Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-01-20
A Helping Hand
"Every mans Nemesn Lion lies in wait
for him somewhere - Ruikin.

tor him somewhere. -Ruthtn.
There was a small crowd OF boys and
men congregated upon an uptown cor
ner the other morning, and the occasion
of IL was n horse fallen in the harness
n respectable looking horse drawing n
respectahle-looking milk wagon, and
driven by n boy, who now tugged at his
head, vainly urging him to rise.
Jerk him up" called man who
stood on the sidewalk with both hands
in his pockets. "Give him the whip
Each one shouted out some advice,
but no one volunteered 70 assist the boy,
who was just far enough away irom his
childhood TO feel like having good cry;
but he coaxed and pulled mt the horse
that now lay quite still, ind with horse
sense did not try TO move on the slip
perry ice, but stretched his neck out in Il
way that brought despair 20 the heart
of the boy, who believed he was going
to die on hrs hands.
Just then Il man came walking bviskly
along and saw the PROSTATE horse. and
the diaconsclatc-looking boy; he car
riCd heavy piece OF machinery in one
hand, but this he laid aside rs he stepped
out TO the horse and began to take of
the harness. In moment he 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 Il
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 of one way, rs 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:
"somo,hing accomplished, something Zone
Has earned a nights ropose.'
An old colorcd woman stopped at a
corner of one of the most fashionable
thoroughfares the other afternoon, just
before nightfall, and looked disconso
lately uD and down tie street; then she
appealed 10 beautiful girl in a Raphael
hat and with eyes like some pictured
saint who trippod 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, al laughing
and chatting over their Christmas pur-
cbases. The old aunty, with her with
cred face stood in the way. PLEASE.
horeys, will ye direct me to Anthony
street? Isc done got lost"
I'VE never heard Of such sire y
they said, and won't laughing on. 1t
was a weary professor going home from
instrumental lcsson-Ciying. with the
morest breath OF life lcl In him. who
stopped and said: You mean Antoine
street, Runty." and he turned her in the
right direction, and saw that she fol-
lowed It. And so he had slain his
Nemean ion before he slept.
For the difficulty Of moment in the
path OF everybody is the small. homely,
unheroic duty, which IS so urbeauuful
we will not see IL, and has so little
grandeur with which 10 inyes, US when
we have performed II. Who Of us cares
10 be seen assisting an old woman with
an oycrburd0n OF unwashcd clothes. or
blind man cropping behind q wheel
barrow. The fear of ridicuic ia stronger
than the creed Of agCs.--D Detroit Free
/ Press.