The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-01-15

"Yes, my son. 1 have been waiting a
long time for you, and 1 most feared
you was not coming to night"
81 was detained at the village, moth
er. Istopped at the store to get you
some tea"
Rensselaer, stopped suddenly, and his
mother perceived, for the first time,
that her boy looked pale and care-worn.
what is the matter-what ails you,
ny son p said she.
Nothing, nothing, mother dear"
said he, evasive!y. ave will sup,
now"
"Look at that sunset, mother dear
said the youth. "Look at the chan,
cling, glowing hues :"
After a pause, he continued:
Mature is grand and lovely beyond
expression. She is prodigal in her
good gifts, while man alone, is Mig
gard"
The dying rays of the sun lit mp the
couple with a blaze of light and radi-
ance, and cleaned as a glory round the
head of the aged dame as she looked
admiringly on her stalwart son.
Carl, the noble Newfoundland,
wagged his tail approvingly, and
glanced from one to the other, as much
as to say
"Change the subject I; I'm ready for
supper"
They entered the humble abode, and
silently seated themselves at the table,
and Rensselaer, reverently invoked a
blessing on the evening repast.
Mother" said the youth, after a
short silence, "mother, I have not been
very successful this trip, and as I was
coming home, I called into Squire
Nuhil's store, and asked him to trust
me for a little tea and sugar for you
and" continued Rensselaer,, his fine
face flushing, she refused to trust me,
and not only that, but he drove me
from the store, with harsh, contemptu-
Gus epithets. All this, too, in the pres
ence of his daughter, Miss Clara, and I
do assure you, mother, her proud lip
curled with intense scorn as she looked
at me, while her father called me a
poor, low peddler. Mother, his gray
hairs only prevented me from telling
him just what / thought Of him but I
resisted the temptation, and left the
store in silence, vowing some time to
be even with Squire Nuhil So, mother,
you must do without your tea for a
while longer"
Rensselaer, rose, and strobe nervously
to the door, and stood gazing out on
the few sterile acres of land-his scanty
patrimony-and sighed bitterly rs he
of his past life and future
prospect.
Hard fate and iron fortune-stern
ooverty's lot-had always kept him
Town. For years he had lahored hard
% provide for the wants of an aged
mother, and do what he could he never
could get fore-handed as many other
ooys of his age had. So, people, disre-
yarding his stern honesty, his industri-
ous habits, his loving devotion to his
mother, had begun to say, "Well,
Rensselaer, is a very fine young man,
put he will never be very we'll off; he
8 only a peddler :" Only a peddler.
They forgot that one-the merchant
prince of America-was only a peddlerl
Constable & Arnold, one of the
argest firms in New York city, were
nee poor peddlers who came into
hat city years ago, with packs on
heir backs /; but ali the pack has
and expanded into the richer,
'uller proportions of a splendid marble
filled with rare laces and rus
ling silks.
So, in their early youth came the
amous and honored Lawrence Brothers
nd commenced business with a stock
n trade no larger than many peddler-
little thread-and-needle store, in an
obscure portion of the city.
"Honor aud shame from no condition RISE"
The widow had cleared away the tea
able and was seated in her rocking
hair quietly knitting.
"Never mind, Rensselaer,; never
nind for the tea," said she, looking up
tf~sctinnatnly to her snn- Good Las