The farmers' vindicator., 1875-04-30
CASH.

I For the benefit of very little chill
dren, we will explain that in a larg
city dry-goods stores, little boys arr
employed to carry to the cashier tn
money received from a customer pur
chasing goods.
When the salesman has sold some
article, he calls "Cash! and on
of the little boys comes running to him
The hour for closing had arrived
and the cash boys of Conran, Caufir
& Co., the large dry-goods dealers il
Broadway, we're hurrying out Of the
store, each bent on reaching his home
in the shortest time possible, when a
clear young voice called out, & say
fellows, hold on minute, won't you
/ want to tell you something"
The boys instantly turned back and
surrounded the speaker, grey-eyed,
shy.looking lad Of some ten years, GER
tainly not more, perhaps less.
"Hurry on George" said one OF the
elder ones, 81 promised mother I'd be
home early tonight, and besides that,
there's to be fresh ginger bread for sup.
per, and my big brother is awful fond
Of it, so | don't want him to get there
first"
"Well, you know" said George,
speaking quickly and distinctly, "Wil-
| lie Lee has not been here for week
past, and we've all been wondering
what had become of him. / stopped
wondering last night and went down
to his house to see him. And he's
been awful sick, but he's getting bet
ter now, though he amt able to walk
yet; and, boys he amt got any father
or mother"
"Why, George, you haven't got any
yourself" said Tom Briggs, merry
faced black eyed boy.
eyes, but I've got good uncle who
takes care Of me. I'm one of the
lucky ones, l am, and Willie amt.
He lives with an old grandmother who
earns only three dollars week when
she works her very hardest, and he has
a pretty little sister five years old, and
she hasn't any Shoes"
"That's kinder hard" said Tom
Griggs, "Go on, young Hamlet"
"Well, as you all know, day after
tomorrow is Christmas, and l don't
believe they'll have anything good un-
less we give it to them. So l propose
we buy them Christmas dinner"
cts. precious little money we get
any how" said Tom Griggs. "They
call us Cash. but whats in name,
as w. Shakespeare says"
"Who's he?" asked Frank Spencer,
and without waiting for an answer, he
went on, "Drive ahead, George.
What's your plar2
"Well, there's twenty of US, amt
there? And we can each spare five
cents-that's one dollar-and Pm sure
the clerks will give as much as we do,
that'll make two dollars, and two dol
lars will buy nice Christmas dinner
for three people"
$50 it WILL" said Tom Griggs
nothing wrong with your upper story,
George. Keep on, and you'll be an
A. I. Stewart one of these days."
"Here's my fver. It's a tax on
me, to be sure but I'll do without my
cigar for couple of days, and that'll
make it square"
The boys burst out laughing merrily,
and before they parted, the whole thing
was arranged.
Christmas morning beamed bright
and clear. Willie and his pretty little
sister were both sitting in large old.
fashioned rockingham, looking over
picture paper some one had given
them, and grandmother was working
away as usual-for very poor people
have no real holidays-when a sound
of smothered laughter was heard on
the stairs, and then came a tap at the
door, and some called out sharply
"Cash +"
Enter procession sing file.
Tom Griggs-carrying fat chicken
with blue ribbon around its neck.
Frank Spencer-basket of potatoes.
Sam Styles bunch of celery.
Three other boys with an orange in
each hand.
Target bearer with mince pie.
"Why, the Lord love and bless you
all, said the old lady; what's this ? ="
"Your Christmas dinner, ma'am,
answers Tom Griggs, taking off his
hat with flourish: "and for it you
must thank pointing to George
Welsh, who came shyly in the very
last with tiny bunch of flowers for
the little sister" that freckled-faced,
grey-eyed little Cash THE Church
man.
DIDN'T GIVE UP.-I was sitting one
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