The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-09-20

ooo' Noho111t4ou, SdiulilS COuuuonCe.
"And good 'uE he is, though in his
alarm at all this yelling he has taken
himself off-a good purchase for that
sort Of craft
For a full minute the captain made
no response, but stood glaring, speak
ing trumpet in hand, as if Supplied.
"Ben Hurlyburly,'' he said, deliber-
ate]y, II have always thought it-have
partly said it-and now assert in full,
you are an unmitigated ASS! | want
ed q haWser, not q boss. And now
We said it, make the most of it, and
OF your purchase. A boss, indeed
An Ass, sir -
And diving below. as was his Gus
! tom, the old man left me to hunt up
my new cruiser and sell him to the
| best advantage, which / did, glad to
get half cost.
Tie List Of q Poor Little Coal Picker in
New York.
| From the New York Sun.
Last winter, while walking down
Broadway, Mr.. N1aguf1in used to meet
child gathering coal from the ash
| boxes and cans on the curbstone. She
was quaint so}emn-faced little crea-
ture not more than ten years old, and
poorly clad. Others might pick up
paper, kindling wood, and bottles, but
she never Uttered her bag with these:
her quest was always tor coal. She
wore Il cloth twisted turban-like
around her head, and in the short
journeys between the ash heaps she
bent under the weight Of the bag,
just like the wrinkled, hard~featured
woman she resembled in miniature; ex-
cept they picked savagely as though
they thought it a very bitter world
which left SO little in it's ash boxes,
while she, though serious and intent,
picked almost tenderly, and seemed
pleased with every promising cinder,
, and almost smiled when she found a
piece of bright new coal. In the early
spring the child disappeared, and day
after day Magut1in met the same
sWarthy, Manufactured women. but
the solemn-faced little girl didn't
come back.
About a month ago, while crossing
Washington square, before losing him
self in arid Broadway, Mr.. MaguAin
saw at South Washington square and
y oostei street a woman and a little
girl. The woman was very thin, she
stood UP very straight, her lips were
set very close together, and her dress
WIS very poor. Tie child, who walked
with one hand tightly clutched in a
fold OF the woman's dress, was bare
footed and barelaeaded, her skin was
scrupulously clean, and her hair was
done up in about fifty preposterous
little curls, as rigid in their outline as
the woman's face. Passing very near
TO them on the corner, Magufin
looked pityingly down into the child's
face, and saw the missing coal picker.
lie saw, too. that the cheap brown
dress that chung so close to her body
was the only garment she wore and
her wan face told why the coal was
left for others to gather she was
sick. The Woman's life was written
Oh Ter az in an open book and as they
kept on down Wooster street Magufiin
read q story that has been often told
and he saw that the child was sick and
fading for want Of proper nourish-
ment and care.
They stopped at q cheap grocery, and
the widow bought g loaf of bread and
the end Of q dry and sinewy foreleg of
mutton. While passing out the child
| saw at the front OF the store q board
| covered with vegetables.
"Oh, mother, what beautiful rad
| ishes =! The roots were dull and with
cred, and the tops were limp and wilt
ed but she had never seen fresh rad
ishes, with bright pink bulbs and fresh
! green leaves ,sprinlled with cool water.
:Do YOU want some, my child =
She twisted her hand deeper in the
fold of her dress, and looked WiStfully
up into her mothers face. The widow
WINGED. Four cents was the price Of
; Il loaf of bread but her hesitation was
very brief. In her eagerness she al
most pounced upon the bunch. They
went back up Wooster street, towards
the park, the woman carrying the par
Gel against her bosom, and the child
still clinging to her mothers dress
with one hand, and with the other
clutching the radishes, holding them
by the wilted tops that looked so fresh
to her and when they reached the
corner where Magutiin first met them,
she almost skipped as she stepped
across the gutter, and holding up the
radishes before her mothers eyes, she
gleefully said: 'sMother, we'll have
these ali to ourselves - They passed
along the park and down Thompson
street To = fall tenement with an arch