Smyrna times., 1877-06-13

~ nc SAlu' anu Win his nat In his hand,
he stood gazing in great confusion at the
old white-headed gentleman, who, to his
simple mind, represented the wealth and
aristocracy of the land. A king could not
have awed his humblest subject more,
though Edward knew nothing of kings and
would have declared, if questioned, that
every man was equal.
The squire looked up; his wife laid
down the embroidery at which she was at
work. The unwilling visitor feared that
he was expected to say something, and
had no idea what words to utter which
would fifty convey his comprehension of
the impropriety of his intrusions on a
strange household. But Phemie saved him
further anxiety.
Papa" she said "this is poor Mr..
Burr's son, and he is going to New York,
to seek his fortune, without any money
but twenty-five cents, and | made him
come to you to get advice. didn't think
he could manage. What do you think ?"
"After ! have talked with the Young
man, I'll know BETTER" said the squire.
The end of the talk was that the SQUIRE
said to Edward Burr
" | think you're boy with will, and
whero there's will there's way, I'll
give you a start. Take this note to Mr..
B, No. - Street, and he will give
you employment. I'll give you a ticket to
New York and fit you out so that you
won't starve for week after that. Go
ahead. You've got it all in your own
hands, after asking God to bless you."
"Oh, papa, you are so kindr' said
Phemie, as she watched the boy out of
sight.
Now who knows what may como of that?
The bread was cast upon the waters with
out a thought that it might return after
many days.
< X X Y
Ten years had elapsed, and Picnic
Hilton sat i'll shabby little room in New
York city, wondering where she could
find bread the next day. The old Squire
had been dead two years, and before he
died he had been tempted into a spccula-
ton that had ruined him, and his wife and
daughter had come to the CITY to earn
their bread. There the mothers health
had broken down, and Phcmie was forced
to leave her position in & school to nurse
her. Private pupils had fallen off, and the
last dollar was spent. And now Phemie
turned the paper she had borrowed in her
hand, and among the long columns of
advertisements saw one for necktie makers.
Perhaps l could get work at that to do
at home," she said. 81 will try. I am
able to do anything with my needle.".
An hour after, the poor young lady
found herself climbing the stairs of a large
building in the business portion of New
York, in search of the establishment to
which the advertisement directed her.
" We don't give work out" was the
reply to her question, "and we want ex-
perienced hands,"
She was turning away with the little
hope in her breast chilled, when gentle
man who had been standing at some dis
tance, advanced and addressed her:
g must be Mistaken" he said. "This
is not Miss Hilton. of -?"
sit is" she said, looking in vain for
familiar feature in the bearded face before
her. "But you have the advantage of
me-"
Naturally, you are not likely to re-
member Edward Burr, whom your father
helped so kindly years ago But for YOUR
encouragement, however, and his liberal
aid, my life would not have been what it is
now. can never, never forget either of
you"
You have prospered then? l am glad.
And this is your place? Perhaps, then
you will not refuse to give me work to do
at home, now that we are so poor" And
then came the story.
Once more Phemie saw the tears stand
in Edwards eyes as she told it, and the
promise that work should be given was ac-
companied by request to call. Edward
was a gentleman at heart, and Phemie
never guessed that other necktie makers
would have opened their eyes in amaze
ment at the enormous price she received
for unskillful performance.
And over her work the girl often sat
smiling and the mother grew well again
and one brown-bearded face was often
seen in their parlor, and it was always well
come; and ere many months went by, that
happened which every intelligent young
lady reader has expected from the first.
Phemie married Edward Burr, and in their
elegant home, the good old 'squire's widow
spent her last days in happiness and COM
fort.
Postmaster-General Key has found very
simple way to put an end to the intimida'
ton which prevents Louisiana postmasters
from entering their offices. 1t is not "more
troops" but "fewer post-oiIices." The
postmasters having been appointed, their
installation will be the first thing the de-
partment will insist upon before the objec-
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