The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1878-05-26
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Il havc letter for you I said to him. l
was on my way to your house,
Tho rector trcmbcd His fingers reached
eagerly toward the letter. lie opened IT, gave a
profound sigh and pressed his hand TO his
heart.
Thank you. Frank" ho said to mo- you
have lifted a weight from my life. can say no
more now. Come and see me this evening".
With these words he turned from me and en-
tered the store.
The rector was smoking and as he reached
the door he threw the stump Of his cigar into the
street.
A little musician and ncwsboy marked the
falling star Tho ono dropped his fiddle the
other his papers. and sprang forward to seize 1t.
The fiddler, though smaller was more agile
than his rival and carried AWAY the prize.
At this moment noticed little girl seated on
The lower step Of stage that was rafting to-
ward us. As it came opposite me. policcman's
whistle attracted the attention Of the driver
That worthy. with n master manTuvre drew
The stage door tight. whipped up his horses.
md then let loose his strap.
The little girl was exhausted and of her
guard. A the door nrw open il struck her on
the head and knocked her of the step into the
street As she fell her hand opened and half a
dozen pennies scattered over the pavement.
The child said nothing. but rose quickly. and.
with frightened look began searching after
The pennies. One OF them had fallen into the
sewer another had struck the foot OF the news
boy. who had at orce stopped down. picked it
up and run away. She could only lind two Of
lhem these she held in her hand. surveyed
with n look Of mingled love and grief. then.
without a word. sat down on the curbstone
md began TO cry
Tho musician stopped smoking and walked
n,-Iy o.. b,r tl,n .,fr II UNA fnJ
What II your namef" he asked with the voice
Of protector.
They call me Bug but that amt 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. Dc man.
They will beat me II don't bring home ten
pennies" she said. and its afternoon"
The boy slowly thrust his hand into his pock-
IT. He looked very serious. There was pro-
jound struggle going on in his mind. Atlength
he drew out his hand.
" Here are six pennies. Bug"
The little carthfarer did not smile-one would
"a soon have expected mole to smle-but she
gave wrinkle. 1t was clear this was the SUI
preme moment OF her life.
" But they'll beat you" she said. The dream
pf happiness was too sweet TO last.
Don't be afraid. kick. do" said the boy
proudly.
Tho girl said nothing moro. Pleasure was
unnatural 10 her. She had forgotten herself q
lew minutes. The cares OF life and business
again claimed her and she turned to go away.
" Good-by. Bug said the boy. looking kind
" at her and taking up his fiddle
looked at tho mankins and gave a heartfelt
pgh. Poor little mud urchins." thought. do
not the tears Of the angels wash you clean"
Az thus rplpUntei n n li.rnar orta ~ no
ings. n somewhat arduous task. was aware
OF a man approaching me.
This man was OF sober guise. and TO prac-
flsed eye evidently belonged to the penumbral
classes. divinity student. a politician. a tenn
pcrance lecturer. a gambler. or n detective-one
OF these professions had the honor OF his men,
bershp.
Behind the penumbra walked the perfect
Shadow. negro. who at sight Of me turned pale.
How do you do, Mr.. Hoag 2" l said pleasant
)y TO the penumbra.
How do you do. Hazleui" returned the new
conner. I'm glad TO sec YOU away from your
books. Why sit moping over your studies? Ny
young friend. do you want TO know two maxims
that are worth more than all the classics? III tell
you them. Never do your business between
second il like unto II: Never write IA letter All
The wisdom in the world lies in those two laws.
Al men are on the make. viii you not come
with me and have drlnk?'
No. thanks" l replied.
well wal, here ~ come back. want you
A. Nj IIoag started 10 find what In New York
rarely requires a distant search. q barroom.
Remember, Hazlett, I never pass by blind
man without giving him something
Having again attached himself 10 humanity by
this golden thread, he leit me standing alone.
mr. Hog Mas iell9y 9oardeE OF mine IN the
Broadway. i had taken q great fancy TO him
from the first, and he, though naturally reserv-
cd, soon yielded to my persistence. H. was
versntion was always erosting and. when the
dew was On him. Powered into many quantand
After a few weeks always had pipe and arm
chair ready for him. and he made il his habit to
dr9p into my room to smoke before he went to
Now. Mr. Hoas had among other Injuries a
negro servant, named Parish -syho had a deep
myself came to employ this negro in odd
lous, ana after few presents and little lndly
ton 10 me.
Parish, said to him one afternoon as he
was making fire In my room. Parish, YOU
love your master very much r.
Yes, sab =! ho replied with fervor.
What makes YOU love him so2' asked in
tone OF kind inquiry.
He gives M ali the tobacco and whiskey that
want he answered
j. clear that slavery though it may obscure
does not destroy the noble ambitions Of our hu-
=. Parish | said to him after another pause
az you ever eXperience religionf'
No, massa,' he said. but my sister, Rosa
rhe spericnce it. ours In a very 'ligious fam
Jly Day Is known all over old Vlrginny.
.,mi Parish you know have spent all my life
Yes. inassa, you very WISE know"
Can YOU readf'
No, massa."
PARISH said, fixing my gaze upon him.
do you know what happens to n man who does
when he dirsY'
Don look at me so, massa." said the negro,
trembling.
Parish" said to him. lowering my voice.
how would you enjoy play like this: Sup
pos yourself in a room so cold that whlskOy
IRE zrs. Your hair turns into icclcs. Your
Fingers break like sticks OF candy. Touch your
ears and nose with "A straw. they drop off, Your
frnH"n words rattle on the ground like shot"
The negro began to SILVER.
On one side 81 you stands demon with n
lash that bites 10 the bone; another opposite
VIII heavy club smitss your shins."
Inc negro placed both his hands where the
blows were falling
Lord Il mercy he muttered.
4. Behind YOU the iangs Of bloodhound meet
IN your flesh"
Parish rolled up his eyes and changed the
Dos lion Of his hands.
Parish, | said IN tone OF deep pathos. " do
you not kn.W tina, Mr. Hoag has sold you 10 the
evl. onef HHtold me 50 himself. 1t ~ in writ