The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-06-21

Vus aye rAfu tAtks III. Eyes
sparkling; =" fancy wall all trimmed
wi 'em, mother; mustn't that be tincP
and the street below all goldl Why.
never had bit Of gold In my hand la
my life, and there the streets IRE all
made Of il, and great, big pearls for
gates; and never hungry, never cold,
and never have bad hands and feet any
more. Oh, mother, l do wish we
could find out where il Is, know the
King 'ud le' Us i'm
By Jacks wish they went many times
20 the dark corner in the church, but
they never heard the pale, earnest
preacher, or the words about the King
again; and poor little Jack cried for
disappointment nc last. 1--WE shall
never see 'un," he said :. IL there's no
one 10 tell u the way
Early in March bitter frost set in.
The payements were thick with ice, and
the snow in the streets were trodden in
TO cakes by the beating Of horses hoofs
upon it. Every here and there was a
crossing, almost more slippery than the
rest Of the street, for the under surface of
the snow had melted and frozen again,
until il was almost impossible 10 keep
q foothold
Jack and his mother, standing al the
corner Of the street with basket from
which only two punches of violcts had
as yet disappeared, caught sight Of a
lady on the other side who often bought
of them She did not see them, and
turned to 90 down another way.
" Here, give me two punches, and I'll
90 over and catch her," cried Jack,
pulling two out of the basket, and run
ming off as fast as his feet could carry
him.
The crossing was dangerous enough
one mass Of slippery, uneven ice-but
he managed to get safely enough to the
" island in the middle He had Just
started on his second half Of his journey
when hanson, coming sharply round
the corner, swerved suddenly aside to
avoid great draw.
What need 10 describe what followed?
A hundred such things happen every
year-a little, ragged boy Knocked down
and run over; q tall, black figure dart
ing in among the staggering horses and
heavy wagons, and bearing the child out
again; its face white as death, its soiled,
ragged clothes staining the fine black
cloth on the strong arms that held il
tcnderly; the violets. crushed and dirty,
still held In the one little hand that WAS
whole; a woman, weeping and wiring
ing her hands, following. This is what
the world saw. I" Poor child but boys +
are always SO foolhardy, and are always
in the way" it is said
II was comfortable room on the
third floor, with window looking over
the smoky chimneys to the west. where
they laid poor little Jack. A tall. pale
memorable night, offered to carry him
TO the nearest hospital, but the woman
pleaded against il.
They took my man away TO one,
sir,'' she said, and couldn't see him
but once q week. and he died when
wasn't therefore night, and we couldn't
never even say goodbye. Don't take
him there, sir; let me be with him, he's
all havelr
The fiery earnest eyes Of the min
lister softened. ''yery WE'LL" he said,
simply.
So Jack was taken 10 room such as
he had never entered in his life before.
The minister was poor enough him
SELF He had just managed 70 save
enough out Of his scanty stipend to hire
rooms a little better than those in which
he lived At present, which were in a
noisy thoroughfare, and looked out on
a lanyard. But he set aside the idea at
once, when he heard the woman speak.
She must be with her child 10 the last.
g. 10. 1a.I tI. lstsIn s~laI f..~..x
" on soft bed in one Of the better class
Of lodgings, and went out TO get doc
tor, leaving them together.
For the greater part Of the time, Jack
was unconscious. The fever ran high,
and he talked necessarily. Sometimes
he fancied he was selling violets, and
would say, piteously, in his little, brok-
en- voice, I" Please, lady, buy; oh, do
buy! mother and me hain't nothing to
eati" AT other times he would think
that he was shivering in the keen, east
wind, although there was warm fire
burning in the CRATE. "Ain't you
lille bit Of shawl for me, motherP Why
do them people in that window have
such blazin' fire, and we be out here
In the cold?" For Jack was always Of
an inquiring turn Of mind, even in d.
lirium.
But most frequently his mind would
run on the one great subject which had
occupied it before the accident. I" II we
could only see Him, so beautiful and
kind, He'd take care of us, and we'd
never be unhappy any more II we got
to Him. Never hungry, never thirsty,
never no more pain" And his voice
died away family.
The minister came often TO see them
both, but never, save once, found Jack
conscious. He was standing. one day,
by the bedside, watching the child, when