Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-11-06

some some come in. and saw the lady who
had brought him standing talking to
Mary.
Thank you; they are very nicely done.
But if you get only one customer a day.
you'll not get on we'll. Who takes care of
yon. my boy? Try to tell me about your
self. What is your name?
my names Tim Titus, ma'am. No
body takes care of me. nobody but God.
Mother said He'd never forget me. Mother
mother died-last--"
But he could not tell of that. The lady's
hand was on his shoulder, and she was
drying his tears with her own handker-
chief. live tried boolblacking, but |
don't believe can get enough to do. o.
ma'am. and the boy again broke down.
lie was so neat and clean that Mrs. Denny
rev him close to her, soothing him aS
every mother knows how to soothe and
comfort But her heart was troubled for
nm. Truth to tell. she hal no IN )ney tn
spare, and could do but little. She had
only lately moved to the city, and had few
friends there. What could she do to help
himP
suddenly Mary. who had been looking
on. full of sympathy. and remembering
their country life and plenty there, said,
" Send him to the country"
Mrs. Dcnny's face brig tened. "Why,
that's good idea. Mary! | do believe
Mr.. Alderman would be glad of just such
boy. Would you drive cows and learn
to milk and help about the house, Tim?'
Indeed would, ma'am. and take my
brushes and black their boots for them.
"Once week is all they black EN-
said Mary, with laugh. So it was ar
ranged that Tim should come back in the
morning, and Mrs. Denny would give him
note to the farmer She offered to pay
DIS way, but Tim said he had two dollars
left, and could buy his ticket. Mrs. Denny
was pleased with his honesty, and felt sure
such boy would succeed.
The next day Tim was off for the coun-
try. All his treasures were easily packed
in his mothers old bag; and Mrs. Denny
advised him to leave that ut the depot
when he reached Harrington, and walk out
to the farm without it. Tim found the
farm, and hearing voices ut the back door
walked around that way, and asked fot
Mr.. Alderman.
He's in the barn." said u pleasant
looking girl. "What do you WANT"
:" I've Il note for him."
"Well, 90 right over" Tim delivered
his note. The farmer read it, and then
without saying word. went on with his
work. Tim felt rather discouraged, bu
seeing pair of boots in one corner, wen
to work and polished them. This tool
,ome time, for they had never been polish
ed before, | fancy. Then Tim put up his
brushes and slung his box on his back; he
had better 90 back or try somewhere else
The farmer was just going up to the loft
but rs Tim slung his box he said, Come
here, my boy. You can work; see that
Are YOU willing to work for homer"
yes indeed, Sir"
SCOT any clothes?'
1.-TWO suits, sir"
Glow much time do you expect TO have
to fool around?'
Cant tell till try to do the work"
The farmer was pleased with TIT
brighs, truthful face, and said, You'll
10. Go in the house and tell EN- to Sc
YOU to work-chop wood, draw water, d'
anythinr till milking time"
l So that was how Tins bootblackin{
| ended. He lives on the farm still, but III
is taller than | am. Mrs. Denny come
out to see her OLD friends sometimes, ant
is always as glad to see him as any of tn
: rest; aud next to God, Tim loves the lad
who let him shine her bools.-Hope LED
) yrd, in StJJath School Visitor.