Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-12-25

Noru.
This night the other came, from Luey's al
,hilJ, begging tor herself and mother. C.
The half-dollar and its golden-hair do.
nor came still nearer, and in his easy i
chair the old man sat, aud something like Il
a tear plashed Upon the velvet trimming L
of his dressing-gown.
=
Madam, have you got pinch or so ol
eatnip? I'm half dead with a cold, and
must confess that | am too poor to buy
Worsel'
The delicate woman looked up from her
sewing at the abrupt entraucc ofthls man.
and said. quietly:
81 am very sorry, but have none.
Won't you sit by our fre?"
al thank you, don't care it do +
I'm about frozen, aud don't know as
shall ever be any warmer. These Boston
winds disagree with me"
&" So you are not native otthls city!
e. No ma'am. I'm New Yorker.
Rather scedy, l suppose, you think
Il was not thinking. Olive, dear
put aside your writing. You will surely
iniure your eyes
Writing, hey for living little girl?"
TIE weary head was raised, and pair
of clear hazel eyes looked into his own.
How like her dead fathers
c "Yes, sir; for living"
Hard work If had such ahtte girl
o | should feel sorry to see her at such
n labor"
Olive iaid aside her pen, and came
|, forward.
is 81 must do something, sir; and the
- present prices paid for sewing would moi
il keen IN other and | in bread. | am poor
o. ly paid, even now, for the amount OF time
Q and labor expended; but were | to take t(
&C the needle, we should starve!'
II "Y ou are a sad looking glrI, Olive"
- Both mother aud daughter looked up
!. surprised at his fam larty, but the ex
9 presion in his face satisfied them, am
=, they said nothing.
: Don't wonder at my manner chic
ID I'm poor lonely man, and apt to cate
At A bit Of real, kind true-hartedness. llk
that which | see in your face, as a drowr
~ ing man catches at straws."
"Oh, do not wonder at you !-and
:, you are lonely, you must come here
often as you ike, and chat with us.
is poor fresdc but wide one an
:. YOU will always be welcome"
~ "What is your namo, young Iadyf'
80. "Oive Orampton.' ..
49, Champion! Champion F.! That nan
\. is very familiar Any relation to old l.
" :. ), on Champion, of New York ~
e. e. !" lie is my unc'e, sir Oh, do y
know anything about him?'
"Is that man your uncle? lsit pos
~ that he has a niece working herself
" death when he has millious?"
;. I don't think Uncle Lyon knows
real circumstances.
:, "lf he did, perhaps he would not h
Co., you
80 6 think he would" said the qu
7 mother. IL knew him when we "
- children, and years could not change
generous soul like his. am more
~ clined to think that Olives letters hi
failed to reach him
a. This was the way Mrs. Champion
;, her daughter came to know the stra
tenant in the next room,
, He was a strange creature, coming
), going at all hours, making great $
- "A Of brown bread loavos and kindlipg-w'
fslt and coming in shivering, now and t
words 10 crouch oesiuV 'ioii n'o' !
b;s Sometimes he stole in and found Z
alone eating sparingly ofdry bread
. voo ing rcsoutcly away the tiny piece OF
ter and pot Of tea, lest they should
.o.,od wanting when mother came to eat;
H. when he did 50, there were drops shl
forgot o'' ms W." Wv IY
twltched nervously.
). en- He saw the cloth boots, patched
IA darned, and stiff with repeated drencl
.na and dryings and the blue, unsloved
g gers and thin shawl he heard the
ay ac- ''f' s0'"A' J. haa
knew that this little hazel eyed girl
n;oh struggling hand to live.
es, sill Sometimes he sprang up and Ian
is ee- hand upon the latch; then he sat
Without quietly; but altogether he was stl
year to eccentric beng.
Christians morning was bright
came, and early there came knock upol
telling Murrays door, and when he opened