The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1881-12-23
Please Buy.

GIeaSS
"They are pretty!" he pleaded.
Yes, know it. They are very fine
roses, but you see have so many other
things TO buy, and where is the money
coming from? You see am saving
money for O brother"
81 wish was your BROTHER" he said
mournfully. "Do smell |"
You want me to smell your wax
flowers? AS if, child, those things
were fragrant But / will smell to
please you, though can't possibly buy.
Ha.ha 4"
Fanny Peters laughed as she lifted te
her nose the pretty white wax rose
that the little peddler had offered at the
door.
"Why Did 1 ever smell rose like
this before You put drop of cologne
on it, didn't your"
The little rose merchant grinned and
nodded. 90 got the 'pothecary to do
it. L gave him a penny to sweeten 'em
up"
Ha-hal That is ingenious, but 1
don't see how L can buy, for l haven't
5 cents to spare, now really"
"Please buy!" he said pitifully.
Fanny Peters heart was touched. She
fumbled in her pockets for the needed
coin, and made the purchase. The lit
tie fellow thanked her and trudged off,
having first carefully covered up his
waxen treasures.
"There I" said Fanny a minute after.
"What thoughtless creature Why
didn't ask that boy VIII r he lived and
he. oh l. II L.
poor, and l am a pr tty charity-visitor
to let the chance slip away. i might
have asked about his home. will put
on my things this moment and go after
him."
She flew out of the house and along
the street, but the pitiful little wax ped
dler had vanished, as utterly gone as
If rose-leaf that the wind had blown
away.
"Provokingl I know he lives in a
home where they need help" exclaimed
Fanny.
When her husband returned at night,
she had story to tell, and the words
ratified out of her mouth like beans out
of bottle.
"There, Charlie, the funniest looking
little peddler came to our door and
wanted me to buy some wax flow
ers. There were different kinds, but
mostly roses. And he was so funny
looking. He had on an old cap much
too big for him, and his clothes looked
sort or queer and outlandish. But the
funniest thing about him was the big
white comforter muffiing his neck and
covering his face almost, and it did
make me think of an old comforter I
had when O little girl. The two ends
stuck out like the two arms of guide
post. wouldn't have bought anything,
but when first refused he said, please
buy 80 pitifully, and / am chicken
hearted and couldn't stand that, you
know. And when he thanked me, he
lifted his cap and-he has a forehead
that made me think Of fathers. If L
only had my wits about me, and asked
for his home, as l know he is poor
boy"
40. Fan !" you'll have the house full
of beggars and tramps. See here! )"
and her husband pushed away from his
forehead mass of luxuriant hair.
Have / brow like fathers? Please
buy. ;"
"Nonsense There, Charlie, did you
think to ask Mrs. Stephens if those beg
CARS calling on her were true cases 2"
all, before he answered., she ratified on
again in her laughing way-"and, do
you know, did not have a letter from
mother to day? It is time for her TO be
over from England and bring jamie. L
can't understand the delay, but won't
it be nice when we are oil together
again ? )"
Eyes, Fanny, it will, and we will
make itashappy for them Us we can, "and
Charlie, having emptied his tea cup, bal
anced his spoon ON its snowy rim.
90 1 feel a little worried about mother,
Charlie, for the money 1 sent her won't
last very long, but Il seemed to be all
that we could conveniently spare" Yes,
and evcn more than they could COM
fortAoly appropriate, and one reason
why Fanny could not afford wax rose
was that "every penny must be saved
for mother and jamie when they came
But, there" she reasoned, az think
we ought to buy of poor people coming
to our doors, il we can, for they look
two.thirds Of the time certainly hungry
enough to chew up bone" Fanny was
not bee that hummed long at one bush,
and her thoughts now few away to inn
agine how jamie might look.
:" / have not seen him since he was a
baby said she, buzzing away while