Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-09
TIE GUTTEhsNIPE.

Aaunterlng up broadway. l nau JuoC
passed Stewards store when l mt my
friend, Henry Godkind, the rector. He
gave me searching glance.
81 have letter for YOU 1said to him.
II was on my way to your house.
The rector trempled. His fingers
reached eagerly toward the letter. de
opened it, gave profound sigh, and
pressed his hand to his heart.
'vrhank you, Frank" he said to me,
i" you have lifted a weight from my life.
I can say no more now. Come and see
me this evening""
With these words he turned from me
and entered the store.
The rector was smoking, and as he
reached the door he threw the stuD Of the
cigar into the street.
a little musician and newsboy marked
the fallingstar. The one dropped his fiddle,
the 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 I noticed little girl
seated on the lower step of stage that
was rafting towards US. Ash came op.
posite me, policemans whistle attracted
the attention Of the driver. That worthy,
with a master mannuvre. drew the stage
door tight, whipped up his horses, and
then let loose the strap.
The little girl was exhausted and of
her guard. AS the door few open il
struck her on the head and knocked hel
off the step into the street. As she fell he1
hand opened and half a dozen pennie!
scattered over the pavement.
The child said nothing, but rose quick
~, and, with q frightened look, bega1
searching after the pennies. One of then
had fallen into the sewer; another has
struck the foot Of the newsboy, who hat
at once stopped down, picked it up ane
run away. She could only find two o
Them these she held in her hand, surve.
ed with look Of mingled love and gric
then, without word, sat down on tn
curbstone and began to cry.
The musician stopped smoking AM
walked slowly to where the girl wa
seated.
"What is your name?" be asked witt
the voice of protector.
"They cali me Bug but that ain
my name
"Well, don't cry, Bug and the DO
stopped smoking and carefully put tn
cigar stump in Ais pocket.
Don't cry, Bug. Be a man.
sThey will beat me if I don't in
home ten pennies" she said," and it
afternoon"
The boy slowly thrust his hand int
his pocket. He looked very serlo"f
There was a profound struggle going O.
in his mind. At lenth he drew out hi
hand.
''Here are six pennies, Bug"
The little earthfarcr did not smile
one would as soon have expected mol
to snile--bu- she gave wrinkle. 1t wa
clear this was the supreme moment OF he
life.
''Bpt they'll beat you," she said. TIL
dream Of happiness was too sweet to las
''Dont be afraid. I kick, do,' sal
the boy proudly.
The girl said nothing. Pleasure wa
unnatural to her. She had forgotten bel
self few minutes. The cares of life an
business again claimed her, and she turr
ed to go away.
''Good-by, Bug" said the boy, lookin
kindly at her and taking up his fiddle.
looked at the manikins and gave
heartfelt SIGH "Poor little mud urchins,
I thought, "do not the tears Of angeI
wash you clean?"
AS thus relegated to a higher orde
of beings. somewhat arduous task,
was aware of a man approaching me.
This man was of a sober guise, and
practised eye evidently belonged to tn
penumbral classes. A divinity student,
politician, a temperance lecturer, gan
bier, or detective-one of these profes
sions had the honor of his membership.
Behind the penunbra walked the pei
feet shadow, negro, who at sight Of m
turned pale.
elbow do you do Mr.. Hoag?'' I sal
pleasantly to the penumbra.
slow do you do, Hazlett?" returne
the new conner. elm glad to see 20
away from your books. Why sit mopin
over your studies? My young friend, d
you want to know two maxims that al
worth more than all the classics? l.
tell you them. Never do your bushes
between more than four eyes, includin
your own. The second is like unto i,
Never write letter. All the wisdol
in the world lies in those two laws. A
men are on the make. Will you not com
with me and have drink?'
"No, thanks replied.
swell wait here till come back.
want you to 60 to the Park with me-"
As MIR. Hoag started to find what i
New York rarely requires distant scare
barroom, he turned his head. 'R
member, Hazle1t, never pass by a bin
man without giving him something
Having again attached himself to III
mainly by this golden thread, he left II
standing alone.
Mr.. Hoag was fellow boarder Of mil
in the respectable house of MADAM
FREIGHT in East Broadway. had take
great fancy to him from the first, an
he though naturally reserved, soon yiel
ed to my persistence. He was man
the world, quiet and observant; b
conversation was always interesting, an
when the dew was on HIM, lowered in
many quaint and piquant stories.
After few weeks always had a phi
and armchair ready for him, and he MAJ
it his habit to drop into my room
smoke before he went to bed.
Now, Mr.. Hoag had among other lu
ur1es a negro servant named Parish, wi