New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-07-07
oo,n said Harry, shyly, thrusting his

too" said Harry, shyly, thrusting his
hand into his pockets, and producing
an orange from one, and "daily"
from another. II thought perhaps
he'd like to see the news
'sTo be sure; just the thing my boy.
Go and give them to him while l put
these beauties into water"
Three minutes later the boy was on
his way to school, whistling merry
tune, now chasing a flying kitten, or
giving chase to a yelping little cur,
whose chief end of life was to let peo-
pie know how he despised them; and
who OF all the people he met focking
to the new pastors house, or vending
to their several places of business had
the idea that he alone, of all the large
church and society the old pastor had
gathered, had this day tried to cheer
his loneliness, or help him bear the
heavy burden which old age and fail
ing health had laid upon him?
But the little seed was sown, and al
ready was bringing forth fruit. Al
hour later, the little gate OF the par
sonage was soberly opened and pass
ed through by the deacon; and the
good man, sitting sad, and, in spite
of all his efforts and Harry's call
oppressed with the remembrance OF
that other day when he was the new
minister and his faithful wife the
blooming BRIDE, and then of many
other days, when in his strength and
devotion he ruled his people by a great
deal of love, not unmingled with fear,
perhaps; when his sons were coming
in and going out, and his daughters
were like plants, beautifying his home
and making life a Joy and a. poem:
now they were all away, somein homes
OF their own, while the two youngest
were earning the money which sup
ported their parents in their declining
years-when a step, firm and familiar;
met his ear.
Glow are you to-day, dear pastor:
Would you not like to take aride witt
me? The air is fine, and am sure il
would do you good"
Before they come home, they stop 6
moment at the new parsonage, anc
the young minister comes out anG
warmly greets his aged brother, and
begs the privilege OF soon and often
calling on him for advice and help:
and the old man goes home feeling
that he is still one OF the people, ifnot
the one OF all others. and is content.
In the evening, how Mrs. Brown en-
joyed meeting the old friends and max
ing acquaintance with the new! How
pretty she looked, too, with her soft
silver hair and sweet smile, her black
dress lightened up with Harry's flow
ers! One young lady said, as she
looked critically at the two ladies
sitting together, the old minis.
ter's wife and the new, eff Mrs Barnes
lives as long us Mrs. Brown, perhaps
she will be almost as pretty"
Harry kept pretty close to the
parties he had considered to be op.
posed to each other OF necessity, and
watched carefully lest any attention
should be omitted to his special charge,
which was bestowed upon her rival,
and even he could tindno caseforcom
plant. The new young minister took
the old minister's wife out to supper,
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the deacon. And when the party was
about to break up, and prayer was
offered by the new pastor, how tender
ly and reverently was "this aged ser.
vant'' remembered, and what fervent
thanks rendered for all his faithful,
loving service.
When the carriage was brought to
the door, the basket, filled with the
choicest dainties from the overhowine
board, was too heavy for even Harry's
stout arms to carry, and he did not
know till he reached the house that
the small package his father placed ir
his hands to be given to the old
parson, contained handsome anG
timely tribute in bank notes, from his
old charge, headed literally by theneW
pastor.
Little did he think that all these
good things for his dear friends were
set in train by his own simple, loving
gift Of a bouquet Of flowers in the
morning Boston Waterman.