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returns of the day. Walter looked as though he did not know what to make of this, and his mother said, “Why, my son, is it possible you have forgotten this is your birthday ?”
Ah, yes, mamma,” he answered; “I only remembered that it was Charlie's first day out.”
' And so," said his father, "you are to give him a ride ; pray, what are you to do ?”
“O, I'll trot along by his side, on foot. I believe I can outrun that pony now.”
When breakfast was over, Walter helped his brother into the saddle, and was arranging the bridle, when Charlie called out, joyfully, “Look there, brother !” pointing with his riding-whip to another white pony, somewhat larger than his own, standing on the other side of the yard. Walter ran to it, took off a slip of was pinned to the rein, and read: “ Will Walter, our first-born and beloved son,
accept this birthday gift from his parents?”
Walter laid his face against the slender, arching neck of his beautiful horse, and burst into tears. But he was too happy to weep long; he soon ran into the house, thanked and kissed his father and mother, ran out again, mounted, and rode off with his brother.
They had a fine ride. They had many fine rides together in the years that followed; for Charlie continued to improve, till he became quite strong and vigorous. As for Walter, he always kept his robust health ; he did not grow to be handsome, but he became what is far better, truly amiable and agreeable.
Even aunt Hannah Perkins grew to liking him at
and uncle Walter Rogers, who sent him to college, has been heard to declare that he shall leave him all his fortuneknowing that he will not hoard it like a miser, nor waste it like a spendthrift, but so
returns of the day. Walter lo though he did not know what to ; this, and his mother said, “ Why, is it possible you have forgotten your birthday ?"
Ah, yes, mamma,” he answer only remembered that it was Charl day out."
“ And so,” said his father, "you give him a ride ; pray, what are do ?”
“O, I'll trot along by his side, I believe I can outrun that
pony When breakfast was over, Walter his brother into the saddle, and was ing the bridle, when Charlie calle joyfully, “Look there, brother!" p with his riding-whip to another pony, somewhat larger than his own, ing on the other side of the yard. ran to it, took off a slip of paper was pinned to the rein, and read: Walter, our first-born and belove
use it as to do a great deal of good, and make a great many people happy. But I do not believe that the writing that gives to Walter Harrison a large sum of money, land, and houses, will ever be so dear to him as a little
paper, which he keeps among his most valuable and sacred things in his private desk, and on which he has written, "LITTLE CHARLIE's Will.”