The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-08-20

III was several months DelOre MT. MAR
tin again visited the village to inquire
after his little friend. He was too late.
No one knew of any boy who had a large
black dog and no one seemed to have any
recollection of the events just recorded;
and SO Mr.. Martin returned home, earn
estly resolved, If he ever had another
act of kindness shown him, to ac-
knowledge and reward It on the instant.
Did he keep this resolution?
More than two years passed by, when,
one afternoon in Summer, time, Mr..
Martin sat alone in his counting room
in the city, Through the window which
separated his Office from the store he
saw poorly-dressed young man talking
with one of his clerks. He raped upon
the glass, and signified his wish to have
the young man come into the counting
room after learning from the clerk that
he had applied for employment.
+" You wish employment Y' Mr.. Mar
tin asked, as the young man approached
respectfully.
g should indeed like to find some
thing to do, for mothers sake, and the
poor fellow had to bite his lips to restrain
tears.
Have you no fatherp"
"No, sir; father died over two years
ago, and since then mother has found it
quite difficult to maintain her family
myself and three younger sisters"
" Do you write good handp" in
quired Mr.. Martin.
"Very fair; what have learned has
been mostly at home. / wrote these"
he said; and he passed some papers to
Mr.. Martin, who carefully examined
them.
" What is your name and age ?"
Hunting, sir; George Hunting am
nearly sixteen"
4" Do you not own large black dog,
called Buck p " asked Mr. Martin.
The young man was greatly surprised
at this question, but he managed to re-
ply "Oh, we did, sir, two years ago.
How did you knowp But when father
died we had TO sell him"
"Do you know where he is now
" Yes indeed we do. We should buy
him again if we could afford it. He
was a favorite with us all. We should
not have sold him to q stranger, but our
uncle agreed to take him for $40, and
sell him back again at the same price if
we ever wanted him."
"Well, George" said Mr. Martin, de-
liberately taking out his pocket-book
and handing him $50, " the first thing
you do, after you go hence, buy Buck
and take him home again. I'd"
If the young man was surprised be-
fore, he was now nearly struck dumb
with astonishment. "Oh, thank you
thank you thousand times - he said,
grasping the old gentleman's hand;"
but why do you take such an interest in
our dear old Buck ?"
because it pleases me to reward you.
But look in my face Do you know me
knew you as soon as you came into the
store. Do you know me?"
George looked long and carefully, but
he was forced to admit that he had no
recollection of ever before having seen
Mr.. Martin.
"Ah, WE'LL" said the old gentleman,
forgot that was SO bundled up you
would not be likely to recognize me.
But come; do you remember overtaking
me in driving snow storm two or three
years ago, at N? You had Buck
harnessed to a sled and you took my
valise to the railroad station"
"Why, yes, sir, it all comes to me
now, but 1 have hardly thought of it
since. 1t was but little act of polite
ness"
GA little act Well, perhaps it was.
But remember,
" Little drops of water, 'ii3
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.''
"Had you not been possessed of
good and amiable disposition you would
not have thought of an old man wallow-
ing along in the snow. You lodged out
of the way SO quickly that had no
chance to thank you. And so / thank
you now. Where do you live?" l1a
George gave Mr.. Martin his mothers
address.
Now tell your mother that shall
come and see her this evening, to talk
matters over Perhaps can do some
think for you"
Talk of happiness! George left the