The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-11-28
Daisy,s Bank.

Oh oh goody, goody !" And Daisy
clapped her dimpled hands merrily, as
Uncle Ross unscrewed the top of her
little red bank and let the pennies and
fve-cent pieces roll out upon the table.
"Ill buy two dolls, n candy, N little
tub, n teenty gloves, n blue p'rasol
with tassel on and a white cane froo'
it, to walk with when the suns all gone
down." And the little slippered feet
danced merrily around the table con-
tanning her store of wealth.
Ever since Daisy could remember,
this little iron bank had stood on the
bracket in her mammals room, and all
her pennies had found their way into it,
instead of the candy-man's pocket and
sometimes larger coin than either
penny or fve-cent-piece was dropped
down the little iron chimney but they
were all pennies to Daisy.
Uncle Ross counted them over two or
three times, to make sure he was right !;
and even mamma was surprised when he
told her there was sixteen dollars and
forty cents" This was quite sum for
a little girl six years old but it was her
own savings; and her mamma and papa
had promised, that on her sixth birth
day she should have it, to spend as she
pleased.
When the sun came out bright and
pleasant, and the pavenents were quite
dry, Daisy's mamma dressed herself and
little girl, and, putting all the bank
money into long, netted silk purse,
they started down town. Daisy looked
like stray sunbeam, gliding over the
gray pavements, i'll her bright crimson
merino dress and white tippet and muff.
Passing jewelry store, she saw some
handsome gold watches III show-win-
dow, and at once concluded that she
would buy tUO"-one for papa and
one for Uncle Ross-but her mamma
told her that it would take all her bank
money, and ever SO much more, to pay
for them. So she said she would buy
something cheaper"
Near q crossing, little boy came up
to them rubbing his ear to warm it with
one hand, and holding out his papers
with the other.
" Times, ma'am -? Journal ?"
Where's your comfort, boy, and
your mittens p said Daisy, seeing how
cold the little boy was. Why don't
you wear them p
&c hain't got any, miss, replied the
boy " and L wouldn't mind that but
I'm hungry most of TIE time, besides
being cold" And the tears filled the
eyes OF the little newsboy, and rolled
down his dirty cheeks.
80, mamma, said Daisy, holding vi
the well-filled purse. Cant L give
him some things ?"
eff you wish to, dear" replied heI
mamma, feeling very thankful that her
little girl possessed such kind heart.
They took the little friendless news
boy into store, and fitted him out with
q warm, soft comforter, mittens, cap
and, to crown all, pair of real boots
the first pair the little fellow had ever
owned in his life.
The long, silken purse was considera
bly, lighter, but not more SO thar
Daisy's heart. The beauty of the tex
seemed to shine out through her smil
ing face and bright eyes at is NOR,
blessed to give than to receive"
Daisy's attention was next attracted
by pale-faced little girl, leaning on I
pair of crutches, and gazing, will
hungry eyes, at the toys displayed in {
shop-window. As Daisy and her nam
ma passed they saw her wipe ava,
some tears with her sleeve. This wa
too much for Daisy.
"May mt ask her what's the matter
mamma ?" said she, looking back. The.
stopped, and Daisy, approaching TIN
lame girl, asked kindly: "Tell m,
what you cry for, girl; won't you
please ?"
80, 1 don't mean to cry but the slec