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


door, when there was such wealtl
of warmth and freight inside anC
so she told him he might come in anC
get warm, inwardly resolving to kee]
one eye on him however, for she wa
quite determined never to be taken il
again.
"A pretty cold day marm!" begar
the boy, holding his dirty hands be
fore the blaze.
Every cold,' assented Miss Susan
putting another big stick into th'
stove.
Then long pause, during which
the boy seemed lost in thought, an,
Miss Susan seemed lost in her knit
ting, but all the while she was think
ing Il wont say much to him,
don't like his looks exactly, and
don't want boys hanging round here
anyway.
"Guess my little sister will be cold
too; broke the boys voice upon the
silence.
$50 you've got a sister then ?" sale
Miss Susan
Yes marin !" quavered the boy.
"a poor little sister as is living to
home, while try to earn some bread
for her
''ls she very poor and in want
then ?" asked Miss Susan thawing a
little.
"Oh yes marin !" said the boy, "she
hain't had nothin' to eat for mcnth,
and she haint got but one old gown f;
nothn else in the world to wear but a
plaid handkerchief as kind Christian
lady give me for her ~
"Dear me Y sighed Miss Susan,
thawing very fast, chow dreadful !!
Maybe can find something TO send
to her. am so sorry for poor peo-
pie"
"We would be very grateful
marm,' replied the boy. "Sho sets
there a shiverin' all day, while
mother is a cryin' in the corner cause
she can't get no work."
"Why, | thought you told me you
were an orphan ~ interrupted Miss
Susan suspiciously.
$50 | be marm! a poor lonely Or
phan without neither father nor
mother ! was just u thinkin of the
past, marm-thC past as when | had
a motber-she died last week, and |
halnt got used to it yet, you see; I'm
always alludm' at her this way draw
nc his coat sleeve over his eyes,
poor little fellow y said Miss Su-
san, all thawed out. II shall certain
y have to do something for you. |
nope you are alway a good boy,
What might your name be now ?"
Bob, marm Bob Faithful, son of
bid Deacon Faithful, who died more'n
orty years ago; but the wicked boys
n the street as wont 'sociate with,
hey calls me Bob the sinless t.
80 you are tryin' to be 4 good boy
md keep out Of evil company that's
light. You will be sure to be pros
'ered, said Miss Susan approyingly.
"Yes, marin y says Bob, "Now
here is rely wicked boys round here
YOU will believe it there is boys |
S will tell lies, and swear, and boys !
S will steal right before your eyes,
narm But | never have nothln to
10 with them. | keeps my skirts
lear cf 'em tell ou.'
'Just as you ought to-" said Miss
'usan, going into her pantry and
ringing out an apple pie and pan Of
oughnuts. Nov you set right
ERE, and eat all you want, and then
iill let you pile up some wood for me,
nd III give you some warm clothes
> carry home to your sister, for your
ay.'
"Thank you, marin T. said Bob
leditatively. II shall be very glad
'ery glad indeed-to pile up your
rood, but | shall have to wait till to.
marin, for I've promised to
leet a poor lame boy this afternoon,
nd help him get his Sunday School
sson."
"Now, that's very good in you,
lobby" said Miss Susan, patting his
cad, $50 you 90 to Sunday School,
nd try to help poor lame boy p
eyes, marm,' said Bob, devouring
is pie, and rolling his eyes piously
wards the ceiling. 81 goes to Sun
ny School, and tells the lame boy
| about the good little boys as was
the Bible, and shows him the pic.