Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-10-30
OuI saturday Night
AB0uF BURDENS, AND Tmosk wno
BEAR InEN.
nin IN nfrfr ~

II'N hey Rsrsr hrsl
DO they care nothing Tor any Of
usg Win there never be a halt Ia
/ time, or will The weeks rush by like
those swlit-rushing trains bearing
heavy burdens on-On-on-on
leaving here and there some article,
as We by the weeks are leit, but ever
rushing ong Aud rs those trains
rush on, driven by power We can
not soc, 80 move tho weeks on tho
down grade To Eternity, caring
nothing for tho ones who may be
ground to atoms by the flying bur
den.
Let US who arc wise look out be-
fore the train-tho coming Of the
final week, which will grind us into
endless pain II we do not step aside
into places ofsefcty.
But those burdens!
This Saturday Night We were
very tired in mind aud body, yet
light ofheart rs any linnet's feather,
for the work OF the week was done
AS we felt, we'll done. Not one
unkind word had We spoken-not
one net performed wo would not
have our loved ones know ONO
man wrongcd ofa penny.
llomoward slowly walking. Men
glorious, muscular, rough beard.
ed, honcstiacod workingmen-hur.
ricd by with their little tin pals,
every now and then ono of them
having u copy of our newspaper
bought Of ncwsboy or from q news
stand. Ono man stopped at n little
fruitstand, threw down ten cents,
and said good naturcdly to tho old
woman:
"Somc pears, aunty, Some good
ones for my little ones, and put en-
in the pail"
They filed tho pail nearly half
full. We looked at him IN admira-
ton, and thought of the joke he
would have Oh the little ones When
he gavo them tho pail to put in It's
accustomed place against the Mon
day. lie looked good naturcd, and
VIC asked him
"llow many little ones have you?"
"Four."
"Wherc do you livc?"
"On Fourth street. y
"Can you carry more than you
have in your pail?"
"What do you mean 2"
"Can you carry few things up
that way for mc?'
"Wcll, | am not in the carrying
business, but don't mind to accom-
mod..te q man"
"All right. Aunty, fill that pail
full of pears. Now, you will car
ry these also to your little ones, and
this big Bartlett to your wife, and
this one for yourself, it will bo II
great accommodation to me-"
"Well, but-but-what for? Who
are your
"Ncvcr mind, but tnks these to
your babies for mo, and I'll thank
you, for ihy baby is away on a visit,
and can't take her any tonight,
and it will do as well if you take
them to your little ones"
And we separated. Ho winkcd,
and looked, and walked on to look
back over his shoulder, as did we.
lie WINS not insultcd at our rudcncss,
for the hchft knows Its friends.
Then we walked on, and on, and
on! The carriage rolled by, rich
men sitting back against the cush-
ions. And the omnibuscs, and the
street cars, and the hackney coaches
all bore away to homes those who
needed rest. And tho cartmcn, with
tired horses passed us to homes
somewhere And the streets were
full Of people OH foot, crowding each
other, as II little girl, not six years
old-a ragged, barefoot, bare head,
half dressed little thing-wilh n
wcazenish, shrunkcn, famine pinch
cd face, came staggering across the
street, with a heavy bundle of blocks
and sticks, gathered from the ruins
of building nearby where the fire
had been 1T work yesterday. 1t
was load we should not have cared
to lug away, but she hurled on as
il being pursued.
AS thought directed, we touched
her shoulder lifted therefrom the
bundle, tied by dirty cord. She
sprang as if struck, and, with tear
in her eye, said:
"Please don't, sir; l didn't mean
TO steal them"
"Come here, little one"
"No, sir; I'd rather 60 home"
"Comc here don't be afraid. The
bundle is too big for you well car
ry it a little way for you"
She looked ut us half in doubt, rs
if fearing trick, or arrest, for they
drive children away from places
where chips, little blocks, and sticks
are picked up in great cities. They
are valuable-worth many dollars
cord, and Injuries arc not for the
poorl Think of this ye who live in
tho country, by timber where the
poor Of New York would be happy
If they could gather the limbs, aud
chunks, and bark, and sticks that
are rotting. t
"What is your namep"
"Anna Mcl}afferty, sir"
"Where do you live, Anna2"
"In Houston street"
els your father aliver" HT 4
eyes, sir"
"What does he do p
"Nothing, sir, but mother does
"What does your mother do,
Anna?"