The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-10-26
OUR LITTLE NEWS BOY;

L
Iou;sa M. Abbott gives the following
delightful little sketch in Mo,ry's 1fuses.fe.
The plaintive story which she tells with
so much life and animation Will Do reao
with interest by every parent ana 1y many
others, too, who are not. The nttie stoIy
has moral which ought NOT 70 DO ioiso''
Hurrying to catch a certain car at Q
certain corner, late one stormy night, 1
Was suddenly arrested by the sighs OF
queer Looking bundle lying In DOOR
Bless my heart il's q child ! on;
John. I'm afraid be's frozen ~ Iexclaimed
to my brother as we both bent over the
bundle. ,.f,H 49,,
ragged coat such tired . DSey ,; daIe hand hand
still holding fast few papers; such
nathetic sight altogether was the boys ly-
me on the stone step, with the snow
drifting over him, that it was Impossible 70
~ die lie asleep but he'll freeze il left 80
long. Here, wake up, my boy, and 60
home as fast as you can" cried John, with
a gentle shake and q very gentle voice
for the memory of q dear lad safely tucked
up at home made him fatherly kind to tho
4 small vagabond.
The moment he was touched, the boy
tumbled MP, and before he was half awak-
ed began his usual cry with an eye TO oasi-
q Paper, siri Herap : 1feaser r. a. :
Last great gap sMa h;utnS up a. ' us ike
e very chilly young owl. -, -
"IIl buy EN- all, if you'll go home, my
e little chap; it's high time you were aoed,
II said John, whisking the damp papers INTO
r one pocket and bis purse out OF another as
sAli of ,em why, there's ak !" croaked
the boy, for he was hoarse as raven "a,
aNever mind, can kindle fire with
'em. Put that in your pocket and sroe homo ne
as fast as possible." -
inn mn the fifsy cents that fell from the
little fingers, too benumbed to hold it.
tfMill's Court, out of Hanover. Cold,
amt it said the boy blowing his purple
hands, and hopping feeb1y from one leg to
the other to take the stiffness ONT. ,.,-,,
such mite, and 50 used up with the cold
" Sof course, he can't wenl put him in .
car" began John. when the boy wheezed
out ,... u.m ;.
along a. soon as the theatres done. HI
said he would, and 30 I'm waittn'
srWho Is Sam ~ asked.
."He's Teller lives with. amt 60
any folks and he takes care OF me-" -,
"Nice care, indeed leaving baby nk
~ .e1h. he's good TO nae, Sam is; though h
does knock me around sometimes when
amt spry. The big fellows shove m
back See and don Set se iGlG n ann pseer
and has to work 'em off late"
"Hear the child talk One would thin
he was sixteen instead of six" said, ha
laughing. 81. .,.. ,,a,
A. Of RInnne
him in the face, and when he peeped
see If Sam was coming, "Hullo the igh
is out Why, the plays done. and IL
folks gone, and Sans forgot me-
TWAS very evident that s. Sam bad Ssa;I Io'
gotten his Frotege, ana stfong desire
4 shake Sam possessed me.
..No use waitin' any longer; and no
my papers Is sold amt afraidto go nome
= said the boy, stepping down like lite
old man with his rheumatism and pFepa
g TO- tr1dgs E, away saEoe Gsss sSs
u'o4 will be along in fifteen minutes, and viii
~ waiting you can warm yourself over there
io said John with the purple hand in his.
ned "My name lie Jack Hill, not Casey Banl
sT please" said the little party Win oign1'
slave you had your supper, Mr.. Hill
9 asked John, laughing.
81 had some peanuts and two sucks
cts Joe's orange, but it warn'C very film"
cts said grsvely.
ctHk 81 should THINK nOG. ntEos Oo0 o'0'
and he Quick please" cried John as we
down in warm corner of the confectione
med opposite. n,. ,..a
,elp with his eyes shut up now and then
lth spite Of himself, we looked at him,
thought Of little rosy face at home home :, =,
in his warm nest, with mothers 10
. watching over him. Nodding toward
IL. ragged, grimmy, forlong looking creatn
dropping asleep over his supper like a I'll
"Can you imagine our Freddy. out ale
DID, at this hour trying to work of bis pape
because afraid to go, home till ne mas mas
"I'd rather not try" answered Brcti
John, winkiDg hard as he stroked the III
sS head beside him, which, by the way, io'
Z ed very like a ragged yellow door N
think Brother John winked hard, 6u
can't be sure for know did, aud fol
"' minute there seemed to be dozen ne'
st boys dancing before my eyes: =.
"There goes our car, and It's the ID
gs said John, looking at me.
q S "Let it go, bat don's leave the DO;