Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-03-17

as give bad money 10 child like that y
Please, sir, know he didn't intend it 4;
he spoke Kind to me he didn't know il
WAS BAD"
The jolly baker looked altentively at
the little boy.
"See here, my lad; il you knew The coin
WAS bad. the sin will be heavy on you (;
but believe you did nOli you wanted
TODD for your mother, and you would MOI
let blame tall on the absent two right
things. God help you chiid!' he added,
pityiugly; 'you LOOK half starved! Give
me back that loaf, and here is bigger
one; aud. missis hand over one OF those
ounces OF tea and half pounds of sugar
We made up Tor our poor customers; and
there's three sound penny pieces for your
little one only always look To your silver
before you pass ii in future! ~
Joe could not speak for quite u minute !;
he walked 10 the shop. door. and then
turned back "lf you please. you do not
think knew that mouey was bad p
mo"
THANK you. sir. rll-never forget it
never, sir" and giving vent to one large
sob. he left the shop.
Taere was feasting in the widows attic
that night 10 be sure, Joe was obliged To
make candle.screen with his hat. or the
poor thin little candle would have been
blown out by the wind that whlsted
through the chattering window but there
Was blush cup .! hot water with an
infusion of tea and milk. aud tiny little
what would have seemed TO many very
snial. mercy and there was earnest
lprayer: aud huddlud under their scauty
ciOlhng. the mother aud child slept
sOuud!J, aud awoke in the morning tn the
consciousness that as the snow. having
found It's way through the broken paues
ol the attic window, vas heaped The
door. and the neishborinS roofs and Chin
neYs wero like mountains of dazzling
white there must have been heavy tall
during the night.
Were showed up, Joe " said The poor
widow; land the end will soon come; /;
rhiS cold will Kill me-"
Not bit OF it. mother" said little
Joe. cheeriiy. while mou ding SNOWFALL
out ol the snow cn the door.
Il shall go out US y snow boy, while
YOU remain there, just as wrap you up.
and see what lots OF cash shall earn -
God has sent the snow to be cur friend /;
.he snow shall make US fire ~
My poor maimed child bu. God has
graciously given him cheerful heart
The snow had fallen as heavily in Lon
Ion MS in the country When Joe got out
at the street door the streets were nearly
blocked up, The omnibusOs did not run,
the few cabs that appeared came out with
all the dignity of pair OF horses; bat the
\ tAoeb lSiLsi hHO'S NH'hS "So AuV AH'V'"O
silense OF the immense city.
Little Joe was somewhat perplexed.
alter his determination, 10 go out aS n
snow boy, by the fact tha, he had neither
broom or shovel.
Alter little consideration. Needless oi
snow.driGs or snow shower, he took his
way to the bakers aud ed the shop
hopefully.
"Drat those boys" said the bakers
wife They neither give nor take rest
What do you want now?"
Please. main. il had broom aud "a
shovel | could earn something for my
mother by clearing away tho snow"
WELL
81 thought the good gentleman here,
who was SO kind to me yesterday. might
lend them 10 me. Mother and had
besuliful lea last night-thank you mann;
but va have very little Ol any ylhing Tor
to. day"
The baker entered the shop before his
wife bad time TO answer.
a shovel and broom. is il ?" said the
| FOLLY baker. And because ] WAS kind
to you yesterday, you expect me to be
Kind to YOU 10 day ?"
Hope. sit. not quite expect"
'Oh, OH" said the baker. "chops
words does il? Aud did | lend them to
how Jo | know that you would return
lbem?"
IL would promise you. sir; mother
knows that never tod lie in my life;
you migh' go TO mother and ask her"
The baker lent the child what be re.
quesred; and at FIVE o'clock he had not
returned
Il told you So" said the bakers vile
Yes. my dear, but as you did not be-
lieve 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 Lyddy Boyd"
She was TOOL, said the bakers WIFE
because she married the man she
oved? Did you not do the sameF"
al did not marry scamp" answered
the bakers wife; and though she was
du.ting the counter with her apron. she
looked proudly at her husband at the
same time.
Here comes our little snow boy" said
the baker, as Joe, weary aud foot sore.
but smiling, went past The window.