Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-01-02

ow, scanning his ragged garments pity
ipgly
Il hain't been dom nothin','' said the
boy, timidly.
"You need make no apology, my poor
child. Pray, what is your nameg" said
the widow.
''Me name is Dinnis," said the beggar
''Poor boy! And why did your mother
let you come out in such plight, such
day as this9" asked the widow, as she
wiped tear from her eye.
'Me mother has been sent up to the
Island for thirty days." said Dennis, and
he hung his head. blushing. sand she
couldn't help it,
"Dear! dear! dearp' exclaimed the
widow, tenderly.
"It wasn't no fault of me mothers -
said Dennis, holding up his head again.
ut was all along of that Mrs. Sullivan
who pulled me mothers hair
"That's right. Always speak up for
your mother, my child,' said the widow;
''now give me my purse, Bridget"
And Mrs. Van Dusenbery, utterly dis
regarding the new leaf she had turned
over but few minutes before, on which
was recorded resolution not to give any
thing to anybody again, actually counted
out I've new silver half dollars, which
she threw into the boys hat, thinking, as
she did it, how much more satisfactory
it was to give to the poor and needy than
to receive presents from the rich.
us this for,me9" asked the boy, open
ing his hazel eyes with wonder.
at is all for you,'' said the widow,
''and I wish there was more of it. But l
an afraid it would do no good If you had
more.''
The boy started to run; but Bridget
caught him by his curly red hair, and
said:
"Is that all your manners, you rogue?"
"Don't 60 yet" said the widow. HE
will learn to behave better, one OF these
days. Take him down into the base
ment. Bridget, and give him some turkey
and pudding and All orange and bunch
OF grapes. Could you eat a bit of turkey,
Dennis?"
Dennis was pretty sure that he could,
if an opportunity were afforded him. So
he disappeared from the presence Of the
Widow Van Dusenbery, who requested
him to call again whenever he was
hungry, which he promised to do. And
Bridget consigned him to the cook. who
laughed merrily as the cold turkey van
ished which she had placed before him.
When the Widow Van Dusenbcry re-
lated the incidents which have been so
imperfectly sketched above to Father
Lansing, the next day, from whose lips
the present writer heard them, she re-
marked that she didn't think that the
tempter could ever have succeeded in
persuading her to throw that arrow if he
had not looked so much like the Rev.
DR.. Brown Stout whom she revered so
highly.
THAT is always the way with the P.
d. said Father Lansing. "He always
takes the most pleasing forms when he
intehds to ruin human soul, as he did
when he tempted st. Anthony in the
guise of a lovely woman
It may be Of some interest to the gen.
eral public to know that the widow and
her son Bait live very quietly in their
own house on the avenue, and contrlve to
rub along on their limited. income of
$4,000 year. She has become renown-
ed for her charities, and he enjoys the
of an accomplished billiard
player; but he has not been able to join
the Fourth Hand Coaching Club. On
his way from his travels he was asked by
the Rev. DR.. Brown Stout what had i'm
pressed him most in the Holy Land. To
which he replied: "Fleas. "-lndepend-
ent."