Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-01-25

that / can see. You must all come back
with me tonight"
Tom Craven and his wife exchanged
glances, and at last Tom deferentially
ventured 20 speak:
You see. dear godmother, we've
need a fcw things TO make us presenta-
bic Mt your house"
"Ehl whatP My house is my own.
Come as you are"
The worst must be said, then! "But
please excuse such state of matters,
but I've got no bootsl"
Miss Greybrook gasped, and stared
from one TO the other.
Bootsl my godson without boots?
Here, Clara-thats your name, | be-
lieve--run out, child, and buy all you
need for everybody: and let us get out
of this place: l can't BREATHE
Away ran poor Clara, holding the
fat purse Miss Greybrook pushed
into her hand, and all uncon-
scious what she carried in it. 1t felt
so full, however, that she took a
cab and drove first to n boot shop where
she purchased for her husband, her
children and herself. Then came big
overcoat for Tom, and wraps for the
little ones--and she told the cabman to
drive home fast. She had paid for her
purchases with gold, and bank notes
cracked as she closed the purse.
Miss Greybrook carried out hor in
tention, and hustled them all off to the
station. The chilIren slept all the way
in the comfortable -first-class carriage.
1t was eleven o'clock when they drove
up to the door of the old lady's house,
and she grimly counted five heads in
nightcaps thrust out into the night air
from her neighbor' windows-amongst
them the Rector's with a flannel rolled
round as extra protection.
! Inside the house all was done in the
right way as soon as the word was
| given.
my godson, his wife and children
have come to live with me. Light
large fires in the two best rooms, and
get supper"
Three years had passed. Tom was
flourishing in large firm in a seaport
town where his godmothcr's money
had bought him partnership. 1t was
only short daily railway journey to his
work, and he and his family were still
happy inmates of Miss Greybrook's S
house. One day Clara accompanied
her husband to this seaport town; and
before taking leave of him at his Office
door, and proceeding to make the pur-
chase which was her ostensible reason
for bringing her bonnie face and fresh
winter costume through the grimy
streets, she waited while he went in fol
II book he wanted her to change.
While she was standing outside, grea
crowds of poor, espectable-iooking
people came in and passed on to large
room beyond. She was told they were
emigrants, Just about to start for New
Zealand. She watched their faces witt
kindly interest rs young and old passed
by, and presently woman who seemed
old to be thinking of such journey
dropped her purse just in front o
Clara, who stopped to pick it up. Ii
returning it she saw what made he
stop the woman and eagerly question
her. Yes, it was her fellow lodger il
the old Westminster street, and with
face of quiet happiness she told tn
lady that young son who had gone T.
New Zealand three years before ha
sent her money to join him. "He'
!. my only one ma am, and was troubl
to me once, but praise God he's doin
, well now!"
4 Then Clara in gentle tones wishe
her well, and when her husband cam
: back to her she reminded him of tn
events OF that miserable night whic
seemed so far-so very far off from tn
prosperous to-day, and in hushed an
, reverent tone, she said:
"Thank God, Tom, we never ha
3 that ESQ Reward!' "-lNinnie Doug
: las, IN ArgoSy.