death she had been on that
litter night of their meeting, al
rays found a word to ward off hun
er, and courage to keep them both
right until help came.
The winter of 1856 came in like
lion, as many "A poor wretch well !
emembers, and with the first
last came Paul's enemy. He turn
d one night sad face from his
arm corner in Bertmann's shop
mong the violins, and hobbled up !
ne cold street, feeling the reproach
the old rheumatic pains, and
what would become of {
is poor little Camilla. |
His excitement carried him up 6
, the last flight of stairs, and hear {
lg Camilla's voice, he paused to S
est and to listen. She was singing 8
1 that sweet and expressive man S
er which made her voice seem to t
i'm the sweetest and purest he had t
YER heard. At the end of the 6
ANA he took breath, and another :
oice said, Child you astonish me. I
ither l am a poor judge of music,
r else your voice is the finest I a
yer heard. You are right in pre-
rring its cultivation to anything 6
se.' t
An electric thrill shot through a