Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1882-03-27

up as If to note how his proposltlon
would be received.
breakfast Of conrse! We
never turn folks away hungry.
Where did you come from?"
cover east" was the indefinite re-
ply.
''Where'd you sleep last night?'
"Under the bushes, down the road
a piece" the boy answered.
"Wel, you're great one l
shouldn't wonder, now, if you'd run
away?" half interrogated the farmer,
with a pleasant twinkle in his eye.
''Do you mind telling your name?'
"Jay, sir
"Jay, hey?'
"That's what they call me-my
real name is Jasper
"Who are they-your father and
mother?"
II haven't any, sif.
brothers and sisters p
sNot one," was the curt reply.
The farmer looked sharply at the
boy from under his broad-brimmed
hat, as the saw piled to and fro, and
doubtless he would have pushed his
inquiries still further had not the i'm
patient lowing of Whitley and Doll
reminded him that it was milking
| time.
"Well, you don't look over and
above strongish. You'd better lei
that wood alone till you get some
victuals down"
s'I'd rather keep on was the only
answer; and the work proceeded
with no interruption till Ethel, the
three-year-old pet of the family
came trotting around the corner Of
the house to announce in her baby
fashion that breakfast was ready.
"Come right in, come right in
You've earned a good meal of vict
uals," and Farmer Granger led tn,
way, with his little girl perched upol
his shoulder.
The lad silently took the place as
signed him, at one end of the table
opposite Ethel and her father, Will
Mrs. Granger and happy-faced oil
lady occupied seats on either side.
The first supply of broiled har
and baked potatoes had disappeare
from the boys plate, and the secon
installment was vanishing bit by BIT
when Mrs. Granger suddenly discoN
S cred that he had no butter.
f ''No, ma am, | don't care for it
this bread is good enough withor
butter," was the reply when the plat
was passed.
Mrs. Granger received this compl
n ment with a pleased smile, and a
!, extra large doughnut Immediate
y found its way to accompany the bu
: terless bread.
{ ''I'd like to work a while longer
pay for that breakfast" remarke
4 the boy, as he followed the farm
e through the wood-house. II haven
e tasted anything SO good for a lor
II time - and the saw was taken l
l. without waiting for permission.
u II "Well, if you've mind to C
and pile up a spell, you can stay al
- get your dinner. We always me;
a to have good victuals and plenty
u them here"
At Mrs. Granger stopped now al
y then to look out of the buttery wi
- dow and II wonder who that b,
,e is, anyhow was repeated mo
ht than once that morning to grandm
lg who sat in the little old rocker, quit
III ly knitting.
. "Now, where are you bound for
questioned the farmer, as the |
a. picked up his bundle after dim
e. and seemed ready to take his deps
10 ture.
e. II don't know, SIR" he replie
SIS digging his bare toes into the di
:. Il s'pose I'll stop anywhere I C
w. get work
- ssWhat's the matter with Il
ch placer" with twinkle of the 81
ry eyes. ssThere's wood to cut, a
- it'll take three or four days at
- ~ least calculation. I'll agree to g
i'm you enough to eat and a comforta'
bed. Maybe by that time you v
:. want to run home again.
-as The boys eyes flashed but he
OF OF his lips firmly together and made
ad answer for minute. Then he sai
st. "You are very kind, sir. I'll s.
led if you will let me-
)x- "Solomon Granger, you are
zyl' exclaimed the nervous III