Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1872-07-05

| awoke i'll the morning 20 the consciousness
that as the snow, having found its way
through the panes of the attic window, was
! heaped on the floor, and the neighboring
roofs and chimneys Were like mountains
! of 'EdaZZling white" there must have been
"heavy fall'' during the night.
"We're showed up, Joe," said the poor
widow; "and the end will soon come; this
cold will kill me-"
''Not bit of it, mother" said little Joe,
cheerily, while moulding a snow ball out of
the snow on the floor.
81 shall go out as a Snow-boy, while YOU
remain there, just as l wrap you up, and
see what lots of cash l shall earn. God
has sent the SNOW to be our friend; the
Sno,o shall make us fire."
"My poor manned childm whispered
the widow to herself "but God has gra-
ciously given him a cheerful heartr'
The snow had fallen as heavily and as
rapidly i'll London as in the country
When Joe got out at the street door the
streets We're nearly blocked UD, the Omn-
buses did not run, the few cabs that APP
peared came out with all the dignity OF
horses; but the most remarkable thing of
all was the intense silence OF the immense
city. Although kensington is generally
considered quiet, dignified suburb, yet it
has, i'll our opinion, a more than fair share
ary it was as though we were stricken
with plague. The only sound in our
villas was made by the rough voices OF
speculating navVies, who kept continually
suggesting that we must have the snow
cleared. "Clear your snow. clear your
SNOW v'-teIritying the servants by infor-
nation conveyed down the areas that if
we did not "clear our snow, we'd be had
up and punished-worse than not sweep
ing chimneys regular it was"
Boys srept about with shOVelS and
brOoms, but were kept III awe by the nay
vies, who mOnopolized the trade
Little Joe was somewhat perpleNed, after
his determination to go ont as ''snow-
boy" by the fact that he had neither shov.
el nor broom.
After little consideration, needless OF
snow-dritt OF snoW-showcr, hc took his
way to the bakers, and entered the shop
hopeful.
''Drat those boys" said the bakers wife,
'they neither give nor take rest What do
YOU want now >"
+ "I'lease, mann, ii had a broom and a
shovel [ could earn something for my
mother by clearing away SNOW"
"Well -
81 thought the good gentleman here.
| who was SO kind to mo yesterday, might
| lend them TO me. Mother and l had 4
! beautiful tea last night-thank VOu,
ma am; but we have very little Of anything
! tor to-day"
The baker entered the shop before his
wife had time 10 answer.
"a shovel and broom, is it a.' said the
| jolly baker. "Ant because | was kind 70
you yesterday, you expect me 10 be kind
to you to-day ~
"Hope, sir, not quite expect
ooh. oil" said the baker, 'chOps words,
GO6s IT? And if L did lend them, how do
l know you would return them?'
81 would promise you, Sill; mother knows
never told lie in my life; you might go
TO mother and ask her."
The baker lent the child what he re-
quested; at five o'clock he had not re-
turned.
g told you so, said the bakers wife.
" Yes, my dear; but as you did not be-
leVc what you said yourself, how could
you expect me to believe you? The child
has an honest face has, | am sure, been
well brought up, and, moreover, is very
like poor Liddy Boyd"
"She was ii fool" said the bakers wife.
4" Because she married the man she
loved? Did not you do the same 10
" did not marry scamp" answered
the bakers wife; and though she
was dusting the counter with her apron
/
same time.
"lIere comes our little snOw-boy," said
| the baker, as Joe, weary and foot sore, but
| smiling, went past the window.
Here's your shovel and BROOM" said
the little fellow, " and many thanks, Sir :;
and, please, L want IL twO-penny loaf, and
here arc the coppers-I made tenpence
haltpenny and ut one house the lady, be-
sides the money, gave Inc this tract, and a
! great bun"
Which you ate ~ said the bakers
wife.
80 no; he exclaimed "I kept it for
! mother"
"What is your mothers name 20 inqlir-
ed the baker.
Mrs. Lloyd SIR
Mrs. Lloyd?'' he repeated. " Liddy
Lloyd"
:" dor.'t know, Sir, as to the Liddy !; l
never heaId her called anything but Mrs.
Lloyd. | call her mother"
WAS her name Boyd before she mar
ricd?''
at might be, sir; she has brother,
knOw-Uncle Boyd"
"DoeS he not take care of her?"
NO, sir; he's very hard, sir, 1 know, TO
mother; and she prays SO much for him;
double to what she does for me. Good
night, Sir, and mistress :" lie paused, and
! then asked, elf it was to SNOW again to-
! night, sir, would you please lend me them
things again."
Ill tell you as we go along" answered
! the baker. Il Shall so with YOU TO see
! your mother
| Joe was very glad when the baker IL
/ closed his solitary cold hand in his large
warm one and when the child said he
must stop and inquire at the cOal-shed
about coal, his friend only laughed and as
tOnished him by the rapidiiy and the mag
ntude of his purchaSes-hOt soup and
meat from a cookshOp, tea, sugar, three
large candles, and hundred Of coal, and
all for Joe's mOthe4! At last the child
burst into tears.
"What is the matter now, little SLOW
boy ," inquired the baker.
Nothing, si.'; only mother will have all
She wants without my iIrlp,'
NO, my child; it j., all through y0u that
she VIII receive this little help from All old
trioId. If you had not practiced selt-help,
and loved your mother. You would not
have enlisted my sympathy and had my
help
"AIotlIcr was afraid Of the snow," said
little Joe, ''but l told her it came for
Good.'
"Did you ever hear this, little snow
boy" inquired the blkcr-""That all
Things work together for good TO those who
love The LOrd.""
. Yes, sill mother has said it, though
shes SO dull 1T times. This is the house,
but think you are too broad across the
/ shoulders to get up the top stairs For
All instant the baker doubted. ana looked
inqIiIin4Iy ut the child; could it be that
he had made up story about his mother.
But Joe added, d" You can get up sideways,
sir, as the landlahy does when she comes
/ for rent"