The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-12-01

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now, with blue lips and shaking
hands.
."Poor little thing!" be muttered
Il wish they hadn't named her Ma
ry;" and he entered the market.
The market-men beamed on ev
erybody. They rubbed their hands
as customer after customer van
ished with the cold form of some
kind of fowl neatly covered, all but
it's feet, in brown paper.
1t was growing late the turkey
man had sold out; he waited only
to get hot supper before starting
for home. He had been thinking
entirely of dollars and cents; bui
as he walked out of the market he
thought of his home, his wife wait
ing alone for him in.the great white
house, and his little Mary safe in
Gods home above-he had forgot,
ten the homeless child left alone
| outside the market.
A heavy hand was laid on his
arm. "Stand back a moment! y
whispered a voice. He looked up
and saw a large policeman watching
child at a barrel of red apples.
It is his little fellow traveller!
s'That's sharp youngster!" half
laughed the policeman, under his
| breath. ''This sort of thing is going
on here all the time. Nothing is
safe for a moment"
The little blue hand was already
on an apple. It faltered a moment,
then grasped it tightly, then drop,
ped it.
She hid her face in. her hands.
The turkey man stepped up to her
anil touched her shoulder gently.
She had not seen him; but with
out looking up, the child knew who
it vast was the only friend she
had.
"Icouldnt do it! Oh, I couldn IT,
she sobbed. "But Tn so hungry
and she fell against the barrel.
The stars were shining cold and
clear. The turkey-man's wife was
looking out, and wishing the ther.
mometer could go up, without the
price Of turkeys going down. 1T
is SO cold for John riding from
the city alone!" she said to herself.
She opened the door, hoping to
hear the wagon; but the cold wind
sent her back to the blazing fire.
She thought of year ago, when
she did not sit waiting alone. She
imagined she heard the little voice,
though it had been hushed nearly
a year-how plainly she saw the
sweet face though it . had been
covered so long! She wiped the
tears from her eyes as she heard
the rafting wheels; John mustnot
see her sad. She opened the door,
holding the lamp high above her
head.
| The turkey-man came in, with
something wrapped in the bufa-
lo-robe; he laid it on the big dining.
| table. "Don't say MOI" he cried
''let usdo somethingfor Mary's sake.
this thanksgiving!"
care you crazy" she exclaimed, as
he uncovered the pale face.
"Wait till I tell you all, said the
| turkey-man.
When he had told his story, he
said, earnerstly: ''How conld I &c
I to church tomorrow and thank
| God for His care of us, if I, with no
little one to care for had left this
child alone in the great city,"
"You did right, John," said his
wife; "you always do"
| With these words the woman
good practical soul !-hastened tc
wash the little girl's face and hands
Then she warmed and comforted
her, while the kind turkey-man
went to take care of his horse.
'I remember this house." said
the child, as she looked out OF
large blanket before the bright fire
II saw it one day with Granny
Cole; I stopped and locke d
through the fence, and threw stones
at the turkeys. I didn't know he
WAS skind man then. Granny hates
rich men-I wonder where Granny
is-In sorry I threw the stones
but they wasn't big" The little
head fell lower and lower; the pale
lids closed; the little hands grew
quiet; but the little voice repeated in
sleep: II didn't know he was
kind man" ."-St. Nicholas.