The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-03-04
A Helping Hand

"Every mans Nemoan Lion lies in waiting
for him somewhere "-RuSkin.
There was small crowd Of boys and
men congregated upon an uptown cor
ner the other morning, and the occasion
Of it was horse fallen in the harness
respectable-looking horse drawing a
respectab le-looking milk wagon, and
driven by boy, who now tugged at his
head, vainly urging him to rise.
Jerk him up" called man who
stood on the sidewalk with 10th hands
in his pockets. Give him the whip"
Each one shouted out some advice,
but 10 one volunteered to assist the boy,
who was just far enough away from his
childhood TO feel like having good cry ;
but be cCaxed and pulled at the horse
that now lay quite still, end with horse
sense did not try to move on the slip
perry ice, but stretched his neck out in a
way that brought despair to the heart
of the boy, who believed he was going
TO die on has hands.
Just then a man came walking briskly
along and saw the PROSTATE horse, and
the disconsclate-loOking boy; he car
ried heavy piece OF machinery in one
hand, but this he laid aside as he stepped
out to the horse and began to take of
the harness. In h moment lie had run
the shafts back and left the horse free.
Then he took the briddle-rein, gave a
quick, sharp cherup and the animal
sprung to his feet and gave himself a
great shake; the man helped the boy re-
harness him, the two exchanged smile
of thanks and welcome, and then the
man picked up his machinery and
walked cheerily off one way, as the boy
drove on another. He had slain the
Nemean lion TO begin the day, and we
may well believe that when evening
came he would be one of those who can
sing:
"Some,hing accomplished, something done
Has earned nights repose."
An old colored woman stopped at a
corner of one of the most fashionable
thoroughfares the other afternoon, just
before nightfall, and looked disconso-
lately uo and down the street; then she
appealed to beautiful girl in Raphael
hat and with eyes like some pictured
saint who tripped along in rich and
costly attire: Please, miss, mought
this be Anthony street, deary," but only
look from the beautiful eyes was
vouchsafed her. Then came some fair
and prosperous matrons, all laughing
and chatting over their Christmas pur-
chases. The old aunty, with her with
cred face stood in the way. "Please,
honeys, will ye direct me to Anthony
streetP Ise done got lost"
eve never heard of such street."
they said, and went laughing on. II
was weary professor going home from
instrumental lesson-giving, with the
merest breath of life left in him, who
stopped and said you mean Antoine
street, aunty," and he turned her in the
right direction, and saw that she fol-
lowed it, And so he had slain his
Nemean lion before he slept.
For the difficulty of moment in the
path of everybody is the small, homely,
unheroic duty, which Is so unbeautiful
we will not see it, and has so little
grandeur with which to invest us when
we have performed it. Who of us cares
TO be seen assisting an old woman with
an oyerburden OF unwashed clothes, or
blind man cropping behind wheel
barrow. The fear of ridicule is stronger
than the creed of ages.-Detroi Free
Press