South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1875-10-15

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ne shook his smail DIST inpo.ently in the
direction which the q man had taken.
But In an instant feeling Of forlorn
wretchedness came over him-no tempt
ing bit OF cake-no purple grapes for
poor katy-perhaps not. even a supper,
for he knew that his mothers wages
must go towards the rent Of the room.
They depended entirely on his exertion
Tor their evening meal, and the sun was
declining in the west already.
The reflection was too much for his
boyish heart, and he was sobbing VIC.
lentiy, when . gentle hand was laid on
his shoulder. lie started up, and before
him stood q pleasant gentleman, who
watched the whole transaction.
There. my boy.s he said, laying .
silver dollar in the boys hand palm,
that will set you up again. No thsnlks !;
the money was intended for some piece
Of extravaganza, and choose to use it
thus. But remember this. my boy {;
when you are pushed down in the race.
don't stop to rub your bruises, but pick
yourself up and start againl''
jamie thought that the smile with
which this was said the pleasantest and
kindest expression that ever frightened
q human face but ere he could stammer
out his thanks. the gentleman was gone.
The boy started for home with light
and joyous heart, stopping to purchase
the cherished morsels OF fruit and cake
on his way. The gentleman walked
leisurely up Broadway. Seeing in a
bookstore the title Of newly published
work that he had much desired to read,
his footsteps involuntarilyt turned in that
direction, but in an instant he went on
buttoning up his pockets, and murmur-
ing to himself, with a smile, Cant af.
ford it; one luxury in day ought to be
enough y There was vas. difference
between tho man and child in their ca.
pacities fer enjoyment, but both were
happy that night.
The supper was joyful ceremony in
the garnet room that evening. The
grapes pleased Hates delicate appetite
to charm. and the story of the dollar was
listened to with interest.
IL wise L could see the kind gentle.
man," said the child, earnestly; II
would give him my beautiful rose, if he
liked flowers"
She looked strangely beautiful that
night, her head resting on her brothers
shoulder, while jamie fed her with the
jnicy berries, one by one, rs bird might
feed its young.
"Why, how bright the color in your
cheek is" cried jamie; II believe Won
have been stealing the red shadows from
your favorite rose. Mother, l am sure
Katy will get we'll"
The next morning, while yet the COL
den spear Of sunrise was in rest among
the purple hills. Katy died.
The moss Of twenty years had gath.
eredupon katy's head-stone-thc violets
OF twenty years had hlossomed over her
grave, and i. was glorious autumn day
whose light streamed along the busy
thorouShtare, and shone on the magnifi-
cent marble erection devoted to the ex
tensive operations ofthe celebrated Bank
Of K
A splendid carriage, cushioned with
velvet, and glittering brightly in the sun
shine. was drawn mp opposite the door,
waiting to take the great banker to the
palatial home.
The spirited horse. foaming and pran.
cling, could hardly be curbed, and the
driver looked wonderingly towards the
door, and marvelei why his usually
punctual master did not come.
Mr.. Arnet stood in little Office open.
ing from the main bank. where the long
rows OF clerks were bending over their
desks. lie had been looking over n lit.
tie pocket.book, which he always carried
about him, for some note or bill; and as
he turned its pages, bit of folded pa.
per dropped out.
The banker opened it, and although
twenty years had dea1ened the first
edge of his sorrow. the tears rushed TO
his eyes as they fell on the contents. A
pencil-sketch, rude and unfinished. of n
meek-browed child-a lock OF soft brown
hair, and that perfnmed dust Of crimson
rose-these were dearcr to the banker
than his vaults Of yellow gold.
As he looked ut them, n tremulous
voice without arrested his car.
81 would be glad il you would buy.
gentlemen, for my need is very great.
l have q sickly daughter at home. who
must he fed"
nc CA aOOuJ your BUSINESS, was
the sharp rejoinder. Il won't let Won
in. Don't you see you are not wanted
here %
The voice seemed to strike respon.
sive chord in the rich mans heart; sure.
he had heard its mild tones before
lie partially opened the door. and called
out sternly:
Waters. show the gentleman in, If
you please"
The abashed clerk. obeyed not with.
out surprise, and the bowed old man.
with his heavy basket OF Strawberries.
came humbly into the private room of
the great banker.
will you take n chair?" politely in.
CURED Mr.. Arnet, moving forward a
luxurious futem.
The old man took off his hat apolooet.
ically.
Sir, fear that intrude OIL your
valuable time. If You would buy some
OF my fruit--necessity. Won know il