The New York herald., 1869-02-28
THE CIrY,s CHILDREN.

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THE CITY's CHILDREN.
"0f urse wilL my little lady, said Mr. sey.
mour that Is what came here for.n
mo. you won'r w exclaimed the boy bitterly, .be.
cause you can't help her nowi II you had given me
only I'VE cents when first asked you it might, per-
haps, have done some good; but it's too late now
Look at her." And again throwing himself face
downward upon the bed he gave way to another pas
sionate outburst OF grief
horrid suspicion nasned across the mind OF the
millionaire whose eyes had by this time become ac-
customed to the moderate ight and looking
directly at the woman. God Of Heaven, what q sight
broke upon his startled vision
..Merciful Heavenw he exclaimed, holding his
HANDS before his eyes to shut out the ightfu spec
tacle, "she is dead p'
.Yes," sobbed the boy, ..dead-aead--dead And
when they put her in the cold ground shall be
alone-an alone There win be no one to care for
me thenp
While he was thus wildly lamenting the little girl
had placed her bowl upon the rude table, and with
the tears standing in her mud eyes, had advanced
towards him. Kneeling besice him as the despair
ing words left his lips she threw her little white
arms around his neck, and murmured, in tone Of
mingled pathos and gentle reproach:-
mo one, did you say, Charleyi No one at alr'
Instantly the boy checked his violent grief. and
looking up through his tears he replied as he aec-
uonately pressed her hand:-
"Oh, forget you. Maggie-I forget you: but you
mustn't blame me. was thinking Of nothing but
ner. twin be SO very, very hard to see them take
her awayi
BY this time Mr.. Seymour had recovered somewhat
from the rst shock which his feelings had sustained
and approaching close to the corpse he began to pc
ruse the features attentively. thrill Of horror
shook his frame anew as he didso for notwithstand
ing the change which death had made, he felt NOR.
ally certain he had seen the face before under far d-
ferent circumstances.
.what is your name, boys" he asked, excitedly,
turning toward the sorrowing lad.
The boy was stubborn and would not answer but
his little companion replied:-
..Hs name is Charley Hollister. SIR"
at is she, and we have met again at last but
under what terrible circumstances Oh, what Q
frightful, frightful death for her to die y,
He spoke truly. 1t was a frightful death, for the
woman had died Of starvation Starvation in the
midst Of plenty Eager to appease the fr,ghtful
cravings Of hunger she had seized the loaf and torn
from it mouthful, but as she essayed to mas
cate 1t the fatal reaction took place; death seized
her in the effort and she who had once tasted the
sweets OF anluance now sat there the victim Of
cruel want, stinened corpse, grim, gaunt and
ghastlyl
grle had not noticed his agitation sthe millionaire
rushed from the house and took his way towards
the coroner's once.
An inquest was held upon the body Of . wretched
and-except BY the weeping boy she had LEFT behind
her-apparently unknown woman; the Coroner's
taken from their business and forced into the SER
vice, had promptly ana without striving very hard
TO ind out who or wnat she was returned verdict
that Mary Holister, the unknown woman aforesaid,
had come to her death BY starvation; wealthy and
exemplary citizen had the poor victim OF cruel
all the expenses attending the funeral having been
paid out OF his own pocket-and four persons had
assembled in the room adjoining the one in which
Mary Honlster died to tax over the sad event.
These Charles Holster. the son Of the deceased
woman; the little girl, Maggie; Mrs. Bridget Mullins
q washerwoman OF unmistakably Celtic origin. and
Mr.. Philip Ferry, known in the neighborhood o.
"Phn, the Philosopher"
"And 80 the nns gentleman has offered to ma
place for you, has he, Charley, dearr asked the
widow. addressing the deceased womans son.
The poor boy, who, absorbed in his deep grief cat
in an out Of the way corner, did not hear her. and
little Maggie once more became his mouthpiecc
'Dont speak to him now, Mn. Mullins, please
don'tn pleaded the little creaturc-'he feels 50 bad
he don't want TO talk. know al about H. and III
answer your questions Mr. Seymour has offered to
ana = riecs scr cher,ev r hoord HIM "