Orangeburg news and times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1875-1877, 1877-07-28
Bread Upon the Waters.

pttIoh VI C'cIicu duu WcIl-kcpt
woodland, known to all The neighbor
hood us The Grove !" Whenever
the Sunday School desired picnic,
the squire was waited upon, and as a
matter of course, consented to its be-
ing used. at other times, any one
had the privilege Of walking there,
and the childl eli came in the spring
to gather wild flowers, or in the
autumn to gather nuts. Therefore
the boy who sat upon the rough
wooden bench Fitted between Two
trees, with his head upon his hands,
was not trcspassing.
lie was a tall, gaurt boy, With his
sixteenth birthday close before him.
His clothes were threalbare, but he
had q decent look. IIe was past the
age at which boys generally indulge
i'll tears, but lie was crying. Indeed,
he had como to that place for the cx-
press purpose of indulging his feel
ings unobscrved His hope fsoli
tudc@ proved Il vain one, however.
EngroSsed in his grief, lie had not
heard the sound Of footsteps, when,
looking up, he saw standing before
him a 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 vas happy creature, who had
never known care, who never, thought
it possible that she could wish for
anything she might not have; one
who knowing herself rich and beauti-
full, but withoutprile or vanity, low
ed her father and mother intensely,
and with good will for world in
which she rs yet knew not that there
was :spY harm. a girl who in virtue
of-''a affist0crH!ic+ position in that:New.
England village, was as much under
espionage rs any French girl ever
was. Yet with this advantage, sh c
had no idea she was guarded or that
there was anything not to be known
by her, or any one she might not know
Therefore, knowing no reason why
she should not address any one, and
knowing the by namc, she stood look
ing at him a moment, and then said
| softly
Why, Edward Burr! what is the
matter2 Oh, 1 know; J. heard oft;
your father is dead. I am very sorry.
Its not very manly to cry, Miss
Hilton,' said the boy, standing up,
and composing his features MS well rs
he could; but l could not help it; he
was all | had, and it was so sudden. l
didn't mean any one should sec nc,
though
Boys and men must have feelings
as we'll rs girls and womcn,' said
Phemie Hilton. 4 should break m v
heart if dear papa shoul die; and you
haven't any mother, have you 2
4 have nobody said the boy, 'and
hate the place. / couldn't work
here now, since I've seen father cut
down by that horrible machinc. I
am going to the city-to New York,
Miss Hilton; I'm going to walk there.
Do you know how long it vii
take 2
How longr cried Picnic; 'why
you could never walk there; it takes
days by the.cars and boat; and why
do yon go to New York 2
1 must, said the boy. 4 can
make my fortune there; father always
said So
Yes, my father says New York is
the place to make money! said Phe-
mic; but you must have somo money
20 begin with. Have you any!'
twenty-five CENTS said the boy.
Then you'd staryc to death wlero
you had no friends said the young
girl, with al mir of great wisdom and
experience. But papa knows every !
thing. Come home with me and ask
his advice; he'll tell you what to do.
anybody can tell you what to do, it
is my papa