Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-02-11
FOUND AT LAST

there stood tenement house, adjoining
a fastory. On the top floor lived q father.
mother and two children. DestitutioD
was pictured In It's most woeful colorings.
Two small rooms one OF which served
for kitchen aud contained dilapidated
stove, pine table, and four broken
chais; the other sitting room contain
lug a straw bed, with scanty covering,
aud an old chest. These constituted
their household goods and their home
The little girl when an infant. received
fall through the carelessness. Of the
nurse, (tor they had seen better days) aud
now she Is cripple. The father Is pro-
strated by fever The mother is deli.
cate woman. She came of high family.
and was rich but through the unfortunate
speculations Of her husband every thing
has gone. Now they are in poverty and
be Is glad to get work in the factory,
where so many poor creatures make
barely enough to keep soul and body to-
gather.
"Oh, what shall we do" sobbed the
poor mother almost unconsciously, aud
wringing Der hands, she said mo fire,
and nothing to eau, what will become of
us"
The little boy of years, bright lit
tie fellow, slipped out unseen by his
mother, quickly put on his overcoat,
more ragged than whole, and pulling his
cap over his ears, for it was bitterly cold
and the ground was covered with drift.
ing, snow be started out determined to do
something.
May clean your pavement STRIP
said Albert TO an aristocratic looking
gentleman coming out Of his gate.
why, my little lad, do you think that
you can h andle shovel9'
'Oh, yes sir viii you please to lend
me yours for l have none2"
But how do you know that l will EN-
ploY your"
81 hope you will, for my father is very
sick and cannot " ork, and We have moth
ing to eat and no fire, and little Pet
might die "
"And pray, who Is little Pet2'
'She Is my dear, little sister. When
she was baby she had 8 fall and she
cannot walk. She looks Just like an
angel, and shs Is ali that l have got in
the world, except my papa and mamma
| saw mamma cry and say what shall We
dor and it made me feel as II ought to
do something. Won't you let me do it,
sir2 | will try and please your
"Well, my little man, come Ia first and
get warm, and he led the way into the
kitchen Bridget" said he, give this
boy good breakfast and let him get
warm, then fill basket with food for
him, to take home Don't forged coffee,
tea and sugsr. Give this shilling TO your
mother, my little fellow, never mind
the pavement. Now, / must 20 TO bust
ness BY the way, Bridget, run up
stairs and ask Mrs Langden to give you
the overcoat, cap and rubber boots tba,
George has outgrown, put them on the
boy"
1t was a bright face and cheerful
heart that Albert carried when he entered
his desolate home. How proud he felt IN
his new Clothes with food for all, and
money in his pocket, On his way home
he bought bundle of wood and q bucket
OF coal to start a fire. and he thought
what happy old fellow Kris must b.
when he can make so many hearts glad
he softly opened the door Of the small
kitchen and to his delight found only
little Pet sitting on a chair, where hei
mother had carefully wrapped hei
In an old shawl to keep her
warm He quickly took cake from tht
basket and gave it to her and then pro
ceeded to make the 6re. Little Pc
elapsed her hsnds with joy; Will
Albert hurried so that be might se
the table before their mother came ia
AS he fastened to take the things from
the basket he turned and saw mis- mother
standing in the door like one petrifed
What did she sect Had her prayer been
answered so soon. she seemed to exclaim
"Oh, mamma" cried Pet, "see VIVA
dear brother has brought
Albert quickly ex lained his good lucl
and the room soon wore cheerful aspec
and was filled with the SAVIOR Of a gooC
I breakfast.
why does that boys face haunt m
sol His pleading voice rings in my ear
wherever go must see into it. HOY
strange that did not think to ask hin
3 where he lived. Perhaps Bridget ma,
know" So thought the kind hearted ma
as he FASTENED home. He entered hi
q library at once and rang for her.
r How about the boy this morning al
you ssk him where he lived HE father
name2
II did, indeed, sir, and be told me tina
his father worked ia the factory aut
that he lived in the house adj 1inin
l
! Hurry with dioner. Bridget, have t
60 out p
Aud, sure, you wouldn't think q
going out In the likes Of this storm
/ Sir"
, The physician had been called ia an
! the mother fears the worst. The father
fever has not abated. you should has
sent for me before" the pisiless doctc
said Send for this prescription at one
and give as directed And be vas gen
without one word Of hope or sympathy
A tap at the door made the poe
, woman hope he had returned to tell Z
= something else that might be done as sh
hasteue ed 70 open the door But ALDER
= was there FIRST
! We'll, my little boy, am glad to Sc
|. you. Eldors Ny poor. darling sister,
! and he clasped her in his arms "Foun
at last
9 Il have mourned fol you as II 20
k we're dead, and this mornings incider
, has brought us together His face is lib
a yours No wonder II haunted me Whel
have you been all these years that coul
y not End you2
o Ny dear brother. Williams unforN
d nate speculstiops ruined Us, and m
pride made me seek seclusion. going froi
!. place to place, wherever my husbsn
4 could had anything TO do Now he is &
/. i'll that fear be will never recover Blu
v tell me where you have been"
"Weli, SIX years ago, Uncle Arthu
sent for me to q 10 California 70
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