The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-02-24


gently, he said in kindly tone:
GeL UP, my little man, and run out for
some more fitting food than this. You
shal1 want Tor nothing now, for i viii be
our friend. See, here Is money ~ And
as ne spoke he took some SILVER coins
Rising from his reeumbent position as
the hrst tones Of the geEtleman's voice
Tell upon his ears, the boy turned and
raced the latter VINO was surprised TO see
upon his features, not a look of gratftude, ;.
put an expression amounting almost to
Go away =" exclaimed the boy. bitterly,
go away, and leave me alone. hate
And why should you hate me. nv poor
lad?" inquired Mr. Seym our, IN a tone or
unlelgned surprise. " never fnJured
. You haver, exclaimed the b,v. pas
slonateiy, you have always Injured me
and sucn as me. l hat b you because you
are rich, and because You don't care who
slarVes 80 long as you have plenty TO eat
and 40 drink, and to wear, and throw
away. l feel rs though. l eoulI kill you,
and may, too. If you don't go away, for
have the strength to do Id g.oa0.- although
am only a boy ~
Upon my life L believe the bay is GET
ting crazy = exclaimed Mr. Seymour In
al believe I am, returned the boy, We !.
hementIy, land it wouldn't be muen TO
wonder at if 1 did. L wish / was crazy or
dead, wouldn't care which,
Mr.: Seymour was about 90 make some
conc1liGtory reply bat before he could do so
| the door opened, and a little girl about nine
| years of age entered, bearing in her hand a
bowl of soap; She was a beautiful, bright
/ looking child, although her clothes We're
unttdy, and her hair was nncOmbed, and
| fell struggling around her face. Her large
| blue eyes were full of gentleness and
love, and an almost angelic look rested
upon her meek, retiring countenance. -.f5
She was somewhat disconnected upon
discovering a stranger, but reckoning the
| boy TO a corner, she said in whisper,
While a smile of Joy lighted up her little,
/ thin face:
80 Hero CharIaxr T511a hroroI,t n howl n r
| real nice soup for your mother, and / know
II iii do her good. Mrs. Maddox, who lives
| up stairs, gave it to me for fetching her
pail of water, but Pm not hungry, and it
| Will be so nice for your poor mother"
The boys lip quivered as he struggled to
subdue some terrible emotion, and he
answered, at last, in a husky voice:
" she don't want it, Maggie-I knob she
| dOn't-you eat IL yourself.
t" w no is that gentlenan," whispered the
girl, at the same time stealing glance at.
! Nr. Seymour. 1s -4
" He is a rich man. answered the boy
aloud: WHO lives IN great house up
| town."
"Oh, am SO gladp' exclaimed the girl,
| oyousIy, for am sue he will do some
| thing for your Inotherp'
| - OF course L will, my little LADY," said
| Mr.. Seymour" that is what 1 came here
for,
ono you won'tw exclaimed the boy,
bitterly, g because you can't help her now!
you nate I5i me pty mEe rsb9S
have done some good, but it's too late now.
| Look at herH And again throwing him.
self face downward upon the bee, he gave
away 10 another passionate outourst OF
| grief. .a.
! mind of the millionaire, whose eyes by
| this time had become accustomed to the
moderate light. and looking directly at
/ the woman, God of Heaven what sight
| broke upon his startled vIsionl
| Merciful heavenP he exclaimed, hold
ing his hands before his eyes to shut out
| the frightful spectacle, she is dead J"
| Yes" sobDed the boy, 81 ead-dead-
dead! And when they put her in the cold
ground, 1 shall be alone-all aloneI There
| will be no one to care for me thenP
| While he was TINS wildly lamenting,
the little girl had placed her bowl upon
| the rude table, and with the tears stand
ing in her mild eyes had advanced toward
| him. Kneenng beside him as the despair
ing words Jeff his lips. she threw her little
| INJURED. in a tone of mingled pathos and
gentle Tepr0ach:
" No one, did You say, Charley? No one
Instantly the boy checked his violent
grief, and looking up through his tears, he
| hand:
"Oh. forgot you Maggie-I forgot you,
but you mustn't blame me. / was think
| Ing OF nothing but her. II VIII be so very,
very hard to see them take her away !"
BY TINS time NJ r. ssy M oar had reco yered
| somewhat from the first shock winch MS
| feelings had sustained, and approaching
close 10 the corpse, he began to Pefuse the
features attentively. A thrill lGf horror
shook his frame anew as he did so, for not
| withstanding the change which deaf h had
| made, he felt morally certain he mad seen
| the face before under far different circum-
stances.
What is your name, boy" he asked,
| exeitedly, turning toward the sorrowinS
The boy was stubborn, and would not
answer, but his little companion replied:
a. His name is Charley Hollister, Sir.n
| " 1t is she, and we have met again at last.
bat under what terrible circumstances!
| Oh, what q frightful, fright.ui death for
her to die!'
| He spoke truly 1t 4oas a frigbtfuI DEATH
| for the woman had died OF starvation!
| Starvation IN the midst of plentyi Eager
to appease the frightful cravings OF han.
| ger, she had seized the loaf and torn from
| Ft a mouthful, but even as she esSayed TO
masticate it the fatal rec ction took place,
| death seized her in the effort, and she who
had once tasted the sweets Of a1i1uence,
now sat there. the victim of cruel want,
| stiffened corpse, grim, gaunt aud CHASTITY
Casting look at the children, who, in
| their great grief had not noticed his agIta-
tIon, the millionaire rushed from the
house and took his way toward the Coro-
An inquest was held al pom the body of a
| wretched and-except by the weepiug boy
| she had left behind her-ep parelltsy un
known woman-the corOner's jury, com
posed of NJ en- who had Sudden y been AIKEN
| from their bust ess and forced INTO the
service, had promptly and without striv-
| ing very hard to Ind ouE who or what she
| was, returned a We dict that Mary Hollis
| ter, the unkDo@n woman ar resa;d, had
| come to her 0eath by star va tion--sl wealthy
and exemplary citizen had seen the poor
| victim of cruel want decently id To est
| in Gree nwood Cemetery, ali inc expenses
attending the funersl having heen pad
out of his own peck et-anI four re sons
had sembIed ia the room adjoining the
one in which Mary l1oll ster died, to talk
over the sad event These were Charles
HOliister, the son of the deceased woman !;
the little girl, Nag 1e Mrs. Bridget Mul-
Celtic origin; a ID MIR. Philip Ferry, known
In The reighborhooa as Phil, the Pnilos
And so the fee gentleman has offered
to find piace fer YOU has he, Char ev,
dear?" asked the wIdow, ADDRESSING the
deceased W. mans son.
The poor boy, who, absorbed in his deep
grief, sat in an out-of-tbe-vvay cor aer. diI
not Lear her, and little Maggie once more
bees me his mouth. piece.
Don't speak TO him now, Mrs. Mullins,
y ease DON'T" pleaded the little creature-
g ne feels SO bad be don't want to talk.
know all about it, and Fit swer your
ques ions. Mr. Ne mour has Offered TO ii I'd
d place for Charley heard him"
The MYERS tlion was interrupted by
knock ng ut the door, which was opened
By Mrs Mullins, and a tall, bi'lious-lo k
ing man, of a sioister expression of csun-
tenanc wrigslet his way into the room.
Eelst' whispered the philosopher,
new comer-''I can see 'em sticking out
all over. slippery and tricky-twisb him
self into any shape hepleases and adroitly
make his, escape through the smallest
kind of hole. Every hair on his head
TO be sure there isn't many of them-is an
eel, and Il an cells eye was magnified to
the size of his with a proper lens I'll veri-
ture to say you couldn't tell one from the
othert"
The individual concerning whom Phil
Ferry thus soIiioquzad, looked sharply
around at the group for a moment or two,
without speaking, aud then turning his
gaze toward the widow, he said:
Is So she's gone at last, ell -
0She is, Docther McNab,'' replied Mrs
Mullins, a. she is, poor crayiher! Heaven
rest her sowl."
And the boy, what viii become of him
now?" asked the man, while greedy
look lighted up his dull, gray ey es q /
hear that n rich mana Mr.. Seymour
mas offered 10 take charge of him Is that
II believe it is, answered Mrs. Mui ms
"but diviT a much mesilf knows about it
But, don't Ihroabie the boy-poor little
lilly. the thribulashin is keen On him =