The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1895-05-29

the table Sundays at the Chinese res.
| taurant. Sam Wing said that he would
| give us our dinners for helping Sun.
days, and Jack is so fond Of good
| things to eat that he begged me to let
him go, too.
"We both help Sundays and we have
ice-cream, and cake, and turkey" put
in small Jack, his eyes big at the
| thought.
eyes, but it amt any work for
gentleman, and as soon as | get regu.
lar work, be shant wait on the table,
but sit at the table and pay for his
dinner like other folks" said Tom.
A boy was wanted at the bank, an
honest, reliable boy. The lawyers
drew up strong paper recommending
Tom. He carried it to the president.
Something in the boys honest blue
eyes appealed to the president, as ii
had to me. He was given the place,
though so applied with him.
"The boy had the right stuff in him
to make a man, the president re-
marked.
Then the little sister was sent for
and placed in the neighboring convent.
The boy paid very 'liberally for he1
keep. :,
"Flossie shall be raised as a lady, -
he told me. ''The sisters take mighty
good care Of her.
The little girl spent her Sundays
with her brothers and a happier trio it
would have been hard to find. 1 often
met them in the feldsin the afternoon
gathering wild flowers. The girl her
self looked like wild flower, with her
sunny curls, blue dancing eyes and
rosy cheeks.
My wife and I often spoke Of adopt.
ing her, but we knew that the small
head Of the family would never give
her up. As - - .-.s- -, s-,,e.S
Months, laden with busy hours,
flew by. One cold, damp day in March
I was sitting before an open fire, and
was trying to read, but my thoughts
kept travelling back to the little spar.
rows who lived in the lumber room.
"A ring at my door bell, then a small,
wet and thoroughly frightened figure
entered. It was Jack.
ooh, Mr.. D., Tom is awful bad off
Please come to see him.
sent the child for doctor and
hastened to Toms room. I soon saw
that the poor fellow had pneumonia.
The doctor confirmed my fears. Then
he questioned Jack. What did they
|'live7on2
"Milk, bread, potatoes, meat some
times but not often, it costs too
much, said Jack.
"The doctor took me aside and
said: "It will go hard with the boy
|sbecause of overwork and sunderfeed-
Ing" Wesdid what we could forthe
child sbut1there never was any hope
and thefendscame very soon:
sssI was sittin g@by his bed tie last
night when he opened his bright,
shining eyes.
s.stNIr .1sNIr. FD.,9 SShes said - 'sYou have
been so awful good TO me that want
to tell you all about it. You asked
me once if my mother was dead and ]
never said nothing, so you thought
she was because / cried. But she is
is not dead. She smoked hop (opium)
with Chinaman and went off with
him, leaving US all"
suppose that I looked horri6ed,
for he Immediately exclaimed: ''She
could not help it, sir; when anybody
smokes hop With Chinaman they
always do what they tell 'em, and
never blamed my mamma. Then
after a pause, he added in a bitter
tone, "Pa beat her every time he got
drunk and took all the money she
made washing whenever he could get
his hands on it. He beat us, too,
Jack and me, but mamma had been q
lady and rich. It did not matter
about us boys, but it made me just
sick to see him a-beatin' her.
I tried to quiet him down and pres.
emily he went to sleep, and l heard
him mutter in delirium, II did what
I could for the children, mamma.
Jack goes to school and is going to be
Seducated as q gentleman and the sis
ters are raising Flossie at the convent:
They take such good care Of her and
are going to-. raise her, as a lady.
never blamed you for going of, but
we didsget 80, lonesome without you. =
Suddenly the boy 5 bright, fevered
ewes, opened. E4sOh,s Mr. D.. can {
die and leave the chiIdrenl Who will
take care Of them p
I. promised the dying lad to take
them home with me, and that 1 would
always care for them. Ny wife,
explained to Tom, had wanted Flossie
for some time to take the place of q
little girl that had lost. And
wanted Jack and would educate him
and adopt him as my own son.
Such look of sublime peace and
happiness came on the dying face as
,awed one to look; upon the beautiful,
unselfsh soul had Illuminated its
house before leaving it, and the little
hero's soul had gone to the God who
made it. NANCY LEE HILL.
A Refrigerator for Cities.
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