Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-07-25
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that I've walked too far already and I'm
Just going to sit down and rest; they
must wait, and / shall do as choose"
but, father"
'Now, don't talk to me about butts, ;
Charlie, because I won't have it. L
shall SIT down here, and you can tell
your mother not to wait-not to walt,
the man repeated, raising his voice with
the stupid anger of intoxication.
Still, in spite OF threat and refusal.
the child persisted in pleading that his
father should go home, but his words,
only set med TO strengthen. the mans
obsrinacy, and all the boy could do was
TO get his father TO turn aside from the
high road INTO field close by, where
the man threw hlmself at full length
on the grass somewhat under the shade
of hedge, and in a few minutes he was
sleeping heartily, whilst the child sat
down at little distance, with strange
kind of unchildish patience on his feat
ures, to wait until his father should
awake. Still he did not think of desert
ing his post, for no one but the child
himself knew how Cften he had Kept his
tlpsy father off the country road when
carts or carriages were coming along,
nor how he had managed to guide him
IN safety over the narrow bridge that led
across the river to their cottage.
So Charlie sat there quietly, though
he was growing more tired and hungry
every moment until the sound OF whistle
at q little distance attracted his attention,
the sound gradually coming nearer and
sounding more distinct, until young
man jumped over the stile at the end OF
the field and approached the child. who
then knew HIM to be gentleman he
had often met during the last few
weeks, sometimes sketching, sometimes
wandering about with his knapsack On
his back and his portfolio under his
arm.
busy with his own thoughts. and
Judging from his face, they were very
pleasant ones, Eustace Carroll had hall
crossed the field before he noticed
Charlie and his father. Then his quick
eye told him the meaning of the little
scene; the quiet, weary-looklng child
and tue sleeping father, with his untidy
clothes, and collar and necktie unfsst-
CACo Lib ldIC tuuACo uP " tbC D1uC
sky that looked down upon nothing SO
debased as this man, whom God had
made "a little lower than the angels, u
and who. by his own vice, had thus de-
graded himself.
With the quick instinct of childhood,
Charlie understood the look of disgust
with which the young artist turned to
him, saying kindly as he did So
You are waiting to take your father
home, L suppcse?'
''Yes, sir. replied the child, while a
flush of shame spread over his face.
well, think he is likely to lie there
for hours yet. Can't you leave him?"
'NO, sir; he might be run over OF
fall into the river If left him to come
home by hlmseifl'
'-Ob!'' said E-stace, as he glanced
toward the sleeping man and wondered
ii II would be much loss to any one il
he did tail into the rlver.
Have you had your tea, boy?" he
asked as he instrapped his knspsack
and took out small parcel wrapped Ii
paper.
Mother will be sure to keep it foi
me until l get home, sir" replied
Charlie, too brave to complain 10 4
Stranger,
''1hat's all right" said Eustace
understanding snd respecting the feel
ing hat dictated the answer ''mean
while shall give you this piece of CAKE
Just to pass the time away. Wnen
WAS small boy, stray pieces never pre-
vented NE eating my meals when they
came, SO Your mUtLeT's tea will lot be
wasted. New yen sit stllI, for L al
going to Il axe Ii picture, and wien II Ii
finished | will show 1t to you."
Very few oalnrles fell to Charles
share IN these DAYS, aud Eustace Nas
highiy amused at the manner III which
ne ale his cake, nIbbnng 1t off arounO
the eaee, SO as to make it ,ast as long
as possible, and he succeeded so wei
that the picture Was finished slmost al
the same tune as the last cur1aut disap
peared.
"Well, was it good?" asked Eustace
as he tied his pUlt ono.
Yes, mother d, es lot put currants
IN her cakes. Sometimes on our birth
days, when father has not been out, VT
have cake, but then We have 10 seed,
in it.
We'll, l am glad you like it. Lool
here, do you know who this ls?"
Charlie glanced at the little picture
Eustace held out to hIm, and then gave
scream OF uiprise.
why, it's me and father!'
And so 1t was; aud even though En-
STAGE should i've to be an ola ulan he
viii never succeed In making anything
more true to nsture than that hurried
sketch. He had Just caught the tired,
wlsuul look on the chlldis face, ana Ii
was all the more strik ng as it was
Brought into such contrast with the va
cant countenance Of the tipsy sleeper,
who looked so thoroughly out of piace
beside the child and the pleasant greer
background OF the hedge where the con.
vo.vulus blossoms mingled with the
wild rose and blackberry flowers
wait a moment" said Eustace, anc
then he wrote at the bottom OF til.
sketch those three lines from a poem O
Burns:
40 wad some power the giftie g.e US
To zee ourseis as lIhers zee us;
IL wad frae mony a trouble tree u.s."
There" he continued, putting the
picture IL the chlla's bands. "You
shail Lave that, and ii you like to show
1t to your father one OF these days, Dc
SO; IL may teach him lesson" And,
before the child could make any reply
E1stace was of and away, trampiue
along the high road.
Five years had passed before the
young artist ad the time and chance to
visit the quiet village again.
Still. Id the midst of 1t all he often
remembered his little sketch and won.
dereo-wnhout much hope IN the won-
der though-whether his idea that il
might do good had come to pass, and on
the day that he travelled down to slort-
son the memory OF the scene came
clearly before hlm with.the thought OF
the grand old words: Cast thy bread
upon the waters, Tor thou shalt find II
after many days"
And as 1t happened Eustace did find
1t, ana more quickly than he expected