The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1877-05-31

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boy, Who Sd upon the Fough Wooden
bench fitted between tNo trees Tsitn
Ehis lialld, was not trespassiug
Il was a fall gaunt boy itli I
eehth Birthdll close baIl i
llts fl8lhes were fllfoadhAl #
al Which boys gener Nv indulge
in tears, but he was crying. Indeed
he had come to that place for the ex'
press purpose of indulging his feel
ings unobsefved. His hope Of soli-
tnde proved a vain one, however
Engrossed in his grief, he had not
heard the sound Of footsteps, when
looking up, he saw standing before
hima girl Of fifteen, Squire Hilton's
only daughter, born when his days
were on the very verge Of winter
herself the perfect embodiment OF
spring
She was happy creature, who had
neverknown care, who never thought
it possible that she could wish for
anything she might not have
Knowing herself rich and beautiful
but without pride or vanity, loving
her father and mother intensely, land
with a good will for a world in which
she as yetknew not that there was
any harm. A girl who, in virtue Of
aristocratic position in that New
England village, was as much under
espionage as any French girl ever
was. Yet, with this advantage, she
had no idea she was guarded, or that
there was anything not to Ike known
by her, or one she might not know.
Therefore, knowing know reason why
she should not address any one, and
knowing the boy by name, she said,
softly:
'"Why, Edward Burr! what is the
matter? Oh, know; heard of it;
your father is dead. | am very sor-
ry."
"It's not very manly to cry, Miss
Hilton, said the boy, standing up,
and CONFUSING his features -
we'll ne he conld obnt T could not
helm It. he was all | had. and it was
so sudden. / didn't mean any one
Shout see INC though"
Boys and men must haSc.feelings
as we'll as. girls and women" said
Picnic Hilton. 81 should break my
heart if dear papa should die; and
YOU hayn't any mother, have you?"
al have nobody,o said the boy, '"and
| hate the place. | couldn't work
here now since Eve seen father cut
down by that horrible machine. |
am going to the CITY, to New York.
Miss Hilton: I'm going to walk there
Do Won know how long it will take?n
"How long!" cried Phenle, "why.
YOU can never walk there; it takes
DAYS by the cars and boatt; and why
do YOU 90 to New York2n
81 must.n said the boy. 81 can
make nv fortune there; father al
WAYS said sou
Eyes nv father saws New York is
the place to make money" said Pie.
mic, "but YOU must have some mon
ey to begin with. Have YOU any?n
"Twenty.five cents said the boy
"Then vou'd starye to death where
Won had no friends" said the Young
Girl with an air of great wisdom and
evn,r;onco Rrt r9no knows every-
thing. Come home With mn and ask
his advice. hen tell Won wbat to do
1T is nv papa."
"But j bavn't any business to both
or him abont mTscIf," said the how.
~ don't think hen like II Hail
think mo fnwordH
"IiIl tnll him I made Won como.-
Won noodn;t he afraid az mann. hos
nc Lind ne lind can bo fop p now
"' aNIncb aT.inst he viii Edword
R,rr sNlIo~eJ M;ss 9iltnn thronsb
tho wnoJs and ocross the lawn tSet
enc;rcled tho Snmire,s mansion -
Wnro I nG"i, v b;s Vii bo ont"rod Tho
Mod oV I Sail and Is stnrdr door ''-ON '
"'0 %fftho t s ",; go I;cl,o rna ont do.
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