The Kanzas news., 1857-07-18
The Guardian Angel.
BY MRS. n. A. DENNIsoS.

a little ragged news-boy went singing
his papers along the streets of Boston. His
hands were red, and the water leaked into
his shoes. Sometimes the crowd ceased in
its pulsation for moment, and eager-vis
aged men caught at the Iraoeiler or the
Times, and went thoughtlessly onward.
Then the news-boy would hitch up his rag
ged trowsers, pull on more firmly the queer
old cap that hugged his crown, and start
Of with the dismal sing song peculiar to
his vocation.
His bundle was lessened to a duplicate
edition, when his attention was attracted by
a loud voice. Turning the corner motley
group met his sight Perched upon tenn
porary stand, stood tall, energetic man,
lecturing the throng that seemed listening
in spell-bound silence. One sentence, shrill
and sorrowful, struck the ear of the ragged
newsboy, stopped his dismal song and bis
steps together, so that he WAS magnetized
with the rest. 1t was this: "his father is a
drunkardl puir, puir child" continued the
lecturer, his slight Scottish accent lending
beauty to his eloquence; "there's nathing
at home for him-not even a crust in the
auld closet. He must work the day long,
tramping through summers heat and win
ter's storm; he must hear the curses of his
father, and witness the tears of lis mother.
He has no warm clothes, and his little heart
swelis anigh to bursting when he passes the
well-dressed children of sober parents
And who pities him 90 he asked, raising
his hands and eyes to heaven. "Does the
rumseller?- laughs his tears to
seorn. Does the ach man? Na-too often
he kicks him from his doorstep, and drives
him from the sweet smell of the kitchen
where the meat is roasting. Do the angels
pity him? Yes, for what else but the aOiRgs
cfkke angels could keep the puir boy warm?
Doesn't God pity hin?-Oi dinna ask that
question. for God is specially the God of
the druTkard's BARN.
= The newsboy stood with his paper hang
ing from his arm, salt tears running fast
and unwiped from his eyes, his lips hang
ing and quiyering, and now and then sob
swelling up from his throat. Dismal, dis
NAL thought he, too, was drunkard's
child. His back had borne the blows of
drunken hand and felt the kick of drunk
en- foot-alasi Presently he wiped the
tears away with his ragged sleeve, and with
choking voice took up the burden of his
song but there was no heart In it.
U! mistker, misther, say something for
me father
The lecturer bent his head. A little up
turned face, wet with tears, looked wistful-
iy in his own; one little bony hand tugged
at his coat tail, from the other depended
several huttering newspapers. In that
young face. there was strange mingling OF
eatreaty, joy, hope and misery, that went to
the strong mans heart"
''Say a something for me father,'' whis-
pered the small voice again; Pse bin tellin'
him of yees, and mabby you can tache him
not to be a drunkard-oh! misther, say
somethin' for me father
Looking in the direction he pointed, the
lecturer saw a man clothed in rags, shame
faced and half-hiding himself behind pill
lar. With the pitiful look of the drunkard's
child for astext, he launched forth again.
Little by little the covering form made it
self visible, the hands came together with a
treznuleus clasp, the bloodshot eyes grew
human with feeling, the soul of the drunk
ard Lad been reused into something like
lite-his feelings were touched, and at last
his eyes fell upon the child he had given
life but to curse it In its dawning. o! the
remorse that came at once into his haggard
facel It was almost awful to behold. Hud
ding hss rags together, he hurried from
che spot, and the little news-boy with tears
unshed, anu sobs unspoken, went on his
way crying tremulously,-ssere's 1rasellesr
-oely two cents"
Il yaaHlpe. spake to We s;r-God bless
you, said a man in low ferreat tones-and
then he added again, drawing hard breath,
God bless We forever, sirl"
The rsn was well dressed, and held by
the hand q boy whose form was clothed In
lev garments from head 10 foot.
An. this is my little friend.'' said the
lecturer, kindly, laying his hand on the
shoulder of tie child
..Ies me guardian angel, be is, sir" re-
peated ti.e father, with leok that cannot
be put on paPer-.sny guardian angel that's
,aYed me out of a pit OF black destruction, - /
said the man. breaking down fairly as he
spoke, tears running freely over his rough
cIseeks. eOchl blessed be to God, sir, that
He ever gave me the crathure. lis the pa |
tient, kim boy he's been to me, sir, iver
since he was that high, and shame 10 me I
before nay God that didn't trate him with /
common hunianity-but oh, sir, We don't