Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-02-08

'llillo This won't do. Move on
The speaker was gigantic POLICEMAN.
The object oi his wrath was II boy, who sat
on a low st0op, with his face buried in his
hands as if crying.
1t was night aud showing fast. A bitter.
bitter night in which one would not wish
t.rless.
Tie boy did not stir.
'llillo, 1 say, cried the policeman, an
griiy, advancing nearer. No shamming,
young 'un. Get up and move on
Bui as the lad, even yet did not rise, the
policeman stopped down, and shook him.
AS lie Gid this the boy fell over, senseless,
in the snow.
Great God T. cried the policeman Hes
dead. Frozen To Gcath, too; perhaps
starved. Poor little fellow An orphan.
no doubt. Well, must take him to the
station, suppose.
But as he lifted the body, which he did
tenderly. for he had children of his own at
home, the seemingly inanimate form stir
red.
'Fainted,' said the officer, 'but not dead
yet y If shf 'HI9BB5AtaRss a only l.y wasn't @ 80 81
here
AS he spoke, close carriage had dnshcd
up to the next house, a footman spraug
from the box, the coach door was dung
open, and an old man, wrapped in fur
cloak, stepped out, and took the servants
arm, to be helped up the high stoop See
ing the policeman, however, with the boy
i'll his arms, he stopped abruptly.
What What i he cried. ~ young
tramp. A beggar Not dead
NO, not dead yet, Mr.. Ascot, said the
policeman, respectfully, as he recognized
the speaker, well known as the wealthiest
aud most influential householder on the
beat, but I'm afraid will be, before | reach
the station. And he doesn't seem to be n
common sort of beggar boy
Not the common sort, eh? Neither is
he said Mr.. Ascot, as he looked at the
| boys clothes. Have him in here. John
ring the bell-why the deuce do you stand
there gaping-dont you see the boys dy-
ing from cold and hunger? / eau walk up
The steps well enough alone
~ moment more, and Mr.. Ascot himseli
led the way into warm, spacious drawing
| room. 's--
There's roaring fire ready, he said. Il
always have one waiting for me, when
come home from dining out. Where's the
housekecpery Didn't | tell John to bring
her at oncep All here Mrs. SJmers
comes. Something to revive him, quick
Gracious heavens if he should die after
ALL
Poor little dear y said Mrs. Somers. az
she poured restorative down his throat
There. Jane, give me the blankets, while
l wrap him up. An he's Coming to-
The boy opened his eyes. looked in 4 far
of way AT Mrs. Somers, and then glanced
dreamily. about the room. Evidently his
senses had not yet quite come back.
Mother, MOTHER he murmured. 4
can't find grsndfather-and it's so cold
I'm So
His head dropped on her shoulder, nnt
his eyes cl,sed again. One of his hands
which, up 10 this moment, had been tight
lv shut, opened weakly, \ note fell 20 The
floor.
Mrs. Somers did not see the note. Some
thing in the boys look had startled her
she gave a quick glance up at her master
then she began TO tremble all over.
Mr.. Ascot, who had been standing b,
her, full of interested anxiety. did not oh
b serve his look, for his attention had beer
attracted by the note, which he now stoop
ed to pick up. Then he proceeded to tax,
out his glasses, in order to read the super
scriptiOn.
Perhaps this may throw some light OF
the natter he said. The poor lad ha
been sent on an errand, and has fainte,
from cold, and perhaps hunger. What
What! Good God = his hands were shak
ing like leaf in an autumn wind. In tn
deep stiffness the paper ratified with start
ling noise. 1T can't bet can't be Mrs
Somers, your eyes are younger than mine
read--resd, read--is that address--is it
mine Thornton Ascot =
AS he spoke, in choked, convulsive gasps
Mrs. Somers leaned forward to read. Th
motion reused the boy again, and he open
, ed his eyes, this time with more of cor
/ sciousness in them, and he fixed lonl
, questioning, puzzled look on Mr.. Ascot.
: 'Merciful heaven = the latter said, stas
gering like one struck with sudden palzy
it is her eyes-her eyes
With these words, he fell back senseless
: the half-open letter fiuttering from his fin!
: ers to the hoor. Fortunately, the polio,
. man was in time to catch him, and lay hiI
: on the sofa.
For moment the boy was forgotten
: every one pressing around the master
e the house.
rs it a stroke p asked the policeman
spIsously, What does it mssu3'