Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-10-24
HARVEY'S BRAVE DEED,

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He was little bit of chap, only II
years old, and so pinched, and stunted,
and weakened, that you would have
thought he could not be more than s.
His eyes were large and brown, and
wistful, like those of an intelligent dog,
and it was the pathetic language of these
same brown eyes that aroused the COM
passion of an elderly, well-to-do farmer
one morning.
Mr.. Adams (the farmer) stood on a
corner waiting for 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 MUIR
der in the Sixth Ward! Full account
of the tragedy"
F'Hello, Starvey! Sold any yet?"
broke in second voice.
Ar. Adams turned sharply around,
and decided that the first 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, accomplishing tone.
fFNot yet, but the old woman down
yonder gave me an apple from her stall,
SO I'm not so very hungry now"
Poor little chap!' said the second
voice, with real sympathy: times is
hard on We, that's fact. Try that old
fellow on the corner; country, guess!
Mebbe he'll take one"
Acting upon this advice, Number One
approached and spoke up hopefully =.
''Star Herald Sun Take one,
sir?"
Eyes, let's have a Herald" said the
old gentleman, diving into his pocket
for change. "What is your name, my
boy?P
folks in our alley generally call me
Starvey."
F'Staryey yes, yes" said the old
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 ill?"
s'Sick, sir? Oh, no, rather guess
it's because I don't get enough to eat,
and mother, she's dead - The last in
hopeless tone, with a brush of his rag
ged sleeve over 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 gen
tleman had all the time been holding in
his hand.
"Here, don't co." said the worthy in
edividUal, as the bundle Of rags turned
to leave. Chow would like to go nome
with me? I live where there is always
enough to eat, and you could take care
of the horses, and weed, and help round
generally. Come, what do you Say?"
90 Horsesp' said the mite, eagerly.
''Oh! I love horses, SIR! We used to
live IN the country when [ was little
chap, and father he owned a horse. [
used to ride him, too! Go into the coun-
try! Golly! / guess sol"
Well, well, give your papers to that
boy, then; he has sold most of his.
That's right! Come along, now; can't
take such a locking object home with
me. Why, Maria wouldn't let us 1nr'
The mite was fitted with decent suit
of clothes, and finally arrived at the
place where there was plenty to eat; as
happy as a king, and ready to worship
the kind old gentleman who had rescued
him from his miserable street life
He was called Harvey, now, and soon
ceased to deserve his old appellation. He
did willingly, whatever was given him
to do, but his chief delight was the sleek
span of bays, " Kitty" and "Jess," who
occupied comfortable quarters in the
large barn. He watered, fed and
groOmed them untiringly, and when, sit
ting beside his master In the new spring
wagon, he was allowed to hold the reins,
his cup of bliss was full.
But one day trouble appeared in the
shape of a rougb-looking fellow who
applied TO Mr.. Adams for work. It was
in the busy season and he was engaged
without much regard to references. For
a time all went well, but Mr.. Adams
soon discovered that his new hand had
trick Of beating the horses, kicking the
COWS and otherwise maltreating the ami
mails about the place; and being a
humane mau, he dismissed him with q
lecture upon the wickedness and cruelty
of his conduct.
Then the farm hand became abusive,
and swore with many Oaths that he
would have revenge. Mrs. Adams was
alarmed, and begged of her husband
hat he would have the man arrested,
but he only laughed at her fears, say
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