Nebraska advertiser., 1877-05-10
BREAD UPON THE WATER.

land, know to all the eighbOrhood as
The Grove Whenever the Sunday
school desired picnic the squire was
waited upon, and as a Ter ofcourse
consented TO its being used. AT other
simes any one had the privilege of
walking there, and the children came
in the spring to gather wild flowers. or
IN the autumn to gather nuts. There
fore the boy who sat upon the rough
wooden bench fitted between two trees
with his head upon hishands was not
trespassing.
He was a tall, gsunt boy, with bis
sixteenth birthday close before him.
Eis clothes were threadbare. but he
had q decent look. He was past the
age at which boys generally indulge
In tears, but be was crying. Indeed,
he had come to that place fer the ex-
press purpose ofindulging his feelings
unobserved. His hope of solitude
proved vair one. however. En-
crossed fn his grief, he had not heard
the sound of footsteps, when, looking
up, be saw standing before him girl
Of fifteen, Squire Hilton's only
daughter. horn when his days were
on the very verge of winter-herself
the perfect embodiment offspring.
She was happy creature who had
never knew care. who never thought
It possible that she could wish for any
thing she might not have. Knowing
herself rich and beautiful, but with
out pride or vanity, Ioving her father
and mother intensely, and with good
will for world In which she as yet
knew not that. there was any harm.
A girl who. in virtue of aristocratlc
position in that New England village
was IS much under espionage as any
French girl ever was. Yet with this
advantag there she had no idea she was
snything not to be known by her, or
any one ahe might notknow. There
fore, knowing no reason why she
should not address any one, and know
ing the boy by name, she stood look
ing at him a moment, and then said,
softly
why. EdSard 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
composing his features as we'll as he
could but l could not help it: he
was all had, and it was so sudden. 1
didn't mean any one should see me,
though
Boys and men must have feelings
as well as girls and women, said Phe-
mie Hiltofi. L should break my heart
if dear papa should die and you hav-
en't any mother, have you p
I have nobody said the boy. and I
hate the place. couldn't work here
now, since I've seen my father cut
down by that horrible machine. / am
going to the city. to New York, Miss
Hilton I'm going to walk there. Do
you know how long it will take p
How long T. cried Phemie; why,
you could never walk there 1t takes
days by the cars and boat T; and why
do you go t. New York p
Il must. said the boy. Il can make
my fortune there father always said
so.'
Yes my fathersays New York is the
place to make money said Phemie
but you must have some money to be-
gin with. Have you any?'
Twenty-Five cents, said the boy.
Then you'd starve to death where
you have no friends said the young
girl, with an air 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.
If any body can tell you what to do,
1t is my papa
But / haven'tany business to both
er him about myself, said the boy. L
don't think he'll like it. He'll think
me forward
I'll tell him / made you come. You
needn't be afraid of papa he's as
kind as kind can be. Come now
Much against his will, Edward Burr
followed Miss Hilton through the
woods aud across the lawn that encir-
oled the squire's mansion. More
against bis will he entered the broad
hall and study door.
Ifthe squire kicks me out deserve
It, he said. And with his hat in his
hand he stood gazing in great confus-
lon at the white-headed old gentleman |
who, TO his simple mind, represented |
the wealth and aristocrstic fthe land. |
A king could not have awed his hum
blest subject more, though Edward |
knew nothing of kings and would
have declared, if questioned, that ev-
cry 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 vas expected to say
something, and had no idea what
words to utter which would fitly con-
vey his comprehension ofthe improp-
Tiety OF his intrusion on a strange
household. But Phemie saved him
further anxiety.
Papa said she, this is poor Mr..
Burr's son, and he is going to New
York 20 seek his fortune, without any
money but twenty-five cents and I
made him come to you and get advice.
/ didn't think he could manage.
What do you think p
After have talked with the young
man. I'll know BETTER said the
squire.
The end of the talk wss that the