The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1892-03-24


THURSDAY MORN
by itself, the shingles were Of. il had D'
door, no. nor snyihinx elss mo cos. ps
hay. net horse'blsuket, not bin Of coro
but i, hsd door. aud dosn be droopcd
upon il aud fell ssIeep.
You think because II 10 s,umon .ssnse
II isn't from the Lord; il be don't give uI
commonsense I'd like 70 ksov where =,
would &c, itg
A voice Vas saying u; such . queei
thing TO say Rob pulled hiuself up sod
iistene5; Commonsense and The Lord II.
would tell bis father that voice came oui
OF the old barn aud spoke Il 10 his dreams
Two men we're sslkins past the opening
where door bad been. and one Of them
vas talking; the sun vss shining on the
wet grass. He stretched hinseit. . shake
and then Was ready for bis journey. II
could not be isr nov, aud the sun vas
shining. Nothing hurts boys-his father
said iha, every day.
.
Msmms. wish you would make that
call with me to-day, cosxsd Jennie.
Not to day, answered mamma
\ i haven't had breath OF fresh air 10,
day, aud have one or two errands down
towL.
can do the errsnds, said Giles.
But you cant breathe the air for me-
laugh the mother OF fifteen'yesrold
Giles. What glorious oil day ii has been.
snd there is some Of il left now, il the sun
10 almost down.
After her errspds we're done Mrs Hem
derson stood on the corner meditsting
which way to go for another breath Of
fresh air. Down the wide street toward
the church looked tempting and she
turned stepping briskly. For five minutes
she kept on, not nesting any one.
enjoying the keen air and yellow maple
leaves strewed every wi hera.
Can yon give me somethine9 pleaded a
voice. Walking hurriedly she had not
noticed the figure she had just paced. She
turned, and saw an overgrown boy lean
ing against fence. His round brown face
was very serious, and bis brown eyes full
Of tears.
Give you something what for?
To pay my fare
Where are you going?
TO Brooklyn.
DO you live there?
Yes and lost my ticket In this hole
in my pocket. put it 10 there.
1t wasn't very safe place. was il?
No; it wasn't. And I'll get it mended
when | get home. Father sent me to
Hackettstown. and I'm walking home.
am afraid / can't get home tonight. or l
wouldn't ask you. never asked for mon
ey before.
When did you go to Hsckettstown2
Yesterday.
Where did you sleep last niRhtP
In barn out IN lot.
Are you hungry?
No; not hungry.
Have you had anything to eat?
had some dinner yesterday. l couldn't
ask for anything.
Why, you child you must be hungry.
Oh, no; with the big tears dropping, al
l want is toget home. can't walk there
tonight
should think not.
I'm not so tired; but it is long way.
You are twenty FIVE miles from New
York-from Hoboken. Well; the next
train down is after siI. Come home with
me and eat something; and I'll get you q
ticket to New York.
l am much obliged to you, choked
Rob.
You have pluck and perseverance
enough to make good soldier. remarked
Mrs Henderson as they walked on togeth,
er.
My grandfather was . soldier, he was in
tho war Of 1912. Aud my father has
pension; be was in the Grand Army.
Then think for the sac Of my country
shall do something for you. My home
isn't far; you will be 10 time for the train
and be home before eight o'clock.
Oh, yes. IN cut up Barclay street, and
walk across the bridge, and my street isn't
far from the bridge.
Have you mother?
In reply to her quick, sympsthetic ques'
iions Rob told quick story about his
home life; with escb reply the lady be
came more interested 10 the boy. His
slow pathetic voice. overgrown boyisbness
and luminous. fearful. big eyes touched
the motberliness that vent out to every
living creature. While he sat 10 the din
log room eating thick slices Of bread and
butter and saucer OF baked spples. the
tears never left bis eyes
lam much obliged to You. were oil the
thanks be could spesk.
On the way down the hill to the station
Rob answered her questions simply aud in
) few words; oply once did be speak any
hing OF himself, and then it WAS TO ex'
claim over the beauty Of 9 yirginis creep q
n that clint bed TO the chimney Of house
hey we're passing.
When Mrs. Henderson gave him bis I