Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1879-05-29

said, 81 haze got an apple in my
pocket, will you have it?" II is a
very good one f; l have already Bit
ten it,"
Instead of making any reply, the
beggar boy soon put his teeth into
the apple which she handed to him
and went his way. A few weeks
after he returned 10 the village 40 it
was then fair time. He met tue
little girl again, who at once recog-
nized her benefactor. She perceived
directly how hungry he was, she put
her hand into her pocket, hut there
were no apples there, and she want
ed very much to give him some
thing.
Fortunately she had received q
few packets Of needles and pins as a
present from her grandmother, who
kept a little stall at the fair. She
gave the boy one of these packets,
saying, "Sell these needles ; you can
buy apples and cakes for the mo-
ney."
A bright idea came now into the
boys head; he returned with the
needles to his own village, and sold
them there to the peasant women.
But he did not 60 and spend the mo-
ney foolishly which he received, but
went and bought some fresh needles
and soon set up as a regular hawker,
carrying about little tin box on
his back, In which were buckles,
thimbles, buttons, thread and need
les of all kinds.
Through wind and bad weather,
through shower and heat, he wand
cred from village to village, jour
neying thus through the whole of
France and when he was twenty,
he opened a little shop in the sub
urbs of Paris. He traded in every
thing which could bring him any
profit, aud his speculative head al
ways hit upon the right sort of ar
ticles.
At thirty years of age he possess
ed 100, 900 f.; the half Of this he in
vested at the Exchange. He was
fortunate in his calculations, and in
a few years he became very rich.
Now he thought Of his pin which
he had found when he was little
yagabond, and of the little black
eyed girl, whom, on account of this
pin, he had once saved from a beat
ing. He travelled to the village
where he then had begged he was
curious to know what had become
of the girl who by her gift Of a pack
ct of needles, had first aroused in
him the spirit of commerce.
She had grewn INTO good, fine
looking woman-not very young,
perhaps-for she already reckoned
thirty summers. But as yet she had
no suitor, because she was poor.
The Partisan banker sought for her,
and said, in short manner,
Young woman, l have million
of francs property ; will you marry
me ?"
The girl turned pale and red, and
suffered out at last, "Sir, l think
you have come to make fun of me-"
But he now said, seriously, Don't
you remember the beggar boy with
the pin ?"
"Oh, certainly" she said, eager
ly, 81 see him before me now; how
ravenously he bit the apple which l
had already bitten, with his white
teeth.
The stranger replied, smilingly,
81 ain the beggar boy out of the
heart of that apple grew my good
fortune. Will you share it ?"
The answer was a joyful "Yes."
The wedding took place in the vii
lage.
The banker was silent and looked
afectionately at his wife, who blush
ed very deeply. eyes, gentlemen"
he exclaimed, "the beggarboy not
only became rich. but happy. God
has rewarded him greatly for that
one little kind action. And, gentle
men am the former vagaOond, and
my good wife opposite is the little
girl l found weeping and this is the
pin found upon the ground,n