The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-12-17

"'Caze ain't swine do 1t no mo-. And throwing his arms against the door-frame he buried his face in them. and he sobhed as if his little heart would break
 For a moment old Mr. Cary seemed to have lost his voice. and then he said. in voice quite new to Crow:
 T don't believe you will. sir-I don't believe you will" And in minute he said. stiii speaking gently; "coms here. boy"
 still weeping aloud, Crow obeyed.
 Tut, tut! No cryingi" he began. "Be a man-be a man. And if you stick to 1t. before Christmas comes. we'n see about those pockets. and you can walk into the new year with your head up. But look sharp! Goodbye. nowr'
 For the first time since the boys fall MT. Cary did not follow him to the gate. Maybe this was the beginning of trust. Slight q thing as t was. the boy took comfort in it.
 At last it was Christmas eve. Crow was on the back gallery putting a final polish on . pair of boots. He was nearly done. and his heart was begin- ming to sink. when the old lady came and stood near him. There was . very hopeful twinkle in her eye as she said. presently; T wonder what our little shoebiack. whs has been trying so hard to be good. would like to have for his Christmas gift7"
 But Crow only blinked while he polished the faster.
 '"Teli me. sol' mon." she insisted. If you had one wish to-day. what would 1t be?''
 The boy wriggled nervousiy. And then he said:
 "You knows. lady. Needle-an' thrads --an'-an'-you knows. lady. Pockets"
 well. pockets it shall be. Come into my room when you get through
 Old Mrs. Cary sat beside the Ire read ing as he went in. Seeing him. she nodded. smiling. toward the bed. upon which Crow saw a brand-new suit of clothes-coat. vest and breeches-ail spread out in c row.
 There. my boy" she said; ''there are your pockets"
 Crow had never in all his life owned q full new suit of clothes. All his 'new'' things had been secondhand. and for c moment he could not quite believe his eyes; but he went quickly to the bed and began passing his hands over the clothes. Then he ventured to take up the vest-and to turn it over. And now he began to find pockets.
 Three pockets in de ves'-two in de pants-an-an' fo'. no five, no six--six pockets in de eoat!''
 He gfgsled nervousiy as he thrust his little black fingers into one and then another. And then. suddenly overcome with sense of the situation, he turned to Mrs. Cary. and. fin a voice that trembled a little. said,
 "Is you sho' you ain't 'feerd to trus' me wid all dexe pockets. lady7"
 It doasnt take q small boy long to slip into 6 new suit of clothes. And when a ragged urchin disappeared be- hind the head of the great old -four poster" to-day, 1t seemed scarcely minute before a trig, "taiior-made boy strutted out from the opposite side, hands deep in pockets-breathing hard.
 As Solomon Crow strode up and down the room, radiant with joy. he seemed for the moment quite unconscious of any one's presence. But presently he stopped, looked lnvoluntarily upward a minute. as if he felt himself observed from above. Then. turning to the old people, who stood together before the mantel. delightedly watching him. he said.
 "Bet you my angel twin ain't ashamed, eff he's a-lookin' down on no< to-day"