Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1878-06-13
ted the witness to most rigid questioning as
to his numerous statements in relation to the
differ ont charges.
THE 4UTTERSNIPE.

passed. Stewards store when 1 met m,
friend, Henry Godkind, the rector. H
gave me a searching glance.
II have letter for you." said to him
II was on my way to your house,
The rector trembled. His finger
reached eagerly toward the letter. H
opened it, gave profound sigh, an,
pressed his hand to his heart.
"rhank you, Frahk," he said to me
"you have lifted weight from my life
can say no more now. Come. and SCI
me this evening""
With these words he turned from M
and entered the store.
The rector was smoking, and as h
reached the door he threw the stup of tn,
cigar into the street.
= A little musician and newsboy marked
tho fallingstar. The one dropped his fiddle
the, e,other his papers, and sprang forward
to seize it. The fiddler though smaller
was more agile than his rival and carried
away the prize.
At this moment noticed a little cir
seated on the lower step ola stage tha
was rafting towards US. AS it came op
posite me, a policeman's whistle attracted
the attention of the driver That worthy
with master maneuvre, drew the stage
door tight, whipped up his horses, ant
then let loose the strap.
The little girl was exhausted and of
her guard. As the door flew open il
struck her on the head and knocked he
off the step into the street. As she fell he
hand opened and half dozen pennies
scattered over the pavement.
The child said nothing, but rose quick
ly, and, with frightened look, begar
searching after the pennies. One of then
had fallen into the sewer; another hac
struck the foot of the newsbey, who hac
at once stopped down, picked it up an6
run away. She could only find two o.
them these she held in her hand, survey
ed with d look of mingled love and sriel
then, without word, sat down on the
curbstone and began to cry.
The musician stopped smoking anC
walked slowly to where the girl was
seated.
"What is your name?" he asked with
the voice of a protector.
"They call me Bug but that AIM
my name."
"Well. don't cry, Bug" and the boy
stopped smoking and carefully put the
cigar stump in his pocket:
"Don't cry, Bug. Be man,
They will beat me if I don't bling
home ten pennies," she said," and it
afternoon"
The boy slowly thrust his hand into
his pocket. He looked very serious
There was profound struggle going OF
in his mind. At lenth he drew cut hi.
hand.
"Here are six pennies, Bug"
The little earthfarer did not smile
one would as soon have expected mole
to si11ile --bu: she gave wrinkle. 1t was
clear this was the supreme moment of hel
life.
"But they'll beat you," she said. Th,
dream Of happiness was too sweet to last
"Don't be afraid. I kick, l do,' said
the boy proudly.
The girl said nothing. Pleasure was
unnatural to her. She had forgotten her
self few minutes. The cares of life anc
business again claimed her, and she turn
ed to go away.
"Good-by, Bug" said the boy, looking
kindly at her and taking up his fiddle.
looked at the manikins and gave 8
heartfelt sigh. "Poor little mud urchins,
I thought, 40 not the tears of angels
wash you clean?"
AS I thus relegated to higher orde1
of beings, somewhat arduous task,
was aware Of man approaching me.
This man was of sober guise, and tc
practised eye evidently belonged to the
penumbral classes. A divinity student, q
politician, temperance lecturer, gam
bier, or dctective-one of these profes;
sions had the honor Of his membership.
Behind the penumbra walked the per.
feet shadow, a negro, who at sight of me
turned pale.
"How do you do Mr.. Hoag?'' I saio
pleasantly to the penumbra.
"How do you do, Hazlett?" returned
the new conner. "I'm glad to see yor
away from your books. Why sit moping
over your studies? My young friend, dc
you want to know two maxims that are
worth more than all the classics2 I'll
tell YOU them. Never do your business
between more than four eyes, including
your own. The second is like unto it
Never write letter. All the wisdom
in the world lies in those two laws. All
men are on the make: Will you not come
with me and have drink?"
"No, thanks" 1 replied.
swell wait here till l come back.
want you to go to the Park with me-"
As Mr.. Hoag started to find what ir
New York rarely requires distant searct
a barroom,. he turned his head. "Re
member, Hazlert, I never pass by a blind
man without giving him Something"
Having again attached himself to hu
manity by this golden thread, he left me
standing alone.
Mr.. Hoag was fellow boarder of mine
in the respectable house of Madame
FREIGHT in East Broadway. I had taker
a great fancy to him from the first, anG
he though naturally reserved, soon yield
ed to my persistence. He was man o1
the world, quiet and observant; hi.
conversation was always interesting, and
when the dew was on him, fowered into
many quaint and piquant stories.
After few weeks always had pipe
and armchair ready for him, and he made
it his. habit to drop into my room to
smoke before he went to bed.
Now, Mr.. ,Hoag had among other lux.
urles negroservant named Parish, who
had deep reverence for his master. :.
myself came to employ, this negro ir
odd jobs, and after few presents and !,
little kindly interest Parish transferred
some of his devotion to me. *5@'H
Parish. said to him one afternoo,
as no was making a FIRE in my room
"Parish, you love your master yer,
much2" sxs. ..-e - -u-a
Yes, sahw he replied with fervor.
"What makes you love him soY'
asked in tone Of kind INQUIRY. Z Z
"He gives me all the tobacco an,
whisky thst I WANT" he answered. stl
Parish had been slave. and his answe
makes it clear that slavery though TINA,
beobsure cures not destroy the noble am
bi tions Of human nature. !: "aj.st 4 /
Parish" I said to him after anothe
pause, ibid you aver experience religion2
NO, massa, he said !, "but nv sister