Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-09-06


hurly-burly mean ?'
"It means, my dear chum, that the
Vesta sails Monday and so do l."
cray Morse, why. did"
The sentence was destined never to
be finished.
"Mr. Ray, there's little ragged boy
at the door that says he must see you.
I told him to be off, but he will not 60. ;"
"Show him up, Sam," said the artist.
The servant obcyed.
"Why, Robert, when and why did
you come to the city p said the artist
in a kindly surprise. '1
Without speaking the boy pushed up
his ragged sleeve. An arm sullied and
disfgured by long, dark ridges met the
artists gaze.
..Poor child p exclaimed Morse COM
passionately.
"You see" said Bob, in explanation,
"old Rowe found my drawings, and
threw them into the fire, and then beat
me and called me a 'beggarly cur, %
and the boys nostrils widened and
quivered like those of young horse
under the lash, $50 | ran away and
came here, for l kept your address"
Morse turned to Thornton, who had
been listening in amazement, and ex-
planned the affair to him, and then the
two young men held short consulta-
tion.
In few days Raymond sailed for
Europe. In the handsome, well-dress-
ed boy, that stood on the wharf watch
ing the receding steamer with regretful,
loving eyes, we could hardly recognize
Bob, the Bound boy, now Robert Ward
for such was the name the artist had
given him.
"You are my ward" he said laugh
ingly.
Slowly the youth retraced his steps
to the engraving rooms. IN which Morse
had procured him good situation.
''He told me to climb" said Rober
Ward to himself, "and l will"
81 merely gave the homeless boy ;
name and chance to work" he merri
ly said and soon all thought of that lit
tie deed of charity faded from his mind
. - - =
Twelve years have passed with thei
sunshine and storms, their burden o
hopes and fears, joys and sorrows, ant
again we will glance at the actors of ou
story.
What have these years done for ou
young engraver :? They have given hin
work, work beloved for its own SAX
and we'll and faithfully performed, ant
as the result, wealth piled her treasure
at the young artists feet. Honor ha
spread abroad his name, and fame ha
covered him with laurels. But amid al
his busy toll and successful endeavors
whether engaged parrying the bufets o
fortune, or striving with all his energ,
to win, Robert Ward never forgot tn
one who stopped by the wayside, AM
placed the feet of 'only Bob on the
ladder of fame, pointed upwards Re
bert had heard Indirectly from Ray
mond Morse during all this time for h
had never returned from Europe.
There had come news of his marriag
with beautiful Florentine-then 81
lence of years followed by faint runners
vague reports of calamity darkening hi
pathway, and finally it was all confirm
ed by one of his acquaintance latel
returned from Italy.
Yes, and he has been unfortunate i
money affairs and his right arm bein
paralyzed, he is in fact rather poorl
off.
Robert Ward turned away from th
garrulity of the traveller with shar
pain retardiDg the very pulsation of hi
heart. Oh it was so hard to believ,
That trained right arm stricken nerve
less at his side; that dear right han
never to take up the loved brush, nevt
to clasp the hand of the one who la
toiled so long in order to win his con
mendation, more priced than the plaut
It's of the whole world. Suffering an
want "Dear friend, at last the tin
has come when I can repay to some e,
tent your goodness to a homeless. nam
less boy" said the young artist to hir
self.
- - .: y - -
Night in Florence. The after glo
of sunset still fingered in the sky al
the murmur of the Arno flied the al
The soft, Italian moon poured food
silver in through an open window of
venerable building that could count
age by centuries and had once been o
cupied by some aristocratic and wealth
family. 1t stood in the midst of a lar
lonely garden. in which thickets of my
tie and lick, and clunps of cypre
made a solemn gloom.
A gentleman occupied low seat
; the open window. He had evident
been reading, or trying to do SO for
) old book of conspiracies and assassin