Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1875-11-24


| never complains nor nothin'. Mos
all christian ladies gives me littl
money once in while for him, but h,
} don't never spend none of it. HI
5 sends it all to the poor heathens as
can't hear about such things"
"What a good, unselfsh boy he is !!
saidsNliss Susan. iii give you 6
dollar to give him and you tell him
for me, that he'll get rewarded for his
, goodness certain and she took
} flush, crisp bill out of her purse and
handed it to the unsel6sh lame boy's
unselfsh friend.
"Thank ye, kindly, marm," said
Bob, eyeng the morey with most IN
tense satisfaction. "ile'll be so qrey7g
pleased marm We enjoys goin' te
Sunday School together so much, ant
when we grows up, we means tc
b'long to the Young Mems Christian
'Sociation. That's all our hopes now
marm.
"What passages Of Scripture are
they illustratin' in the Sunday School
now ?" asked Miss Susan, much in.
terested.
"Marm ?" queried Bob, a little be-
wildered.
Il mean, what did your teacher tell
you about last Sunday" ;" said Miss SIT
san.
"Oh!" said Bob, after minutes
hesitation, "WelI, last Sunday it were
about Moses the jew, and Jonah as
swallered the whale, and the forty
two bears us eats the two wicked
children Now that's very inter
estin story, amt it marm?' said Bob
enthusiastically.
"Yes very" said Miss Susan, think
inc Bob had got a little mixed But
no matter, it was Scripture, at any
rate. "Now | will 90 up stairs and
get nice warm shawl to send to your
little sister, and you may come to-
morrow and pile my wood for me. if
you like
eyes marm !" said Bob, 'I'Il be
sure to be here, and thank yc kindly,
marmw
And so Miss Susan went up stairs
for the shawl, and no sooner was she
out of sight than--oh | grieve to
say it, but it is true Bob, the prom
ising unday,School scholar, and the
hopeful candidate for the Young
Mems Christian Association, placed
his finger on one side of his nose, and
nearly twisted his small body into
commissions, in his efforts to keep from
laughing aloud and then seizing a
newspaper which lay on the table, he
hastily wrapped it around the chicken
pie and tucked it unGcr his arm, and
was out of the house and out of sight
in less than minute.
Miss Susan came down stairs with
not only the shawl, but a warm roll of
honnels in her hands, wiping her eyes
occasionally and saying to herself
show glad am that Providence sent
that dear boy here it is such com.
fort to encourage such praiseworthy
conduct Why bless my soul, where
has he gone to And the door wide
open and the chicken pie gone too -
she gasped in her astonishment, feel
ing that the earth was receding under
her feet.
But when the whole wicked truth
dawned upon her bewildered senses,
wasn't Miss Susan Crockett any angry
woman
"Oh! that villainous boy that
wicked, wicked impostor y she chok-
ed, 'and my beautiful chicken pie
stolen that was goin to be my main
tomorrow, and the minis.
ter's folks all coming to dinner and
nothing but the turkey and mince pie
to give them /! And my blue set
broken that I've kept so careEll for
twenty years, for | cant get saucer to
match it anywhere. Oh it's too
much T.
But the loss of the chicken pie and |
the saucer was nothing, compared to
the humiliation of being so easily
md completely, and irremediably S
taken in. S
However, we will leave Miss Susan t
% come to her senses as best she may,
md follow the wicked Bob as he went
along, carrying the chicken |
Die carefully under his arm. Now s
his Bob was certainly very wicked t
)ov | think he must have been the t
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