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The Widow's Son

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Ncstled among the trees at the foot of u bilt, in a Jittle brown, one-story, wouden house, lived tlio Widow Wood. s)i,i i;„,.fi .,n iilone, save her litlle boy - kur ouly ciiilu, iouijiij. .+ „. , Daijd was a poor, hard-workiog man. whobad eon'.rived to pay for their little jome, having ono cow, and kept his litio garden in good orde-r, when he was euddeuly removed by death. Johuny vas too young to renifciüber his iather, aud the ueighbors ftved at a dtance, and fo he and his widoweti mother were uil in all to cach other. The schoolïouse was far ofl, too, but as soon as hia ittle It-g Lad got lung euough, Johnny was found at school. E-.irly in the morDing, washed aud coinbcd, he would [ss his mother for a loiig (3ay, with his itlle dinuci-babkel on Lis arm, while r-he, charging hun to be "a good boy," would tura tack to her lonely home, to epin or weave, or to do sometliing by which to earn a'pittance towurds their support. Souietimes stie would go out to meet him towards night wheu eho ,nought it time tor bim to come home, aud then hand in hand, little Johnny vould teil bis joys aüdsorrowg, how the oys called him "a baby," and a "milkop," becauee ho stoutly defeudud his mother, and then Miss Pierson praised ïim for getting his lessons bo well, and citlltd him her "model little boy." "I don't thiak they ought to hiugh at us if wo are poor, do you, mother r' '■Why uo, uot if we do as well as we can." "They throw and pull me round, they do, becaufco I am litlle and not strong. can't fioht them ; but 1 teil you what, mother, l'll grow up, and .'11 be a good bcholar, aud be a doctor or a lawyer, uud hen wc w'ill livo in il big house, and ,'ou ehall dress like a lady, aud l'll have ;ood cloihes, and sce if they will laugh tLy more 'i ' "Wtll, Johnny, you be a good boy, and learn to love your books, and I will do all I can for you." The widow wiped a tear sileutly from her face, and feit that this little confidiug boy was dcarer to her thau all the wealth in the world. So she sikntly toilcd and denied herself everylhing poesible, and kept her boy at school. Vhen ho had learued all they could teach him at the little red school houso, she sent him to tho aoademy. He was the poorest boy in the school, the poorest dreesed aud f'ed. - Pcople wondtred why Widow Wood sbould "kill herself with work, just to keep that great boy at school." They ;ii(i ''he had better bo earuing soinothint; for bis mother." But the widow kept silent and toiled on. At length the time carne nhen Juhnny was ready to go to college - Could she ever meet the expense ? She had earnt'd atid saved sometliing every year, by her loom, in view of ihis posaibility. After he had eulcred college, she milked and drove her own cow to pasture, cut her own wood all winter, and ono diy in the week, sometinas two, went out washing. Soon it began to be whispered around that "the widovv's boy was doing well ;" aud thüii, "that ho was a liiu; schol ar ;" atid ono d;iy lic graduatod, the first scholar m his class. Tho poor mother took his arm aft'T tho c.xcicise of tho day was over, and with tears and srnilee wilk' il with him ihrough the strects, tho happifest mother ia all that city. A lew yeara aflcr bhe saw hun takinc a coiiiiiiaiiding positiou in his profeesion - one of the must honorcd and ditiuguithod men in our country. She did see him iu hij elegaut house, surrounded by a great library, and a most gifted family of children, and aho did live with and lean upou him ap upon a strong staff; but I um uot sure that sbe was really happier than when dumping a er wood-pilo, that shc uiiglit save n lit tic lo help lier boy tluouli college. - TLoy ajru batb (iead now ; but I knuw ifl well, and iii valuable writings ar on tny tsblo before me. Kuch is tij implo, bat truo slory of "'i lie Wid ow's ISon."


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