The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-11-20
BREAD UPON THE WATERS.
BY MRS. II. G. ROWE.
IGolden Hour.l


ua wss sucb wee, wee little fellow that
there was really a good deal OF reason IN
Farmer Bladen's remark to The selectmen
when ,ney proposed binding" the boy to
him:
on earth but ter drive the chlcKens out U
the strawb berry beds"
But "seein' he come OF strong race, an
might be trusted to grow in time, the snug,
calculating farmer concluded TO taKe the
fatherless and motherless lad into MS family
with the understanding that he was TO ieed
and clothe him until MS twenty-nrst orth
day, in consideration OF the work that coul9
he got out of him he grew Older anc
And that Is how poor little Jote became the
thraIl and bond slave of the hardest, most
avaricious man in the town, who, as lhe
wears nassed and the slender boy, over
worked and underfed, failed TO develop the
strength and energy upon which he had
counted came to hat him as such men al
ways hate a ''bad bargain, and IL is 10 De
feared, even to hope, down IN the oeptns oi
his hard, selfish heart, that the prlvauohs
and tolls that he heaped so pIttilessiy upon
him might before long rid him OF MIN en-
tirely. ., =, IL.
wife a cowed, dispirited woman, ana an
adopted daughter, n bright, warm-nearpeu,
energetic girl, over whom the farmer Iouho
nowers az massive determination were more
than a match for his stormy vindictveness;
and many were the times, as poor joe CRATE
fulIv ,emem bered-when she had stood
brayely between him aud the farmers cruel,
ty-many q time when, IN the darkness anu
silence OF the night. she had crept 10 his
bedside with an extra coverlid, or plate OF
food when, as not unfrequently happeneu
he had bee sent supperless 10 bed, togratlIy
some freak of his tyrranical master.
"Cordilly," the old man would say, Wnel
by any chance one OF these little Klnonesse'
came 10 his knowledge, you're fool te
throw avay fayors on q mIser bic paupel
thar baln't got sense enough to know wheth
er he's hungry or not. When 90 iaNor
calkerlate ter do ii ter somebody tnat XII
nav me back in my own coin. l don't De
lieve in thIowin away soft words OF e&r
yittles on seck cattle as that Jote.'
The girl raised her handsome head, ant
looked the farmer squarely in the race
while a smile of ill-concealed scorn playe'
about her lips as she asked, blunIly:
"Theu YOU don't believe what Elder rWon
lowe told us In his sermon last SUNDAY, tne
inviting the old and the poor, the halt an
the hind to our feasts was as mucn out
today as it was eighteen hundred yea
ago?" -,
The farmer laughed, not pleasant laug
by any means.
VI
Amt Nabby over there in the poor nous
and Jake Blsgden's widder with her raft
young uns 70 Thanksgivin to-morrer, lnstes
o. cousin Samanthy an er girls ter sa
nothin' O. Lester Dakin. How would ye iii
that, eh?' ,.,
zical look and tone, but she said, steadily:
.sIf could have my way I'd invite all o.
rich and poor relations together for once
the wear. 1t wouldn't hurt any OF them
you'll die in the poor house yerseil
YOU don't look out" sneered the exasperat
man. "Gittiu' up dinner for all creauo
Won must think I'm made o. money, q
that turkeys are as plenty in these parts
grasshoppers" ,,-, !
feelings upon the Threshold by KICK
poor Jote, who was sitting upon the oot
step cutting up pumpkins loa .;n,,,.u .nJ .u'
Taken by surprise, the boy gave irighten
cry. lost his balance and fell backward
the step. striking his head against q sto
and stunning him for moment, thus ing
eniny his cruel master into deeper rage:
tine clumsy little dog" be growieo,
Cordie, who had been startled by his G
raised the bruised head IN her arms, wh
her tears fell fast upon the little white, p
There" as the boy feebly opened
ewes. II knew he was only shammin'.
derstand all yer tricks, yer young cur al
can tell you one buib6t nh
YOU don't git one mouthful o. Thanksgiv
dinner to morrer, jest ter pay Tor TINS
per"
The boy was too weak and sick to comp
bend even il be heard his words, and a.
the kind hearted Cordie and her mother
supported him up stairs into the little %
comfortless chamber over the woodsn
where he was forced to sleep in all wealth,
and tucked him comfortably as u
could under the ragged coverlid, ne turl
his white face TO the wall and feeoly Pra
for death. There was no hone, no sneite
refuge for him upon the broad lace OF
great. rich, beautiful earth. Ii God wo
only take him 10 Himself, let him lay
aching head once more upon his moth
bosom. it would be all that be could ask.
But when he awoke in the morning,
main In his head nearly gone, and ca
down to breakfast, so like his usuai
Cordie secretly hoped that her father, q
the excitements and hospiialitles OF
day would forget bis unreasonable tnres
the day before. especially as he maze
reference 70 IL, even helping the ooy .
ond time, unasked, 70 the mush ana