Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1873-02-08

81 shall go out rs q snow boy
while you remain there, just as
wrapt you up, and see what lots o.
cash shall earn. God has sent the
snow 10 be our friend; The sROiC shall
make us firel"
"My poor MANNED Childi" whis-
pered the widow TO herself: "but
God has grsciously given him 3
cheerful hearth
The snow had fallen as heavily and
rapidly in London as in the coun-
try. When Joe got out at the street
door the streets were nearly block
ed up, the omnibuses did not run,
the few cabs that appeared came out
with all the dignity Of a pair Of
horses; but the most remarkable
| thing of all was the intense silence
OF the immense city. Although
| hensington is generally considered
q quiet suburb, yet il has, in our
| opinion, a more than fair share Of
noise and hustle; but on the I'd Of
January il was as though we were
stricken with plague. The only
sound in our villas was made by the
rough voices of speculating nav
Yies, who kept continually suggest
ing that we must have the snow
cleared -"Clear your snOwl clear
your snow!"-terrifying the ser
wants by information conveyed down
the areas that il we did not "clear
our snow, we'd be had up and pun
shed,-Worse than not sweeping
l'chimneys regular il war"
BOYS crept about with shoVels and
brooms, but were kept in awe by
the navvies, who monopolized the
/ trade.
Little Joe was somewhat per-
picked, after his determination to
90 out As a "snow-bOy," by the fact
that he had neither shovel nor
| broom.
After little consideration, heed
less of snow drift or snow shower,
he took his way to the bakers, and
entered the shop hopefully.
"Drat those boys" said the ba-
ker's wife, "they neither give nor
take rest! What do you want now?"
please, ma'am, IL had a broom
and a shovel / could earn something
for my mother by clearing away
snow"
EWell!"
Il thought the good gentleman
here, who was so kind 10 me yes
terday, might lend 'em to me. .-
Mother and had beautiful tea last
night-than you, ma'am; but we
have very little of anything for to-
day"
The baker entered the shop be-
fore his wife had time TO answer.
ga shovel and a broom, is it?"
said the Jolly baker. "And because
was kind to you yesterday, You
expect me to be kind to you to-
day?"
"Hope, sir-nOt quite expect"
ooh, oh Z" said the baker, "cbop's
words, does il? And lend them,
how do l know you would return
them?"
al would promise you, sir; moth
life; you might go to mother and
ask her."
The baker lent the child what he
had requested; and at five o'clock,
he had not returned.
81 told you so, said the bakers
wife.
eyes, my dear: but as you did not
believe 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 much like poor
Lyddy Boyd"
"She was fool" said the bakers
wife.
Because she married the man she
loved? Did you not do the same?"
81 did not marry q scamp" an
swered the bakers wife; and tho
she was dusting the counter with
her apron, she looked proudly 1T
her husband at the same time.
s'Here 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 a
two penny loaf, and here are the
coppers. l made tenpence half
penny; and at one house the lady,
beside the money, gave me this
tract, and a great bum"
(Which you ate?' said the ba-
ker's wife.
go no.' he exclaimed; 81 kept it
for my mother"
"What is your mothers name?"
inquired the baker.
MRS. Lloyd, SIR"
"AIrs. Lloyd?' he repeated-"Lyd-
dy Lloyd?"
81 don't know, sir, as 10 the Lyd-
dy; | never heard her called any
thing but Mrs. Lloyd l call her
mother"
"Was her name Boyd before she
was married."
at might be, sir; she has a broth
er, / knOw-Uncle Boyd"
''Does he not take care of her?'
"No, sir; he's very hard, sir, /
know, to mother; and she prayE so
much for him, double to what she
does for me. Good night, sir aud
mistressp' lie paused and then
asked, 'If il was to snow again to-
night, sir, would you please lend me
them things again?'
''Pll tell you as we 20 along" an
swered the baker, 81 shall 90 with
YOU to see your mother"
Joe was very glad when the ba-
ker enclosed his solitary cold hand
in his large warm one; and when
the child said he must stop and in
uuire at the coal-shed about coal, his
friend only laughed and astOnished
him by the rapidity and the magni-
tude of his purehases,-hot soup
and meat from coOkshOp, tea, SUI
car, three large candles, a hundred
OF coal, and all for Joe's mOtheri-
At last the child burst into tears.
"What is the matter now, little
snow-boy?" inquired the baker.
Nothing, sir; only mother will
have all she wants without my
helpw
"No, nay child; it Is all through
YOU that she will receive this little
help from an old friend. If you
had not practiced self-help, and low
ed YOUR mother, you would not
have enlisted my sympathy and had
my help"
:sMother was afraid Of the snow"
said little Joe, "but ! told her il
came for good"
"Did you ever hear this, little
suow-boy," inquired the baker,
.sThat all things work together for
the good of those who love the
Lord?"
..Yes, sir; mother has said il, tho
she's so dull at times. This is the
house, but 1 think you are too broad
across the shoulders TO get up the
ton stairs. For an instant the ba-
ker doubted, and looked iuquiring-
at the child; could it be that he had
made up a story about his mother?
But Joe added, "YOu can get up
sideways, sir, as the landlady does
when she comes for rent"