The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-05-29
The Lost Children.


Wales, close to the sea- lies pleasant little
:, watering place, Pengwyn. The beauty of
Its locality is a great attraction for visi-
tors
1t was happy day for Harold and Lucy
Chctwynd when the doctor advised some
what heightened sojourn at the seaside, Of
ter an illness which had attacked their
mother in the spring and had left her in
weakened state Of health. They went to
Pengwyn in August, and Mrs. Chctwynd
was 80 benefited by the change from their
inland home, that Mr.. Chctwynd decided
to stay there far into the autumn; and thus
it was that when almost every other
family had left, the Chetwynds still lin
gered, aud even when November arrived
it found them enjoying the sea brcezes.
Harold Chctwynd was about nine years
old; his sister was two years younger. Mr..
Chetwynd was a lawyer: and could only
come to his family from Saturday to Mon
day; Mrs Chetwynd was not strong enough
to walk much; and as for nurse, her time
was all taken up with the little six months
old baby. SO twas with Hiss Townsend,
the governcss, Harold and Lucy wcro al.
lowed to 60.
One afternoon IN the beginning of No
vembcr, tho children started for one of their
favoritc rambles OH the shore. A little
boy of about ten or eleven years of age
was standing on the step of bakers shop
rs they passed it on their way TO the sea,
and they heard the man who was serving
in the shop say to him, "You can't have
anymore mea' on credit; you must either
beg OF borrow money to buy sonlc."
The child looked disappointed and ready
to cry. He pleaded with the shopman,
but in vain. Ho spoke in English unlike
many of the poor children who generally
talked Welsh in that part. Harold was
Interested, and as the boy walked away, he
said to Lucy
GLOW unhappy the boy looks, and what
ragged clothes he has got on! think he
must be very poor"
''And perhaps he Is hungry" said Lucy.
''l wish the man had lot him have what he
wanted"
''But he had no money to pay for it,"
said Harold. 'Suppose we give him some,
Lucy? have got whole shilling of my
own"
'And l have sixpenecl" exclaimed Lucy,
joyfully pulling out a little purse from her
pocket "Do call him, Harold, and lot us
give it to him."
The boy was soon recalled, and his de-
light at tho eighteenpence put into his
hand was quite great enough to reward his
young benefactors. He told them his name
was Johnnie Edwards, that his grandfather
was a shepherd, and lived far away in a
hut on the mountain, and that he dwelt
with him and his grandmother, as both his
parents were dead, and he helped to look
after the sheep; but his grandfather had
been Ill for over fortnight and they were
80 poor that they could scarcely get enough
to eat.
II am so glad we saw you," said Harold.
'Now 60 in and buy the meal and some
bread; look what nice loaves there are In
the window" &@
They coud not resist the pleasure of
waiting to SEQ Johnnie come out with a
radiant face, carrying loaf under his
arm aid paper bag In his hand contain.
hurried off as fast as his burden would OIL
low him, for his home was at great dis
tance. =.
Children who have known by experience
how great is the pleasure Of giving, will
understand what I mean when say that
Harold and Lucy ran off to the shore with
very happy hearts.
Their gOvcrness usually left them much
to themselves, 80 they wandered on full of
happiness I'LL she was lost to their sight.
Harold did not mind this however, and II
was not till he found they had unconscious.
ly wandered further than they had ever
been before, that his mistake forced itself
upon his mind. Thoy were upon road,
but whittier 1t went or came from he did
not know.
q" But they still trudgcd bravely on iol
some time, Lucy resisting her inclination
to cry, but longing for homo and hel
mother, and the bright nursery fire, more
than she had ever done in oil her life. She
was beginning to get tired too, as we'll as
cold and wet. and it was also growing
foggy and dark. Suddenly Harold stopped.
ii say,sLhcy," he said in a tonc OF alarm,
1--WE are not on therlght path we have go
all wrong somehow" !
"Don't you think mamma will be send
a; Ing men to look for us cverywhere9" asked
poor shiverl-g Lucy, anxious to comfor
Harold.
"Yes, l am sure Of that; but how vii
they know whereabouts we are. Lucy,
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