The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1868-06-09
MISCELLANY.
OUR LITTLE NEwsBOY.

L m afraid he's frozen ] I exclaimed L
my brother, as we both bent over tn
bundle.
Such little fellow as he was, in TIN
big, ragged coat such tired baby face
under the fuzzy cap; such a purple
little hand, still holding fast few papers
such pathetic sight altogether, was thu
boy, lying on the stone step, with tn,
snow drifting over him, it wa
impossible to 60 by.
'He is asleep but he'll freeze, if leG
so, long Here, wake up, my boy, ant
60 home, as fast as you can, cried John
with gentle shake, and very gentle
voice; for the memory of dear little
lad, safely tucked up at home, made him
tatherly-kind to the small vagabond.
The moment he was touched, the boy
tumbled up, and, before he was hall
awake, began his usual cry with an eye
to business.
Paper, sir p Herald !-'Transkip y
-Last--' great gap swallowed up the
last edition : and he stood blinking at us
like very chilly young owl
I'll buy 'em all, if you'll 60 home, my
little chap; it's high time you were abed,
said John, whisking the damp papers
into one pocket, and his purse out OF
another as he spoke.
All of 'em 7-why there's six y croaked
the boy, for he was as hoarse as n raven.
Never mind, | can kindle fire with
'em. Put that in your pocket; and trot
home, my man, AS fast as possible
Where do you live ? asked, picking
up the fifty cents that fell from the little
fingers, too benumbed to hold it.
Mills Court; out of Hanover. Cold,
amt it ? said the hoy, blowing on his
purple hands, and hopping feebly, from
one leg to the other to take the stiffness
out.
'He can't &C all that way in this
storm, such mite, and so used up with
cold and sleep-John.'
'Of course, he cant; we'll put him in
IL car, began John; when the boy
wheezed OUT
No; I've got ter wait for Sam. He'll
be along as soon as the theatres done.
He said he would; and so I'm waitin'.'
'Who is Sam ? asked.
Hes the feller lives with. amt
got any folks, and he takes care o me
,., Nice care. indeed leaving baby
like YOU, 10 Wiit ~. - t
right as this, said, Grossly. SUCH q
'Oh, he's good to me, Sam IS; though
he does knock me round sometimes, when
amt spry. The big fellers shoves me
back, you see and | gets cold, and cant
sing out loud; so I don't sell my papers,
and has to work 'em off late.
Hear the child talk One would think
he was sixteen, instead of six said
half-laughing.
I'm most ten. Hi !---ain't that {
oner p cried the boy, as n gust OF see
slapped him in the face, when he pecpet
to see if Sam was coming. 'Iiullo! tn,
lights is out Why, the plays dore
and the folks gone; and Sans forso
me-
1t was very evident that sam had for
gotten his little prote9e, and a strong lie
sire to shake Sam possessed me.
No use waitin' any longer; and nov
my papers is sold, amt afraid TO g
home,' said the boy, stepping down, Ink
little cid man with the rheumatism
and preparing TO trudge away througI
the storm.
Stop bit, my little Casabianca
car will be along, in fifteen minutes an
| ,,,b;Io uo;fipo vou nop worm yourso
over there, said John, with the purpl
hand in his.
My names Jack Hill, not Cass
Banks, please sir said the little party
with dignity.
Have you had your supper, MIR Hill
asked John laughing.
Il had some peanuts, and two sucks {
Joe's orange; but il warn't very film
he said gravely
5 Il should think not. Here Or
: stew; and be quick, please cried JOIN
$ as we sat down in warm corner OF II
confectioner's opposite.
While little Jack shovelled in the h
oysters, with his eyes shutting up no
and then, in spite Of himself-we look'
at him, and thought again of little Ros
face at home, safe in his warm nest, wi
mother-love watching over him. No
' ding toward the ragged, grimy, forlo
|. little creature, dropping asleep over
supper like tired baby,-l said
Can you imagine our Freddy, o
alone at this hour, trying to 'work O
his papers, because afraid to go hor
. till he has ~
I'D rather not try answered brotl
IS John, winking hard, as he stroked t
little head beside him, which, by I
by, looked very like a ragged yellow dc
mat think brother John winked Ia
, but can't be sure, for l know | did a
for minute there seemed TO be do2
L little newsboys dancing before my ey
There goes our car; and it's the la
said John, looking at me.
Let it go, but don't leave the bo
ly and irowned at John, for limiting ST
= a thing
Here is his car Now, my lad,
your last oyster. and come on.
's, Goodnight, ma'am; thanfee, 81
~ croaked the grateful, little voice. as