The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1882-11-03
HARYEY'S BRAVE DEED.

He was little bit Of a chap, only twelve
years old, and so pinched and stunted and
weaZened that you would have thought he
could not be more than eight. His eyes were
large and brown, and wistful, ike those Of
an Intelligent dog. and 1t was the pathetic
language OF those same brown eyes that
aroused the compassion OF an elderly, we'll
to-do farmer one morning.
"Mr. Adams (the farmer) stood on cor
ner waiting for a car, and above all the din
and hustle OF the crowd that hurried past, he
heard a shrill bOyish voice calling:
"Star Herald Sun Dreadful murder
in the 9Th ward Full account Of the trage-
dy. Star Heraldp'
"Hello Starvey, sold any yet ?" broke In
a second voice.
Mr.. Adams turned sharply around and
discovered that the drst voice belonged to as
miserable specimen OF rags and bones as It
had ever been his bad fortune to see and he
waited rather anxiously for the answer,
which soon followed in a patient uncom-
planning tone.
mot yet, but the old woman down yonder
gave me an apple from her stall, and I'm
not so very hungry"
Poor little chap % said the second voice
with real sympathy ''time is hard on We
that's fact. Try that old fellow on the cor.
ner; country I guess Mebbe he'll take
One.'
Acting upon his advice No. / approached
and spoke up hopefully.
''Star Herald Sun Take one, sir ?"
"Yes, let's have Herald,'' said the old
gentleman, diving into bis pocket for the
change. What is your name, my boy -
"Harvey, sir, but the folks In our alley
most generally call me Starvey."
"Starvey yes, yes," said the old gentle
man, with another rapid survey of the rags
and bones. ''why doesn't your mother
mend your clothes, and how does It happen
that you are so thin ? Have you been I'll ?"
Sick, sir oh, no, rather guess it's he
cause L don't get enough to eat, and mother,
she's dead % This last In hopeless tone.
with brush of his ragged sleeve across the
brown eyes. ''She died last winter, and
there's no one to look after me now
Thanky, SIR" as he received the change
which the old gentleman had all this time
been holding In his hand.
''Here don't 90 70 said the worthy indi-
vidual, as the bundle of rags turned to leave.
''How would you like to go home with me ?
[ live where there Is always enough to eat.
and you could take care Of the horses, weed
and help round generally Come, what do
you say2"
'HorsesP p said the mite eagerly. "Oh
l love horses, sir We used TO live in the
country when was little chap, and father,
he owned horse; used to ride him, too.
Go into the country GoIy guess so r'
''Well, WELL give your papers to that bov.
then he has sold most Of his. That's right.
Come along. now, can't take such fine
looking object home with me- Why, Maria
wouldn't let us In"
The mite was fitted with decent suit of
clothes, and finally arrived at the place
where there was plenty to eat-happy as .
king, and ready to worship the kind old gen.
teman who had rescued him from his miser-
able street life.
He was called Harvey now and soon ceased
to deserve his old appelation. He did will
lingly whatever was given him to do, but his
chief delight was to sleek the span Of BAYS,
''Kitty and jess" who occupied comfortable
quarters in the large barn. He watered and
FED, and groomed them untiringly, and
when, sitting beside his master in the new
spring wagon, he was allowed to hold the
refns. his cup of bliss was full.
But one day trouble appeared in the shape
of rough looking fellow who applied to Mr.
Adams for work. 1t was in the busy season.
and he was engaged without much attention
to references. For time all went well, but
Mr. Adams soon discovered that his new
hand bad trick of beating the horses, kick
in6 the cows, and otherwise maltreati ng the
animals about the place, and being hu-
name man he dismissed him with . lecture
upon the wickedness and cruelty of his con-
duet.
The the farmland became abusive swore
with manyoaths that he would have revenge.