Lancaster enterprise. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1891-1905, 1900-08-22
SIMPLE STORY.
THE FORM OF A CHILD THE
HEART OF A HERO.
How an Ambitious Orpan Boy
Rose from the Humblest
Station i'm Lite to the
Highest Position in
. the Councils of the
State.

Away back in the fiftles yes
sci puts into Charleston harbor,
For days it has wrestled with the
waves of the broad Atlantic, and
it's passengers are rejoiced to see
the sunny and to which starry
eyed Hope has pointed. Two
passengers, yes three, especially
interest US. A young man in
whose eyes burn truth and fidel-
ity, and a young woman who
holds by the hand a slender deli
cate boy about four years of age.
1t is easy to see that the three
are father, mother, son. They
have left their old home, hope
whispering, ambition urging that
in this the new world, they will
hew out of life's rough circum-
stances a shining future. The
little boy is the center, from and
t,ward which their every thought
revolves. To educate this boy 80
that he may be a blessing to
them and his adopted country is
their hourly prayer.
Their little home is a happy
one, for peace and love and plen-
ty abound. But God knows best
HE doeth all things WE'LL" Sud
denly the dark days come. The
noble young father is stricken
down with pellow fever, and the
widow and the fatherless COM
mence the hard, cruel battle of
life.
Don't be impatient, my dear
reader, l am not telling you an
idle story, Int truly true one.
and l must needs begin at the
beginning.
Well, before that delicate lit
tie boy has reached the tender
age Of ten, he is struggling for a
livelihood. Out in the streets he
sells newspapers-in the biting
March Winds, the sultry Agust
days-thls child, this little one,
works for his daily bread The
form of child-the heart of q
hero Now ye mothers who toll
with your little boys lessons
every evening", how would it be
il your little Jimmie, or Willie,
or Arthur, or Johnnie were thrown
out upon the world at such a ten
der age! l see your faces pale
as you instictively press your
boy to your heart. Read this
little story carefully, and your
patriotism will have a fresh
access Of zeal. There is no other
country upon the globe where
your boy has such a God given
chance to hew out in the temple
of fame name for himself.
Something over hundred
years ago, Benjamin Franklin
entered Boston with enough mon
ey to buy a breakfast of bread.
Every school boy is familiar
with his history. He was an
humble printer, yet today the
entire civilized world knows his
name and flashes from pole mes
ssges by that mighty power
which he discovered.
THE NEWS BOY.
But return to our little news-
boy. The Charleston society
people sweep by-perhaps buy
ing a paper, perhaps not. What
does it matter, tt g success or fail
ure of a newsboy2 But ah 4! some
day, mayhap, those same fine
peoples grandsons may be sent
to our capital city as pages in
the Legislative halls of South
Carolina, and 10 {! when the Gov
ernor's Message is read, 10 writ
ten by that same little barefoot
newsboy. Ah, little fellow, with
the form a child and the heart of
a hero, surely since those March
winds blew and those August
suns beat upon your little head,
you have striven manfuIly.
''Seest thou a man diligent In
business, he shall stand before
kingsr ~ Aye, in South Carolina
he shall be king among his
fellows