The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1881-04-20

thing there was in blaze She quickly
tried to awaken the miserable creature.
but he was In such stupor from drink
that she could do nothing. She ran
back to her own room to rouse up Sandy.
He, tired little fellow, could with difficult
ty be awakened, and Granny had helped
him on his feet and put his coat over
his shoulders before she could make him
understand what was the matter. Then
she put the cracked tea pot, which held
their money, in his hands, and told HIM
to run and carry it to the grocer's for
safety, and to give tn alarm of fire.
Quite forgetting herself, or the little
furniture she might have made arrange
ments to save, she then ran to Tom
Brady's room: the door was locked.
Alter a while his father was aroused and
unlocked the door; but he, too, had been
drinking, and was now so much under
the influence of liquor as to be stgpefed
Sad to say, his mother was the same.
Granny went to Toms bed and shook
him until she got him awake. He was
dreadfully frightened when he saw the
smoke which now filed the room.
By this time Sandy had returned with
help, and the alarm OF fire had brought
the fire company to the rescue Sandy
and his grandmother helped Tom and his
miserable parents safely out, however,
before the firemen reached the building.
When the grocer saw how badly
Grannys hands were burned, and that
she was almost sick with the cold and
exertion she had made, he brought her
to his own house. His wife made up a
bed for her in their sitting-roem, near
the stove. and they both did everything
in their power to make her comfortable.
About month after this, if you had
seen Sandy and his grandmother in their
new quarters, you would have noticed
how much more pleasantly they were
situated than before. The grocer had
two nice rooms in his house to let. AS
he was very particular man, he would
only let these rooms to nice people, He
began to think that Granny and Sandy
were about as nice as he had ever seen.
He rented the room cheap, because he
took fancy to Sandy, whom he took for
a clerk in his store. He had heard from
the neighbors why Tom Brady called
Sandy goose, and he thought that such
a kind of goose was very nice to have in
his shop.
AS Granny had rescued her little
savings in the teapot, she had enough
to buy some furniture. The neighbors,
whose lives she had probably saved-for
in their drunken stupor they would
never have been aroused but for her
efforts very thankful to her, and
each one made her some little present.
Those who had nothing to give, brought
her case to the knowledge of some kind
ladies, who became much interested in
her and Sandy. Their comforts by this
means were much increased
One day, soon after, Tom Brady met
Sandy in the street. He did not call
him goose" he only said, How are
you, Sandy, my man?"
AS Sandy sat by his grandmother one
Sunday evening" with nice bright
light, bright fire, each of them warmly
and comfortably clothed, and after hav-
ing enjoyed good supper, Sandy told
his Granny that it did seem as if the
Lord was so good to them, that he wanted
to try and help Tom Brady and his
Incorporate parents.
They were ashamed, however, to come
and see Sandy, particularly Tom, who
could not forget the way he had spoken
of Granny, who had saved his life.
Through his whole course of business,
Sandy always tried to be as upright and
honest as he had begun life; and many
a time he used to say, Commit thy way
unto the Lord" Was not Sandy the
right kind of hero?
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