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

were pleaSed with MS good nature and
his industry. One kind lady brought
him in her kitchen and gave him good,
hearty meal of beef and cabbage and po-
tatoes; he wished she had offered him
some to take home to Granny, but he
knew Granny would not like to have
him to beg.
Sandy brought home seventy-fve cents,
and put 1T all in the cracked teapot on
the shelf; that was the bank in which
Granny and Sandy kept their earnings.
We have to pay our rent, you know,
next week, said this little man.
In the course of a month, Sandy
earned in various ways just enough to
keep them alive; and then by that time
Granny Scott was well enough to sit at
her apple-stand at the street corner
The workmen who passed that way were
sure to buy apples and doughnuts and
as Granny never tried to sell rotten APP
pies for good ones, nor sour for sweet
ones, she had the reputation of being an
honest old woman. Once in while she
could afford to sell oranges and bananas !;
then the children from the public school
near would flock around her stand, and
for the time trade was brisk.
AS Sandy was all this time polishing
boots, as we'll as earning trihe now and
again by running on errands for the gro
Ger, who was beginning to know him
we'll, the cracked ea-pot began to fill up
with pennies and silver.
think | might take dime for pea
nuts" thought Sandy, one day, shaking
the money to hear the pleasant sound Of
of its rafting. But then he remembered
that if Granny was taken sick again she
would need it all, and he threw the dime
back again into the teapot. Was not
that being hero for Sandy was as fond
of peanuts as you are.
One day the sight of lot of over
shoes thrown on the floor of shoe store
tempted Sandy to go and price them, for
they were marked in large letters as be-
ing very cheap. Sandy was a shrewd
little fellow, and he saw plainly that
they were dear even at the price at which
they were marked. He was about to
turn away when he caught sight of a
pair much better than the rest; in fact
they were excellent Arctics, as the
shoes are called, and Sandy felt that they
must have got in the pile of poor ones by
mistake. The clerk, however, who was
careless, slovenly fellow did not OBJ
serve the mistake, and Sandy was Just
about to make an excellent bargain by
paying just half of what the shoes were
worth, when he suddenly thought, "Is
this doing as l would be done by? Am
[ pleased when man gives me a three
cent piece for half dime? p
Conscience is troublesome monitor,
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in that case? Would you have said, at
is his business, not mine. He should
look out for himself?" That was not
what Sandy did, and that is why call
him hero.
Sandy showed the shop-keeper the
mistake, for such it was, and then Of
course he could not afford to buy the
shoes. The clerk, who, through careless
ness, would have sold them at the price
of the poor shoes, thought Sandy was
fool; the shoemaker wondered where
boy like that came from, but did not
give him anything Was the boy fool?
No. Sandy was rich in his honesty, in
his self-respect, and in the consciousness
of having done right
One day another family moved into
the house of which Sandy and his grand
mother occupied the upper story. One
of the members of this family proved
to be the shoemakers clerk of whom
Sandy nigh have purchased the "arc-
tics" He did not like Sandy, because
the master had given him scolding for
his carelessness after Sandy left the store.
He was boy fourteen years DID, i'll
natured, and cruel. By way Of retalia-
ton, he gave Sandy the nickname of
little goose" Sandy tried not to feel
it, but he followed him up persistently,
whether in the house or in the street,
crying, There goes the little goose; he's
Granny's goose, he is"
When Sandy talked over his troubles
with Granny, she read over to him por-
tons of the 9th Psalm Sandy liked
particularly the fifth and sixth verses,
Commit thy way unto the Lord trust
also in him, and he shall bring forth thy
righteousness as the light, and thy judg-
ment as the monday"
Sandy hoped that in time the clerk,
whose name was Tom Brady, would see
how unjust he was. How it all hap
pened [ must now tell you.
Goosey," said Tom Brady one day,
what makes you bother so with that old
woman? Send her to the poor house she's
no good; you'd have lots more money if