The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1888-07-14
u don't believe I'll go in, after all

his steaning third story room maze
him hesitate, until the cool shadows
and the tinkle of the fountain drew
him ON.
The flint bell pull was not ans
w,red, an. really unable to stand,
he dropped on the sofa in the hall,
and there Mrs. Andrews found him
asleep
"Oh," he exclaimed; starting up,
and coloring furiously, "pardon
me-"
ut is who must beg pardon for
keeping you waiting, but here is my
apology" and she handed him Il
great bunch OF Marechal Neil
roses. .....
"Oh, how delicious ?" he exclaim-
ed, inhailing the fragrance.
"How tired you must get in the
hot city," she said, noting his pallor
now that the flush had Elded--lnd
his tremulous hands, Cant you
get a vacation and go home to your
mother?"
81 have no home, and no mo-
thor
"My poor boy" was all the ans.
wer she made but her eyes which
filed with tears, and the gentle clasp
of her hand spoke more than
words.
Nov, | am going to give you u
curious prescription, and send you
off to take bath before tea, there is
nothing so refreshing. Mr.. Andrews
always has one when he comes from
town"
Half an hour after, rested and re-
freshed, Calvin Wright came out on
the veranda TO find a tempting
lunch of strawberries and cream, in
sparkling cut glass dishes, awaiting
him, and he dropped into the soft
cushioned chair with a sigh of
pleasure. Ambrosial berries they
were to him, at least he told the
boys that night, that he had been
in Paradise.
The dainty tea table with its ex-
quisit napery, and its quaint, delicate
old china, was a revelation TO the
boy who had known nothing but
third rate boarding house fare to say
nothing of the white robed figure at
the head, and the earnest souled
man who heaped his plate with de-
licacies and brought forth his rich
conversational powers to entertain
his guest, with as much interest as
if he had been the highest in the
land instead Of the youngest clerk
in the elevator.
"Oh WE'LL" though the boy, "they
are rich, and have always had every
thing they want it is all luck any
way"
But in the long talk that cane
after tea, Mr.. Andrews told how he
had come to Memphis with suit
of butternut jeans and one dollar in
his pocket; how he had steadily
worked his was up, stayed on
through the terrible years of pestil-
ence--and had the fever himself
in n hospital.
$50 you see it is not all luck"
"Did 1 say that, sir ?"
mo, you did not say it, but that
is what you young ones think. 1t is
courage, determination, perseverance
and above all, it is Gods good hand
upon you-and that you can have
for the asking-that makes mans
success in life"
"Thank you, sir" said the young
man, involuntarily holding out his
hand. The elder grasped it cordially,
saying
"God bless you, my boy, and give
you the true success which may
not be measured here"
Goodnight, Mrs. Andrews" said
Wright as the clock gave warning
stroke "you will never know what
this evening has heen to me. May l
come again ?"
Come whenever you can. Thurs
days are 10 be my reception days,
and if you have any tired, home
sick, sad or discouraged friends,
bring them with you. We will find
some way to help them.
1t would take many pages to tell
summer, how meny tired shop girls,
seamstresses, and school teachers, as
well as clerks find II haven of rest
in the beautiful homestead of "Sweet
Content, "as it was aptly named. The
pictures, the books,t the grand piano,
the curios, all played their part.
The story is not all written yet;
its circles are still widening, and
only eternity will tell the whole.
"She is an angel" said the young