Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1870-02-12
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
No HOME


This Saturday night The wind hoHled
as il hlred by, lifting dirt, dust, rags,
and The like from the street to dash Them
in the faces nI hose who hurried along.
Apd'it was cold, shiVeTing, garment.
screeching, az # in anger o, one who
would be comiortablt. The heavy ON.
nbusos rumbled over the frozen pave
ment The horses seemed all in shiv.
er-Ihe driver sat pounding his gloved
hand on his knee. is iace well muGed,
as the bus turned from BroaGw way into
Fourteenth III street. Every one was hur-
rying % reach home, or somewhere.
Hi !" .."
Too late We sprang TO catch the
horses 10 carriage. The driver turned
ou, to meet lhe omnibus. lt,le ragged
girl ran across the s,reel-dd net notice
the team-iwo gentlemen sprang at the
same tine with US 10 save her, bot too
late,
we helped bear her into a store. Her
little face aud hands We're blue with cold.
The IIlde calico lrDck and thin peuicoat
did not keep the cold from her tody.
The ragged shoes KEEP, hrr feet from the
cold pavement, but there was 40 stock
ings or llsle paniIes to keep her ankles
and legs warm. . ~
Tie poor lin!e Ming tpo5ned and
shrank away as We placed her on the
counter, while the great agony-fled tears
came TO warm her freezing checks. Gent
ly as mans hands could were tie few
hooks Of her dress uohooked-Ihe blood
from cut on the left side Of the forehead
wiped away, and her liule ieel warned
BY our hands. Then We found three ribs
broken by the Ieei Of one of The horses as
he struck her doyn.
What is your name, liuIe one ?"
Sarah Ryan, SIr." ..
"Where do you live ~ I'd 81
"Nowhere, SIR"
NV here is your mother RI l..r.
"She is dead, sir .a
"And your father :" ....
"He was seni 10 prison. sir. two years
sgo, sir" And here lhelsars !el fast and
sesIdlng y.-. .
How old are you. Sarah g. .r
Ten years old, sir"
"Bul YOU live somewhere - '...
al sleep at Daddy Burke's cellar
"Who is Daddy Burke 7" - L''.
lies a rag picker sir and LET'S me
sleep in his cellar. ~ p
How do ; on live :" .
IL sweep the crossings when ir's mud
dy, and hold ou, my hand, sir"
. 70 hold out The hand is silently 10 ask
aims. DO.
And. sir, know kind lady who
gives me viclJals, sometimes, for Daddy
and me."
We took the Iille wah mp town where
lives a good woman, and physician
friend called ib render assistance, charg.
ing nothing for his lime and trouble. Per.
hsps i, was two huHrs ago we ldl tie liz.
tie sufferer IN a warm room, on a clean
bed, her dirty rags renewed, and a clean
lit e nlghl dress on her slim body. And
she was sleeping with tear in each eye,
trying 10 ttoId back Other tears.
Old Daddy Burke in his rsg-ceHar, will
wonder tonight whereis the intle one
WHO, il seems, 5egs for him in return for
tie shelter he gives this lille girl who
once had mother, and who Is some
body's tiie girl lor all her poverty.
Tomorrow she will be better. Prei-
ly soon she will be well, and omebody
will care for her as you and we, kind
reader, ould wish for some one 10 care
for our Iiile once. .s.a= ..H.. .r1.
Who Of The IlIIe girls that read his
chapter Of fscts @ouft change places Nth
poot iue Iitle Sarah. who has no home
no one TO love her ! Who would car
ry the load lbis poor Iillie in1ocen, must
carry all lie years Of her life
Mother is dead !"
Father in prison -
God ply lie liule sufferer. No
home-no one 10 keep her good, and
pure, and spods.s. The world is cold
TO her, a, was the blast this night Who
will keep her from falling even worse
th6n tTe iell WuIte slbCe WHO Will lske
her-be kline to her-pray Tor her-csre
for her, and Try TO make her frozen life
happy! Some one wili-weiknow il
Rave asked it, and kaow that some one
will care for her as che is cared for nov.
II thousands Who read, and who know
Of the. annie. Of poor lR.le children in
great cities " no bsve, no-homes, would
popse and 'bpk Of their own homes. and
how much better of they are lban hey
might be-how much more comfortable
they are than thousands OF others. iheyr
would be happier, bTsveI, and more con
tented and liberal Of heart ..'...t o
Sometimes, shen. weary from over.
work, or wien troubled. as all are at
times, We feei depressed in spirit, lrpd,
and jus, li'le eRvious OF those Who fare
sumpIuopsly live in idleuess and exirsva.
CANT luxury. ..sApd We are tempted 10
close up business, sell what We have, and
invest IN non tsxPsyatle securities, and
live IN the Interest with oui more labor.
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