St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1879-01-24

Jou anu your llGtle OfOtner
home with me. Should you like to 90 81
Eyes, indeed 'twould be famous. Is
1t great way OFF,"
From this city it's hundreds of
miles,
And amt there any little poor boys
there, that have to pick rags and bones,
and sell chips and apples for livin' p
"Not one"
"How odd 'twould SEEM"
And there are no dark, dirty alleys.
nor cellars and dens, darker still. All
live in clean comfortable houses, and
nave plenty of sweet air and bright sun
shine.n
''What famous place! l thought
there were dark, dismal places for such
as us everywhere. Maybe there would
be room enough for Willie to have IA
rosebush," ii sudden light dawning up
on his face.
"Plenty.n
"Would theIe? A great, famous
rosebush, [ mean, high as Willie's
head. When mother was alive, she
had one in Il little red earthern flower
pOt-a very little bush it was, but it
had six roses on it once, and they used
to smell SO sweet and fresh. After she
died, the flower pot got turned over and
broke one day when | was gone, and
before got back, the leaves and roses
were all wilted. | tried to bring 'em to
life again, but couldn't. Willie and |
were so sorry, we both cried"
There will be room for rOsebushes
us high as your own head, as well as
WillIe's, aud if you are good you shall
have time to cultivate them. Do you
know how to read p
80, yes, sir, my mother taught me;
but great many of the poor boys don't
know how. have some leaves of a
Testament, and | read in it Sundays.
Last Sunday read the story about the
city with twelve gates of pearl and
streets of gold. | read it aloud to Will
lie, and then we talked about mother,
and he said he guessed she lived there
now. Willie says the prayer that's i'll
the Testament every night, and | try to
say it every night; but when I'm very
tired. | sometimes go to sleep right III
the middle of it. But do you in real
Garnet mean to take Willie and me to
that nice place where you live ?"
"Certainly do, if you would like to
go. You must remember, however
that You will have to work and dig
ging the ground to raise potatoes, cab
bages and squaShes may seem harder
to you than selling apples"
''lf it is, know | shall like it better.
There's only one thing that makes me
feel bad to go.n
Nv hat is that p
:. L. 4,
Jack Fisk. He's chip-seller, and some
days he's so weak he can't carry hi.
basket, and then | give him piece oi
bread to eat. don't know what he'll
do, if | go away"
There is neighbor of mine who
might like to take him. But here is tn,
place where you lodge-is it not p
''YeS, sir; guess Willie will laugl
when he sees the pie. He has seen pie.
through the window at the confection
er'S, but he never tasted of one. neveI
did but once, aud that WAS before my
father died. Would you show it to hin
tonight, OF wait till morning r.
~ think you had better wait til
morning. said Mr.. Waterson. smilin.
ut his eagerneSs.
"To-morrow's Sunday, so | shan
have to sell apples. | always read
story in the Testament to Willie. every
Sunday. He almost always wants IN,
to read about the city with its gates ot
pearl and streets of gold, cause he say
it comes right up before him, and look.
so bright aud shining"
IL am glad You find so good way t,
spend your time. | will see you again
Monday morning. Stay here till come
| Can you carry the basket down til,
steps without helpG"
30, yes, sir. 1t makes me strong t,
feel glad. guess | shan't go to sleeI
in the middle of the PRAYER tonight"
Mr.. Waterson did not leave the city
! till Tuesday, as great part of Monday
had to bc employed for the purpose o
obtaining decent clothing for the littI,
apple-boy and his brother.
He subsequently never for Il momeu
had cause to regret his bcnevolenc,
towards the two friendlesS boys. Jane,
proved to be active, industrious ant
faithful :; and the face which looked 81
thin, pale and sad the day he begged
Mr.. Waterson to buy apples, soon be
came ruddy and cheerful.
Willie, too, who, al first, seemed fad
ing away like broken flower, sool
looked fresh and bright as the roses or
the great, famous bush" which Mr.
Waterson gave him, and on which
james bestowed the incest care.
Willie will certainly be a horticultur,
list, Mr.. WatersOn says, and he has al
ready selected Il lot of land, with q
deep, rich soil for farm, which he in
tends to present to James the day he is
twenty-one, and where, in laying out
and preparing the grounds which are
to surround the house to be erected
Willie will have full scope tor the ex-
ercise of his taste and skill in horticril-
ture, beginning to manifest themselves
james has, also, in addition to all the
pleasures and comforts which he and
his brother find in their new home
another cause of gratitude and thank.
fulness. Jack Fisk, the little chip
seller-the thought of leaving whom
made him feel so sad-thrOugh the in.
fiuence of Mr.. Waterson, is living witt
Il near neighbor. He, at first, took him
for only few months on trial. His
diligence and good conduct in every
respect have, however, thus far so vel
recommended him, that there is every
reason to believe that he has, during
the years of his minority, found per
manent hOme-a real home, which com
prehendS more than food and shelter
and plenty of hard work.
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