The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1878-03-28
For the Heathen or FOR These

OF INC AAcathch OE l Aesc
The house was small, and located il
one of the many little streets that are
hidden from the public eye by means
of their modest pretentions. A consta-
BILE stood outside, experimenting the re-
moval of q lot of well-worn household
furniture. At the door was a woman,
clasping to her frail breast little baby
scarcely six months old. At her side
and hanging on to her thin skirts were
three other children, the eldest not
above eight years of age. No one else
was near. Not a word was murmured
as chair, bureau, bed and table went
out through the narrow doorway, and
on to the cart that was backed up in
front to receive the goods. The face of
the mother was picture of sadness and
despair. Her eyes were dimmed, her
lips trembled. and the little one at her
breast seemed to creep closer as the
signs of the parent broke ont now and
then in a heartrending manner. 'Oh,
mamma, don't let him take my horse,
don't let him take my horse" suddenly
exclaimed the eldest, bright boy, as
he saw one of the men earring to the
truck the defaced remnant of what was
once n decent hobby-horse. My title
chair, my title chair exclaimed an
other, a wee bit of girl; 'ohl mamma,
he's dom to take it away" 1t was a
pitiful sight to witness. and the mothers
heart could not help making one plea
for the things her darlings craved. 1t
was no use. Everything was taken, and
few moments after the woman stood
in the centre of what had once been n
cheerful parlor, now utterly destitute.
with only the cold barren floor meeting
her gaze. In another hour she and her
little ones would be turned into the
streets, without friend, without food.
without shelter.
SARAH's BROTHER Bill. Sarahs
brother Bill was on Lafayette avenue
yesterday, watching the flyers He
looked bit lonesome, and boy
friend added more burden to his feel
ings by asking:
Say, Bill, why don't the family go
riding and take you along?"
:" Dad hain't got no time
And your mother"
'She hain't got no nice clothes
well, there's Sarah
Yes. but she skeered to go riding
'fraid she'll be tipped out
"Sposen the cutter is upset--never
hurts any body?" persisted the boy.
''yes, but when gal is walking
along slowly replied Sarah's brother.
her bean cant tell whether she wears
No. 3 or No shoes, kase her dress hides
EN-, but when she goes out in a sleigh
on n curve, you-you understand"
There was II long and solemn pause.
The first boy at length timidly ventured
TO say:
What does she wear"
"Sevens tit her snug" rejoined Bill;
" and tween you and me, her head is
level on his business This is the
fourth time she's been engaged. and she
can utord to take any Chances
EUoESR SUE, it is related, had a fond
belief tha. he possessed knowledge OF
medicine and surgery One day he
had dined with his friend Romieu at
the Cafe dc Paris, and had dined well
in fact, they had both dined well; and
As they sanutered along the Boulevarjs,
by way Of aiding digesting, Romieu
slipped, fell down, and hurt his leg.
Sue called cab, and put his friend in,
and drove home, where he dressed the
wound. He then put Romieu to bed
and settled himself into an arm chair
for the night. Next morning he has
tened to examine the wound, only to
discover that he had tended the wrong
leg.
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