Nebraska advertiser., 1857-04-09
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TIE GOLD COnE:
Or, TIE LITTLE STREET BBGeAR.

TAI
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1t was the morning Of q. new year
that had Just set ia, bright, golden
and beautiful. The sun glistened like
4 ieweled- -raiment in the cloudless sky.
The Ginning of the silvery sounds Eof
the bells struck jeyfulT upon the lis
tener ih every street. -
] There was a little girl-a child of
poverty on that new year morniin g g z 2 8 ]
walking the streets With the gay crowd
that swept past her. Her little feet
4 had grown SO numb, encased- only in
thin shoes, and those badly worn, that
! she could bat with difficulty move the
one before the other. Her cheeks
shook at every step she teOk, and her
lips looked purple. Alas, poor Elsie
Graylrshe was a little beggar. rr-
just like the old year was the new
year ito her, Just like the last years
wants, and the last years suferings,
were the wants and suferings of this
The change in the yesr brought no
change In her condition. Her mother
was a widow and an invalid, and the
child a poor beggar. aTHgd
In the old and cherries room
cleaned no bright fires of anniversary.
No eYergreens, no wreaths, no flowers,
save few old Withered ones,I decked
Its tizne-stained walls. There was no
] sound of merry voices within the
: door, to say to the widow Gray
"a happy new year to you, Mrs.
Gray FL
Heaven seemed to have walled her
| and her abode out from the happiness
that was All the worlds on that festive
day of the year. It had provided, tC
all appearance, no congratulation.-
Whyg We're they Outcasts p Had
they outraged their claims on the wide
/. worlds eharities? Hadathey Volunta-
rily shut themselves out from the sun
I. light of the living creatures around
, them? No. shame take the worlC
that. it must be so answered for them
Mrs Gray was very poor Fs
Little Elsie stopped at times anC
breathed her hot breath upon her blu,
and benumbed fingers, and stamped
her tiny feet in their easements, witt
e all the force left in them; and then b.
:. tears stood trembling inherlarge blu
= eyes for moment, and rolled slowl,
q, down her purple checks, as if the
" would freeze to them. She had lef
her mother in bed, sick and famished
4 What wonder that she cried, ever
though those hot tears only dripped ol
the cold paEements. They might 3
vel fail there rs elsewhere ); the man.
hnnan hearts that passed her we're ful
as lev and hardened.
Ayoung boy-a bright locking littl
: fel1oH-chanced to pass her, as sh
walked and Wept and sobbed. I'll
: knew not what want and suferin
we're. He had never known them him
Eself--knew not even what real beg
2 garr vas He stopped suddenly befor
s. Elsie, and asked her the cause of thos
tears. She could make no reply; he
heart was too full. iA
ng s'11As any one hurt you?" asked th
feeling little fellow.
Is She shook her head.
/ aHaVe YOU lost your way?"
aNe," answered the child audibly.
4 "What is the matter then.? he ash
. ed. + .s-,u A
~ -. az Mother is poor and sick, and l al
ng cold and hungry Wehave nothing
g. eat. Our room is quite cold, and thel
{ is no wood for u.s.. -
; & sEFhere dSAyoa live p
-as'4FiH you go with me :" asked Elsi
her face Frightening.
. eyes" said he, ''shew me the way
Through street, lane and alley ST
guided himO dThey reached the doc
Fdf ltlIe howell The cold breath of Il
red Wind whistled in at the cracks az
= crevices before them. They entere
Al sick woman feebly raised her hes
. from the pillow, and with a kind loc
said family, 'sElsie, have you come
t'Yes, mother, and / have brougl
this boy gwithme. i do not know vi
7. he is, but he said-vhe wanted to con
y and see where We live. Did I !,
az wrong to- bring him with me, mot
erlp
iirFaNo, my child" said the mothe
= riff he knows how to pity you from b
~ little heart. ? 'nl
= The bright-faced, sunny-hearty b.
gsIledin astonishment upon the moth
- faTlll child. The scene was new
him. He wondered if this was VII
:. they called poverty. Hiseyes look
sad uppIE the wasting; n1utbeF, but th,
glIttered with vundeF when turned t
. wards Elsie. Suddenly they fill
1ass with tears. The wilRt the woe, t
desOlati0n we're too much fer him. ]
IS, shuddered at the cold, uncovered hot
. E[e gaz.sd mournfulHy into the emp
Fireplace His eyes wandered wo
deringly over the naked walls, lOoki
lse uninTitnglY and i,heerless. Putt