Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1862-08-27
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garments but never mind tha,, He wan-
ted tothink. Who are those people pass
ing him, looking so warm and com torta'
BILE? What did 1t mean that they should
be happy and cheerful, and he 80 sad p
None oftheDl had such heavy hearts -
that he was sure of. He looked up into
the cold blue sky. What was il, and who
lived up there Som ebody said once that
God would take care Of him Where was
God. Why didn't lie take care Of him
Q if he could only sec God for one little
minute, or the angel that the good man
told him of when his mother died Did
folks even see God? Did they ever see an
gels?
An organ grinder came near and took
his stand The melody he played lights
ened the little boys hear! somewhat; but
it didn't warm him, it didn't make him
less hungry. lie kept shivering in spite
Of music and he felt so all alone, so de.
spairjug, Chen the organ grinder passed
away be never needed the little child sit
ting on the Cur5stone no had so many
things 10 think Of. The carriages passed
by, and the carts, and a company OF sOl>
diers but IL was all dumb show to him
he was trying to think, with such dull
pain at his heart. Presently three or four
course, locking boys gathered behind him,
and winled and laughed at each other. In
another moment the youngest gave a
! thrust and over went the poor little home
less child into the gutter. One scream,
one sob of anguish, as he gathered him
self up and looked after TIE boys, nov fly.
ing away with shouts o. mirth. . how cru
e. i seemed il them-Aow cruel The lit
tie hungry boy walked slowly on sobbing
and shiYering to himself. He didn't know
what be was walking for, or why he was
living. He felt out of place-a poor little
Corlorn spirit that had lost his way--a
bruised reed that any one might break-a
little heart So tender that look was an
guish, how much more blow
The Little boy stood at last near the cor
ner OF a street. An apple stand, atwhich
he razed with longing eyes, rot fer OIL,
was tended by n cross looking old man.
There we're cakes ON the stand, and the
poor littlo mouth of the homeless child
wutered as he saw one boy after another
deposit his penny and take his cake. lie
had no penny, and though there was hun.
E, ger in his eyes, the cross. looking old man
The templer came The old man back
was turned. A vile boy a. his side at
the side Of the homeless child-nuiged
his elbow. You take one, he whispered ;
I'm give you halr
The little child gazcd at bin steadily,
IIcslw something il the bIearel ey es that
made him shrink-somethlng set his heart
to beating.
4 tell you. hool; one, whispered the
hoy i wont tell, and we'll 60 away and
eat IT,
4 don't want to steal, said the home,
less child.
% YOU tool " muttored tie brutal temp
Ger, and smote him in the eyes, his heavy
hand dealing blow that sent the ppor
little c,ilG against the wall, his whole
frame quivering with anguish. The ter,
ribie blow had almost blinded him for
moment. greut sob csme up in his
throar. 0 what have / done to be treated
so? There never, never was God, or lie
would not let him suffer 50, and that be
cause no refused to DO wicked. don't
believe that eyer man in his deIdicst
bercavements suffered more than that sad
little child. His heart was literally swell
ing grief, and though he could not reason
about it, he felt as if there were great and
sore injustice somewhere.
He started to cross tho street A dark
blnding pain made HE poor temples ring.
Back back Good heavens the child
is under his feet. Back back
% mamma it is our horses ran over
poor little boy o mamma, mammal
'ls he hurt much coachmanv The wo-
mans face is pale as ashes. Yes he is
hurt badly. Take him right in, don't
wait carry him right in and up stairs. 1t
was your carelessness. The child shall be
attended 10.
There is no anguish now. Perhaps God
saw he had borne all he could and so took
the poor little broken heart there to heal.
How very white and quiet % a sweet
face, sweet face" murmlred the woman
J bending over the boy and tears fell up
or his forehead but hedid not feel them
% the poor little boy " Sobs Nelly; the
poor little boy | wish he had kept on
the sidewalk wish he had stayed home
with his mother
Alas, in this world there was no mother
to keep hun.
Tho doctor came said he was not dead
but would very likely die. There was a
hospital near. The poor thing had better
be sent there. But the good woman would
not allow that. She would care for him
herself, she said lie had been injured
by one of her horses, and she felti was
her duty to attend to him. Besides, it was
likely that the child had no mother, Such
a hoy rs he, with his face so sweet and
girlish, so pure and lovab.e would never
he sent on the streets like that il he had a
mother. Besides land here tears. fell there
was q little mound not yet green over Just
such q child No, no, II was not in her
heart to put the poor wounded boy away
Let him stay whether he lived or died.
The weary, weary days passed on. One
? morning the little boy opened his dim
, blue eyes, but he did not know himself
, Hisslance fell YEARLY on his hands. There
We're white bands around his wrists. with
rutfies on them. The bed was snowy
white, too, and crimson white fell over
everything.
: Dear God am in heaven murmur.