The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-01-25
THE LITTLE NEwsRoy

ana the mosher leaned fondly over the
little ragged sleeper, awake up, my boy .
the tired slild vss soon fast asleep aoa;n''
"Poor fllow, said the mother. sie6inc
that sheEnust grudge her little one the
pleasuref few bours rest WFranlx fhe
church @ck is striking four.
"Fou4 and as if the word were magic
spell, Il boy sprang up and looked
around Flour already y
"Yes&ear, and it is raining fast: but
there isshothing in the house. and INV
cough 1Ao bad am afraid cannot 20 to
work Taay. Yesterday I heard the lady
cessan PARKING. ''A Az
"Dl&ne dare say that of you my own
mothT ana the child clenched his little
fists.
"Nr mind, my darling" said the
down. s'r ana q bis a.I curly hair
in H8en to help us do His holy will.''
H&Aelt at her knee, and folding his
han&pe raised his childish voice in pray
er t&m who cares for the orphans and
Wild:
how it rains And you have no
she and your cap is 80 worm"
DONE care, mother, the sun will
so Pc QUIT hope," he added, as the
I'D sound of the falling rain contradict
ed cheering, words. "Don't worry !;
III me home before dark, with my poe
tuffed, and We'll make up for not
lsg any breakfast"
5ood-by, my brave boy" and she kiss
a. m fondly.
ood-by," and with a bright smile on
crust and wrapping his thin jacket
@ly about him. Iic5 mothers linger-
look followed him till he was out of
Ut, and as che saw his bare feet splash
Gsthe cold mud, her eyes filed with tears
kAithought of the bright days long ago,
En she had stood at her cottage door
ling good-by to the young husband who
ked 10 briskly to his work, and to the
q, little boys who could scarcely leave
3 kissing baby before they ran away to
Fool-that baby, the same frankie who
"a Jet now earn his bread by selling papers.
& Hers was sad though common story a
yer had carried off the kind, hard-work-
8 6 husband ; of the boys, one was sleep.
9 beneath the blue waters of the ocean
!e other, a gallant soldier, had fallen
bile lighting for his county. Now poor.
'idowed, and almost dying, she lived with
er last and only one.
"Buy paper. sir 2"
"Get along Why in the world are you
'orever getting in the way :" and the hur-
cied business man pushed him aside.
"Buy paper, please sir. No one seems
% want papers this morning. Herald,
Times, World, Republican ?"
"Give me Times. Who could have the
cart to send such a concern as you out
o. day 2" And without waiting for an
nswer the man passed on.
"One already!' and Frank clapped his
lands. He was only ak years old, and
lot used to tie work.
"Say, little chap, give us the World"
said schoolooy, putting on airs.
ha
"Herald, boy.F"
ayes, sir" banding it with beaming
had better go homs." And he smiled as
be thought Of his moher's welcome.
A crowded car came by; he jumped on
voice. "Herald, Times, Void RepubEoan.n
mGiye me the Times" SAN klud-look-
ing old woman. A workmaA bought the
Five! Won't mother be glkaa =" And
he Jumped off the car to try anSAer, but
the step was muddy, his foot silRled, he
fell, and the horses passed oyer mn
MHe's gone !" cried gruf yolce.S
nNo he amt he's making out" saie
s.Move on, will ye !" cried a policeman
centlv lifting the senseless child. Make
room. say he amt dead-only stunned'
sure"
He carried him to the nearesC drug seof
and they laid him on sofa. Poor BOY
he was fearfully mangled, and one of hif
arms was broken.
1Iim afraid he won't last long," said the
druggist, with look of pity how did ii
hLook, sir, he's coming to! Give him
"Mother-call MOTHER" family murmur'
the dying child. ,..,
1The puir bairnie, he wants his mither,'
cried the old Scotch woman who had
bought his fourth paper, and who had fol
lowed him into the store. "Pu1r thing
she'll be sore grieved to lose thee, laddie y
and the tears trickled down her wrinklet
cheeks: she had buried her own two
iassies long ago, in Scotland. ,k
MGo for his mother ; who is she I"
81 knows, mister I'll go;" any the
nrchin ran out of the store.
IMother, mother, why don't you CONF tc
mo 9n sroaned the suffering child. :,
EShe ia coming, ladie, soon," and the q
woman stroked his pale brow.
"Holy Mary, pray for me m''"e
0o She has come she kneels by his side
abe leans over him in an agony OF grle
"Frankie! my little child, my Daring, ~
bodV- sneak to me oh, don't leave me
Nv bow oh, my boyw
He opened his large blue eyes anu la.n
lv amiled, and with an effort muEnlure