The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-03-03

az don't see what little Joe could do
here, with only one arm. Wh1ch OF
them is gone ?" he said at last.
"The left"
"Oh!wel he could tend day-school
and Sun lay school; they might make
scholar of him, more than they ever could
make of ME"
Dear Tom,' said Mary, eve must get
at fathers heart somehow, and all will be
we'll. | cannot bear to think of their
starving, perhaps, in that horrid Lon
don"
"Horrid London y repeated Tom. q
like that Oranges down here are a
penny apiece, and there Frank Fowler
got three penny-such beauties!"
On New Years day the Aunt Lyddy''
who had such strong hold on Mary
Boyd's sympathy, was literally without
Are, and almost without food the misera-
BILE attic where she starved and shivered
let in the bitter wind, and that day little
Joe Ind done everything but steal or beg
to procure his mother food. One gentle
man who had tossed him threepence for
holding his horse said that he was a fine
little fellow, and if he had two arms in
stead of one he wodld get him into the
shoeblack brigade. Joe colored, but
quickly recovering himself, answered,
" Please sir, willing mind is equal to
another arm" The gentleman smiled,
shook his head and trotted off. Poor
Joe put up his hand to the remains of
his arm; it had been amputated just
above the elbow ia consequence of au ac
cident II only wish had to do all l
could do with one arm he murmured.
He wandered up and down the streets !;
the air was growing colder and colder; he
was very hungry, but he passed the temta
tions of bakers and COOKS shops, tighten
ing his fingers more closely on the little
Isilver coin.
81 may get something for mother l
have another penny" murmured the boy,
He entered bakers shop, and asked for
a penny loaf, laying down his threepence.
Such a fat jolly baker, who was rolling
and laughing behind counter piled with
cakes and dainties, looked in his pale.
pinched face, blush from cold.
"Only a penny loaf New Years night
my little man? Well, there it is."
Joe took it up; as the baker took up
the coin he fixed his eyes on the boy, and
said sternly, You are young to follow
SO bad trade; this is bad money"
"Bad money |" repeated Joe. 90, sir,
l had it from kind gentleman for hold
ing his horse"
"Have you no other money!"
Another penny.
"And why did you not pay for the
loaf with that ?"
Please, sir, waited change; wanted
to buy something more for my mother"
and his large blue eyes filled with tears.
{" must keep that threepence What
shame for a gentleman to do such a
thing as give bad money to child like
thatr'
PLEASE, sir, know he didn't intend
it he spoke kind to me; he didn't know
it was bad"
The jolly baker looked attentively at
the little boy.
"See here, my lad if you knew the
coin was bad, the sin will be heavy on
you; but believe you did not; you
wanted food for your mother, aud you
would not let the blame fall on the absent
two right things. God help you,
child I" he added, pityingly "you look
half starved! Give me back that loaf
and here is abigger one; and missis hand
over one of those ounces of tea and half
pounds of sugar we made up for our poor
customers; and there's three sound pen
ny-pieces fer you, little one only always
look to your silver before you pa it in
futurer'
Joe could not speak for quite minute
he walked to the shop-door, and then
turned back.
off you please, you do not think I
knew that money was bad?"
"No."
"Thank you, sir I'll-never forget
sir p and giving vent to one
large SOB, he left the shop.
There was feasting in the widows attic
that night; to be sure, Joe was obliged
to make candle screen with his hat, or
the poor, thin little candle, would have
been blown out by the wind that
whistled through the chattering window
but there was blush cup of hot water
with an infusion of tea and milk, and a
tiny little fire and there was much thank
fulness for what would have seemed to
many a very small mercy and there was
earnest prayer; and huddled under their
scanty clothing, the mother and child
slept soundly, and awoke in the morning
to the consciousness that, as snow, having
found its way through the broken panes
of the little attic window, was heaped on
the floor and the neighboring roofs and
chimneys were like mountains of "daz-
zling white" there must have been
heavy fall during the night
Were showed up, Joe" said the poor
widow; "and the end will soon come :;
this cold will kill me'
mot bit of it mother" said little
Joe, cheerily, while moulding SNOWFALL
out of the snow on the floor.