The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-12-18
New-Year's Calls.

" ~ Jo"A OCoU 10
havior, be told how you've grown and
hear all the girls giggiing at you"
THAT'S so! never know what to do
with my hands and feet and I get aw-
fully red in the face, worse than beet.
And last year, true as I live, wanted
piece of cake at Mrs Seaman's house. a
jolly kind with frosting, you know, and
just because I saw that youngest Sea-
man girl giggling and whispering to her
sister, | was ashamed to take it, and I
didn't. I say, don't let's go with them
tomorrow"
"All right, Phil, we'll take walk by
ourselves, and get through the day
somehow. Ny father gave me so cents
this morning. for tomorrow. He al
ways gives me some money for New
Year, you know, besides SIS for the bank,
Christmas"
tive got about that, too," said Phil,
"and we can have treat for ourselves
while we are walking tomorrow, I
s'pose. I'll meet you at your house by
10 o'clock"
CAL right. Good-by, old chap" and
the boys separated, whistling, and
fastening each toward his own home.
Philip Howard and Charlie Grey
We're manly, bright little fellows of Is.
Both truthful, obedient, full of fun and
frolio as any boys of their age, and they
were inseparable companions.
Phil was near home when he met
little beggar girl bitterly crying and
Wiping her eyes on the corner of the
ragged shawl which served also as
covering for her head. :.
In answer to Phil's inquiries she
sobbed out:
" A man give me some flowers he was
goin' to fling out of vase, and sassy
boy who lives in our alley grabbed 'em
out OF my hands, and now I amt got
none for New Year's-boo-hoo!
Phil was sorry for the poor little
thing, and gave her penny which was
in bis vest pocket, while he asked:
"Doyou like flowers, little girl?"
Course I dc" was the reply. "Poor
folks likes pretty things same as rich
people, only zoe can't get 'em."
She turned away with lighter heart,
because Of the penny Phil gave her,
and the little boy, who had suddenly
caught at new idea, hurried back to-
ward Charles house again.
The little fellows held private con-
fab in the vestibule of the front door,
and when they parted second time
Charlie called out, "We won't say any
thing about it, Phil, because a fellow
hates to be laughed at, you know, and
we can get the flowers easy enough.
I'll do m1y part, you'll see!" And the
answer came back, "All right! won't it
be a jolly lark, thought"
Twenty minutes later, Philip walked
into the shop of Mr.. Brown, "Seedsman
and Florist" on Broadway, and in
CURED, "Are you short of errand bows,
Mr.. Brown, this busy season."
" Yes, I've got lot of orders, and
not half enough hands to carry them"
"That's jolly" said Phil, gleefully.
See here, Mr.. Brown, don't you tell,
but [ want few flowers tomorrow for
myself. Not your choicest kind, but
just the common sort that smell sweet
and will make pretty little punches, YOU
know. And-an d-you see, can't buy
as many as want, so I'll give you 80
cents down, and carry your orders, if
you'll give me the rest to pay for nv
trouble, I only want enough for small
basketful, you know"
That's fair and square. But what
under the sun do you want with flowers,
when your mother ordered so many ?"
" That's my secret" laughed the boy;
and now, as there's lots of time before
dark, let me begin my work Who shall
| take this basket Uplifting one
handsomely filled near him.
The direction was gwen, and Phil
started off.
At 10 o'clock the next morning the
boys met at the gate of small park
near Charles home, and gayly exhib-
ited their baskets, wherein, nestled
among green leaves, were blossoms
pretty and fragrant enough to please
and gladden. any heart.
| Each described how he had managed
| to get his treasures, and agreed it a
much better way of parting with their
pocket money than if it had gone for
nuts and candies.
Thus it happened that while the more
fashionable streets of the city were gay
with callers and carriages and gorgeous
dress, our two little boys started on q
round of calls which might be called a
flower mission" and in and out OF
humble dwellings and homes of poverty
their bright, healthy faces were seen,
while shyly and bashfully, to be sure,
but wit , always kind word, they dealt
out generously their fragrant gifts, with
wishes for a Happy New Year." and
unconsciously ightened their own
young hearts and eyes in their efforts
to make sunshine for others.
"Poor folks likes pretty things. .