The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-08-06

to take him in her arms and rcck
him TO sleep.
By-and-by en old farmer, in q
shabby Goa and slouched hat came
in, and sat down to wait for the next
train.
"Don't you want a boy, sir p said
the baby voice. so pIaintively I've
locked most everywhere to-day. but
nobody don't want zone. I'D do
awful good
What ~ exclaimed the farmer in
surprise vou little shaver, you.
Where's your home 7"
IL hain't got o | ruined away
from the place where ! did live"
run away! What for ~
cause" aad the tears commenced
TO roll down his cheeks, II was used
awful. She beat me for something l
never did do-beat me till the bleed
canned, aud ruined aud ruined. Oh,
dearln
"Your ma ~
mo, | bain't got 40 mamma. She
died long ago but she telled mel
can remember jest az plain-I mustn't
take what wasn't mine, or tell what
wasn't 50 I; and when aunt telled me
I'D got that money. / jest telled her
no. | hadn't touched it, no way, SC
she beat me, and shut me up where
it was all dark. was awful %scairt.'
Ibid she find cut you didn't take
Iit?r
Eyes. When uacle coined home
she telled him how wicked I'd oeer
and he telled her, it wasn't no such
thing-thst he took the money his
self. He come right rp where | was,
and when be seed the bleed running
be felt awful He just left me ont Of
that place, be did, but l couldn't gel
over it, no how, and when they al
got asleep | climbed out of the win.
dow and ruined away in the cars
ever so far. l won't never go back
I'd be dead irst.n
"Waal, wal! % exclaimed the far.
mer, that was mean. She was al
old vixen that aunt of yours. IL
like to have had the fixing of her
What do you think of doing ~
II am trying to get a place tt
work"
How old be your
"Gone on seyen.p
You, a little shaver going on sew
en-, a thinking of stepping out int
the world, that's chuck full of sin ant
vice, when you ought to have a mi
TO put you TO bed and hear you sa,
your prayers every night! you agoil
TO shirk for yourself, and git all blacI
and smut when you ought to be 3
pure as On ANGEL Not by John Rob
inson if | can help it. You best g
along home with me. | want q boy
and so does ma. We hain't got none
Wen take good care of you. Nj
won't lick We, I'll warrant. She
that tender-hearted she wouldn't bur
a flea /; an | don't look very ugly, d.
"Ycu look awful good to me" sob
bed the little fellow from very joy.
"Waal, then, chirk upl Here, J
guess I've got a sandwich in my
pocket, if you are hungry. It'll kin
der stay your appetite till we ge
home. Ma is going to have a straw
berry short cake for supper. ! de
clare, won't she be tickled to see nat
bring a right smart boy in. She Of
ten says, Pa, we'd jest be happy i
we had q boy Come, now. chirl
Up, while | tell you about u chick
ems and calves. You can feed then
every day. o, / tell you, we'll hav,
good tines
Half an hour later, when the east
ward bound train steamed into th,
depot, Won might have seen an ole
man and youngster, with a d;lapida
ted carpet bag between them, making
their way on board. But l believ'
il would hs~e puazlsd you-haa yer
been asked to tell which looked th'
most delighted of the twc-the boy
who had found q home, or the maj
who wanted a boy.