The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1869-10-22

papa HaA DOu5 1T aOLRo u MS uLdlCA-
es."
Never mind about the match boy
just now. said her father. perhaps
I'll buy some matches Of hiA some
day. Now let US situp to the table"
Rosa needed no second invitation,
her walk from church had made her
hungry. and she felt-that she could
do justice to the dinner. While they
are eating. suppose we go back to our
young hero, who is less agreeably
employed.
He kept his post in the doorway
still crying his matches. But i'll luck
seemed to follow him. Nobody ap-
peared to want them.
"Matches p repeated boy Of per
haps Bis age whom he aeeasted. -
"Wbat do you think want matches
for Perhaps you think I'm mar
ried. and have a family 9's
This ELECTED e shout Of laughter
from bis companions.
Il telfy you what, match boy. said
another. you'd better keep your
matches. 7oa,ll need 'em for cigars
sometime 81 other.s
There vas another merry hugb,
aud the boys went on. They were
not cruel. only thoughtless. but their
esreless words sounded cruel to little
Joe, who slunk back to his place.
He kept his place some fifteen min
utes longer. but continued unsucces-
ful however.
"I'll go somewhere else, he said.
Blowing his fage hieh we're
almost be numbed wiE ak
ed Oh, hardly knowing for
the dissetion.
It seemed to = loIdsr.-
The chill air seemed more sepetrat-
ing than ever. and little } 1sT9ently
wished that his matches v all sold
and be was back home, for even the
poor room which he called home was
more comfortable than the exposed
streets.
Again he took refuge in doorway
where he was sheltere from the cold
wind, and sat down on tie steps. He
was not now 10 a crowded thorough
fare, but in a street on each side
of which loomed up handsome dwell
ling houses.
His fingers were very cold.
Il wish I could warm them at a
fire." exclaimed litue Joe.
The thought came to him that he
had himself tbs materials of a fire
with him. He hesitated. for his
matches were mechandise, and repre-
sented value. but be was so cold.
"I'l burn just one little bundle"
he said.
The matches were soon unpacked,
and with little friction. burst into
flame.
Joe held his red fingers over them
so as TO obtain the greatest possible
benefit from the scanty warmth they
afforded. The package was soon
burned, and little Joe, half warmed
looked loDgingly at another. But it
would be reckless extraEagance. Just
then the door opened and a servant
appeared.
'Halloa, what are you doing here?''
he asked abruptly, sesing the little
match boy.
mo HARM" said Joe humbly.
81 don't know about that" was
the rude Ietort. Come. you'd bet
ter be moving"
"Who it, James 90 asked sweet
voice.
ITS a impudent boy, Miss Rosa,
that's seated himself down here as if
the house belonged to him.
"Let me see," and a little curly
head peered out through the open
door.
"Ob. James. it's my match-boy," p"
said Rosa gladly clapping her hands.
Your match boy!'' exclaimed the
servant in surprise.
"Yes, 1 saw him on the way home
from church. What's your name lit
tie boy %
"Joe Boynton, miss"
"Aud you're cold, amt you %
yes, very cold" said little Joe,
shiveriug.
"Then come in and warm"
"What are you doing. Miss ROsa?'
demanded the servant aghast. What
will your father say?''
Never mind, James. I'll tell him
you re not to blame. Come right
along. Joe. Right in here"
The wondering boy followed his
little guide into a handsomely fur
nished apartment.
"Who, have you got here, Rosa?"
asked her mother in surprise.
1.-THE little boy 1 was telling you
about. He's ever 80 cold, mamma,
and I don't believe he's had any