Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1862-06-05
THE REpUBLICAN.
2 JEssIE's LOVE.
By pArsY HowAnp.

gaiters!s And begrimed, filthy little
imp of a street sweeper grinned hideously.
We were crossing Chestnut street. in the
beautiful city Of Philadelphia, with friend
when the words caught our ear We turn
ed. and saw the startled. half indignant.
half-sorrowful :acc of girl Of twelve
years. the object of the young ruffian satire.
We looked first at the great brown eyes.
luminous with soul: then at the bare,
white feet that had brought the insult up
on her; but ere we could count three, the
owner Of them was half square away
Our companion, generous. souled, impul-
sive lad of nineteen. shook the urchin pro-
ifoundly. and read him lecture of about
ten words. IN most emphatic language;
whilst your humbl&scrysnt. reader. stood
laughing and blushing on the sidewalk
My companions indignation cooled some
what as we ncared the ferry; though an
occasional exclamation still escaped him.
There was the usual crowd and rush for
seats. and we chose rather to stand and
tyeiw the retiring city. We soon noticed
. pale. ssd-faced woman near US, who
was gazing snxiously among the crowd
In search Of some one. Soon. to our mu-
tual pleasure. we saw the owner of the bare
feet and splendid eyes, bound, and spring
to the woman's side
Jessie. darling! I was afraid some
thing had happened to you, it is SO late
But where are your shoes, my child?"
IL took them off, mother, and folded
them in this paper. l thought. dearest
mother, would not soil them. walking
through the dusty streets, when you had
worked 80 hard to earn the money to buy
them" ,I,.s .ef
Those poor little feetl" said the moth
or IN tones of pathos. Don't do it again,
dear: mother viii earn money to buy an
other pair before these are worn out
1t viii not do here. in the city. to go bare
footed. People viii laugh at you. and
perhaps subject you to insult"
The white cheek flushed. but the brave
child did not tell Of the insult already Of
fcred.
What success had my daughter to-
day" and the wonsn fondled the small
white hand nestled In hers.
- sold every one of my flowers. dear
mother; made two dollars and twenty-five
cents The moss basket / sold ON the
sidewalk to the passersby; and Mr.. Ev-
9 ans let me- stand in his store all the after
noon. and sell boquets to the ladies. Isn'i
he kind. mother? One Of the clerks or.
dered me to be off, bu. he bid him 'le,
the child a!one!' and told me / might
come there once week, and sell my flow.
ssrs.'JsEs ly..<sr.@-.f<g
The twilight had gathered around US, Sc
> that We could not see the mothor's face
although the conversation was cried on in
low voice. we did not lose word. Ny
tears fell fast; and knew by my compan-
ions hurried breathing. that his heart was
at the food. .<ysIfssoy7
Ny home was in Camden, and there too
the Aower-girl Mccullough did no,
find the exact spot for many months af.
ter. Next day. l was passing over the
same crossing. where the fast young A.
merican of the day before stood
swesping. This time WAS accompanied
By syoung friend whose father was one o.
the merchant printers of New York
There had been slight shower, and MI
friend tippedup her costly dress, and stood
irresolute. thinking where to place hel
dainty feet. The fast young sweeper. ev
identity saw q chance here to make dime
for he flung down his ragged Jacket ant
said, conningly: -"
Here. miss, put your purity feet on thi.
yer rsunderoout. and yell git over dry
shod."
Kate tip-toed over the novel foot mat
and when she reached the sidewalk, flung
the ragged diplomat quarter Of dollar
My nose. am sorry so say turued up, and
longed to pound the little imp who had
, insulted the pretty fower-girl Of the pre-
csding day. o world world how full O
inst such "doings" yoa sreI The roads
must Be swept and garnished for the gait
cred feet of the children of wealth to tread
: Their dainty feet must press only macada
= mixed roads. whilst the feet of poverty
must press the dusty. thorny highway
even though they were not calf-skin, and
carry the face of an angel. The ragged
? stseet-sweeper that apes the upper ten
in his devotion to wealth. High life be
low. stairs. 'etc. am truly glad tn
= fashion Of street-sweeping By these SAUCE
little imps is somewhat out of vogue il
these days.
- :. Again "met. By chance" young Jes
sic, the sweet-faced hower-girl. 1t was il
the autumn that was crossing to Camden
quite late one afternoon. when who woul,
= see, but sweet Jessie This time she wa
slone; and the intense sadness of her face
: cannot describe. spoke to her. and b,
and b. drew from her the cause of her sad
ness. Her mother was dying of consump
tion. and. besides that mother. she had no
one GIiend on earth. She spoke of he
mothers anguish at the thought Of leav
ing her alone in this cold world, and nue.
more. that brought an unwonted moistur
= from my heart to my eyes. As the boa
! reached the wharf. we parted, but tina
, night called at her humble home II wa
Ia a miserable garnet that the widow Sum
! .nsr lay. dying. Poverty had long sine
obliged them to part with the pleasant cot
: .tage and fower-garden Jessie loved s.
: we'll. The little could do was done; an,
leaving an old colored servant to watcl
:. with the sufferer. / left promising to com
next day- All night lay awake. no
: planning . story. reader. but trying
> .think what could be done for the poor girl
so soon to b an orphan just at day
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