The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-05-13

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The other day picked up the report
aue one Of our city charities, and among
the list of contributors and their contri-
buttons read these words: Little Dave;
six pairs of pants for poor boys" Then
l didn't read any further, at least no,
for long time, and sat and wondered
and wondered who .slittle Dave" was,
and why he had given his six pairs ol
pants to the poor little boys. instead Of
keeping them for his own little legs,
how studied It all out.
Dawes father was broker. He
bought and sold money and stocks, and
he did it honestly, too, as many others
do, notwithstanding some foolish peo-
pie think that q man can't deal in these
things and keep himself free from dis
honesty Mr.. Falc0ner, that was Dave
fathers name, bad an Office in Wall
street, and . homo in Fifth avenue. and
he had horses and carriages, and 90
many servants that they were always
getting in each others way and giving
Dawes mother no end of trouble. And
Dawes father gave splendid dinners,
and had a great deal Of company, and
spent money as freely IS water, and
was as happy as man can be who has
no time to do good. He gave away a
good deal of money, to be sure, and his
name figured on all the subscription
lists, and no beggar went away from his
door empty handed; and yet this rich
man used to come home, and sit by his
library fire, and say when he read of
want and misery: -
"Oh dear mel I wish could do some-
thing for somebody; something that 1
could know and see made somebody
better and happier" Then he would
say to Dave: "Don't ever get so busy,
Dave, that you can't have time to do
good. It is what we can do for 9TH
ems. my boy, that goes to make us
So it was that Dave got. to long to
ssdo good, for somebody" He used to
give away his pennies and his dimes to
anybody that wanted them, but he said:
That's nothing-it isn't doing any
thing because, you see, / have so many
that don't want them, want to do
something. Something that shall feel
myself" .uaE4fz
This was when Dave was nine years
old. And wasn't he splendid fellow!
He was pretty big OF his age, could
pitch ball with any boy of his size and
drive q velocipede at q tremendous
pace, and was rosy and strong and
healthy. he was handsome, too, with
ms great dark eyes. ana his cieanly cut
features, and his wavy brown hair. de
was hne fellow and ms mother WAS
fidence that people used to turn round
they passed him in the street.
A few times Dave did have q real no.
mistaketabout-it chance to do good.
Once he spent the best part of an hour
in helping an old and half blind peanut
woman 10 gxther up her wares, that
some careless driver had knocked over,
and once he thrashed q street-boy for
abusing his little sister. He came home
that time with his clothes torn, and his
eye black, and bruised good deal
about his head and shoulders, and his
mother almost scolded him, but Dave
said: -.
"I couldn't help II. She was little
pale-faced thing of . girl, and he was q
big boy and he struck her. and so 1 took
her part, and he gave it to me, and
gave it to him, and I'm glad of il, and
I'd do 1t again. Didn't 1 do right,
motherr' .',..
"Well." said his mother, 1--we al.
ways heard that fighting was wrong
but. perhaps, in such q case it isn't SC
very wrong. And you whipped him,
Dave. 50 hen remember itP hope II
will do him good. And she kissed hei