The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1876-07-29

the money. ,..
mo child of mine shall waste his lie owe
such mummeries," said old Jan.
While the boy was musing bitterly on III
lot his mother, who had finished washinA
her pets and kettles, came to him, ana WIN
she wrung out her dishclolh with her lean ah'
blstered hands, she said in 81 low voice:
Jan, boy, you are small and iecoie' on
YOU are now thirteen, and think you w"u''
be brave and rcsolute The goou s1"i uo"i
stairs (shc always called Father Jan go"t
soul, because she knew that ne was al "''
brute 1.-The good soul has maze up MS ,'i'n'
that YOU are to be barEemah, anu NC
stern. as YOU know. Now-do NOT spe"h-
we must inv new way to get yon Launched
in the world" Here the mothers .ea's ",
can IA fall fast, and she thought OF The peal
;ng she might receive if she carried ont mel
plan) "My child, you must leave US; you
must run away' ,,.,
The boys eyes flashed he rose, ana limpeu
toward his mother.
Never, he said. ~ cannot leave you
moiherkin! Leave you with that man!
"IIsten, child" she said. 1--WE Will try a
little way which the good God has put into
nv head. You will be a genius, my SON
one of those great people who can express
lust what they want to say. You VIII carve
out your thoughts in wood-in stone, per
Ibaps. To night when the barge Stops near
the lock, | will make an errand toryour ihth'
er on shore. | will give you lew OF lhe
pieces of money out of the sum which we had
saved for Berha's dowry, and you shall fly.
Your father will not hunt for you; his heart
IS hard, and he will say that he is glad you
are gone"
The hoy looked at his mother with wonder
in his eyes Blu. there was no longer any
signs of tears in them. new fire III them up
go" she continued, "to Gasker Williams,
in the little street near ST. Andrews. mere
take a chamber, and may God be with you
Now and then, perhaps, may come to see
Won. But it is better that should not, and
that your father should think YOU have gone
away. no one knows where. But-and now
listen earnestly-ln year from TINS uaY'
toward sunset, will bring your tanner 70 o.
Andrews church. 1t was there that he hrs'
saw me twenty years ago; there by me great
carven pulpit, which you, poor child, have
never seen. but which will delight your eyes.
Jan, one wear is not u long time, but you have
already done much, and, perhaps, before
twelve months have passed you Will have
done n noble work Meet u.s. then, by the
pulpit in St Andrews church in year from
This dav. al the sunset hour. Bring with you
some delicate carving as an offering TO nm,
and at the same time say that you wish 10 re-
turn to us Perhaps his heart Will have been
sottened by your ABSENCE ana the good
little mother almost smiled, and looked very
wise through her tears.
"Motherkin, will obey YOU SAID Jan.
Then the poor child began to tremoie AT me
thought of going out alone into the Worla.
But his courage came to HIM hnalIy, ana ne
kissed his mother again and again,
"If ANYTHING dreadful happens Will let
~. a IL. lint tath l.
not hear from you nor see you, until Il year
from this day"
Farewell, then, motherkIn,' said the child {;
farewell for long, long year. By the cary
en- pulpit in SAINT. Andrews, in q twelve
MONTH"
They took their iarewells then and there,
! lest old Jan should suspect them, II they
were crying toward evening
At nigh,tall. as the barge approached the
| lock again, after its station near marker all
day, the mother went on shore to get pau OIL
clear water; old Jan followed her, stormlng
and threatening, as she knew he would 0e-
cause supper for the workmcn was not ready
The boy took the little bag OF clothes ana the
money which his mother had prepared Tor
him. as the boat grazed the side OF the lock
he jumped out, and was speedily lost 10 view
in the crowd.
Two hours later he had been received at
the house of Gasker Williams, in the little
street near st. Andrews church lie slept
| in an old carven bedstead, whose headboard
was pictured history OF the destruction OF
Phara0hs host whose feet were Grifilns'
claws, whose curtain posts were lovely an
gels with uplil'edd faces.
| A year brought sad changes to old Jan
Kammerick AT first when he heard OF his
sons flight, he ascribed it to meddiesome
neIghbors, and his rage knew no bounds
He stoutly insisted that he would never ny
to bring back the vagabond wood-hacker'
| He WOULD not hear the boys name spoken.
Sometimes when he saw that the mother
looked paler than was her wont, and that she
wept silently when she was polishing her
pots and Kettles his conscience smotc him,
! But he would never have been really sorry II
misfortune had not come upon him. One OF
his barge men, whom he had once beaten,
scuttled the barge and fled. Jan and his
wife had u narrow escape from drowning,
and, had it not been for friendly aid. would
have LOST all their pots and Kettles 1oung
inn had been sent away to Brussels by the
good Gasker Williams, few days before
this and knew nothing of 1t until many days
afterwards. He was busy with his art, In
which he made astonishing progress
The next misfortune which befell old Jan
was the loss OF his little house on the bank oil
the Scheldt A fire burned out the interior,
and cracked the stone wells Old Jan had
not money enough to rebuild it. Then his
limbs began to fail him; and he shook and
,rembed The neighbors said: ITS because
he kicked and beat his som" Aud old Jan
himself began to be very much OF their opin'
ion lie had now only very small barge;
and was obliged TO live in it, and was very
poor and discouraged. Sometimes his heart
was soitened towards his patient wife, ana he
would say:
You will be the first 10 be Killed by my
poverty II would have been better for you
if never had seen you in 81. Andrews
church"
Then she would answer: mo indeed Our
fortune Is vet To come out of that church.
Jan"
She said this 81 often, and with such empEa
sis that one day he looked at her curiously
and said:
,,Nyh, Apnekan what do Won mean ~