Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-08-20
A Noble Boy's Revenge.


And the gentle April showers!'
A Noble Boys Revenge.
"I wonder if any one in the world
ever had as much trouble as we have,
mother? It seemed as though we
couldn't bear another drop of trouble
when father lost the beautiful home
where Judge Walton lives. But that
was just nothing to what came after
ward. When father fixed up this cot
tage and brought us here, it seemed so
bright and coy such a dear little
home in nest of flowers - that we
didn't miss the grand home so very
much. But, then, father was sick so
long, we had to mortgage it to live, and
now he is dead, and we must lose even
this home, ard there's no place for Us
to go In all the world"
The brave boy, who had been such
tower of strength to his feeble mother,
who had comforted, and planned, and
worked with such untiring cheerfulness,
broke down, and great sobs shook his
slender form, as he laid his brown head
in his mothers lap.
"Just to think" he sobbed, that
the Judge, who has so much, must take
this pretty home, too! I don't believe
God cares for US any more, or he would
help us now"
Crank
There was a reproachful tone IN the
mothers voice, seldom used when speak
ing to her boy.
"Well, mother, suppose God really
does care, only we can't understand why
he should make US suffer so much. Only
think, when | went to Judge Walton's
to-day, and begged SO earnestly that he
would let US stay here, when I told him
that father had died here. and that the
little home was very dear to my sick
mother, and that would pay him every
cent of rent, if he would only give me
time, he actually laughed in my face. -
| A crimson flush spread over the boys
white brow, and a flash Of anger deep
ened in his brown eyes.
eyes, mother, he laughed-such a
scornful, contemptuous laugh - and
leaned back In his chair, eying me coolly
from head to foot, as though measuring
my height, then he said. sarcastically:
"Want to speculate with any OF your
spare money, alter supporting the fami
ly and paying rent?'
g [ didn't dare answer him, MOTHER
should have said something dreadfufly
disrespectful if 1 had so just snatched
up my hat and ran out of the room. As
! I reached the hall I saw his little Elsie
standing there, with two big tears in her
round, baby eyes. She slipped soft
little hand into mine, and whispered:
" Essie loves 90. Essie so sorry
naughty papa Essie div 90 hex pen
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"Oh, mother, how can such man as
Judge Walton have such a sweet little
girl as Elsie?'
cit may be-" replied his mother,
thoughtfully, that God will reach his
heart through her."
81 believe it is the only way posi-
ble," said Frank, vehemently. Moth
ing short of an angel could ever reach
his stony heart. At any rate, he might
have let US stay it wouldn't have hur:
him any. Now, I've got place in Mr..
Barlow's store, with pretty good wages,
and the promise of better if 1 prove
faithful. Why, mother, I would work
my fingers to the bone, if need be, jus,
~ hScP .tou LII ZIG oSd1 AoAno "htIS Id
ther died"
mo, my dear boy, it would be self.
ish and wrong for me to stay here if il
made it harder for you. But I had
thought, perhaps, the Judge Well,
never mind; We will not talk about II.
The darkest page in the future is no;
leaving the old home, Frank"
"What is it, mother?"
''It is that all thoughts of your edu
cation must now be given up"
Frank did not answer, but wistful
PARKWAY look crept into his eyes, as the
dusky shadows of twilight settled Over
mother and son, sitting together on the
little porch. The sweet June air wa:
fragrant with the breath of the blossoms
that filled the yard.
Long they sat there in silence, eacl
thinking OF the dreaded morrow, wher
they must forever leave the home made
dear to them in SO many ways.
Mrs. Rea was just recovering from 4:
long illness, brought on by fatigue ant
mental suffering at the time Of her hus
bands death, and she was in no condi
ton to meet bravely the new trouble
that awaited her.
At last, pressing loving kiss OF
Franks brow, she said, in low tone:
Let US leave the future in God
hands, my son, feeling sure that 81,
knows best. And now it is getting late
and, as there will be much to do to-mor
row, we had better go to bed and gel
what rest we can"
After kissing his mother goodnight
Frank went up to his room. AS b
stood in the door faint CLEAN of moon
light shone In through the bright, sout
window The muslin curtains wer
drawn back to let in the summer all
and as Franks eyes rested first on on
object, then another, in the little room
his heart gave great throb of pain, 70
tomorrow he must leave it all.
Instead of going directly to bed, h
threw himself on a couch that stoot
across one corner of the room, ant
watched the moonlight with tearfu
eyes.
He never knew how long he lay there
but he was aroused by the cry of Fire,
and, springing to his feet, he rushe
down the stairs and out into tn
sultry summer night.
A lurid CLEAN shot ilIb the sky in til
direction OF Judge Waiton's home. !
few moments later and the boy wa