Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1872-03-30
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&C M old lcnomcnt.huusc In Man.
haitian street. Tho room from
which !, tame was the dwelling
place Of Old Meg the rHg.pickcr,
aud her little son Willie, For
seven years -hs had been IN inmate
of the same rom, and nearly every
morning, ut M early hour, she went
forth in search of rags, aud her lit.
tie son went 10 his p'acc Of employ.
mcnt down town.
Willie Was q bright faced curly.
haired little fellow, Of some thir.
teen years, aud was the hope and
pride of his gray,haircd mother.
"Old Meg. (Willic's mothor,) rs
the boy used to call her, was about
forty years old; but her road through
life being rough, aud her urdens
heavy to bear, she looked much
older. Everybody in the rcighbor.
hood knew her to be IN honest,
God.ituring woman, She troubled
nobody; and since her husband s
death, some ten years before, had
worked hard to support her little
son, and let him receive us much
education is possible.
On the morning in question, she
was up at the usual hour, and her
scanty meal was spread for herself
and Willie. The room IN which
they were living was not.ncpy large,
nor WAS the furniture extensive ;
but every thinglmd the appearance
Oh the most scrupulous ncatncss.
After they had been seated ut the
table few moments and Willic's
mother had asked blessing, Willie
said:
"Mothcr, you must let me 90 and
gather the rags to day. | have II
holiday, and you do not look well.
| know the rounds, for, you know,
! used to so with you often before
went to work for Mr.. Williams.
My son." said his mother, "thi,
is the only holiday you have had
for six mouths, and | would not
like to take it from you"
Never mind mother; I'm young
and don't mind work. You won't
have to 80 out many moro morn
ings, for Mr.. Williams is going to
rails. my wages soon, and then !
shall make enough to keep us with
out you working
And the LITTLE lcliow's>cyes beam,
cd with pleasure at the thought of
his mother not working any more,
"WclI, Willie, .ppifoei Mrs. Mat
thcws, "you may go out in my place
to-day aud | will rest"
Willie soon flushed his breakfasts
and taking the bag and hook, kissed
has mothor's:paIe cheek, and with
he. kind |"God bless you !" followed
him.. went down the rickety, stairs
apdi atotho chilly autnmn twilight,
TO commence his search for rags.
By noon. Willio had nearly filled
lis bs.g,, and was on his way home
w;'ld. AS no WAS passing II mill.
ncr y storo he saw some scraps lY
ing bY tbs side ol;the curb, which
had b, Ell swept tromthe shop, and
setting his bag down, lie began. to
gather tifem Up, He had them
nearly ali picked up. and put in !.
cap prcpara tory to- putting, the m
in his bag, ~'lien something l., i,,s
close to tho sidewalk ,attracte i his
attention. He stoopsd. dow and
picked it up. Wnatl was lis sur.
prise " find it was npoe n.t.bool,,
and % all appearances. we'd filled.
W file opencdit, and one look at
e centcnts caused hif, heart to leap
wiN>>joy. Stmising it quickly in
Nis'ppckct, heahou'.d .red the bag,
and" startodf as Est AZ he could to.
ward homss
Asho'trwdged along with his bag
ophia'back, ne pictured his moth.
Gr's surprise when he should tell
her what he lad found, and shew
her tho pile OF money which be
k,,cw the pocket. book contained.
lie soon reached homo, and SET
ting his bag down ty the door, fair
~ flew Up stairs, threw open the
door, rushed rto his mothcr's pres
encc, and exclaimed
90, mother, I've found foitune!'
And without waiting for his
mothcrto speak, ho pulled out the
pocket. book, and commenced to
count the money.
"Fourtecn hund. ed dollars = he
exclaimed, when he counted the
roll of bank bills. Isn't that
fortune mothcr'
Where did you get it, Willie?"
SAID his mother quietly.
IL found it among some rags in
s'ont of Il millinery store" answer
cd Willie looking at the pocket, book
But here 4 name, mother he
continued, as he raised the fly leaf
1T is Horace Carpenter, Mo-
Broadway But he must be rich
and will not miss it, and VIC need
it so badly"
"But my son, it would be steal
ing TO keep it Honesty is the best
policy so you had better take it to
Us owner, and if he does not reward
YOU. God will"
Without word of remonstrance,
Willie rose, saying
Il will do as you cay, mother,
and if he offers me reward, | will
not take it. >
go then my boy, and God pros.
per you," said his mother.
So eff he started for the store Of
Mr.. Carpenter. When he arrived
there he asked if Mr.. Carpenter
was in. On being told DO was, he
raid that he wanted to sec him. A
clerk went to side door and called
him, and in few moments no en-
tered. Willie stepped up to him
and said:
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