The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-10-01
THE. ,s'.LUCKYt ,SIXPENCE.y

The great steamer had Just discharged
her living freight at Castle Garden and
sthe throng of weary travelers--homel
sick. alasL, many of them already
pushed their way through the Battery
Park toward the great city, the roar, of
whose streets Sounded around them like
the rumbling threateningsl of the sea
they had just ,left.oL obi 30 sno1'rg bu
One little group stood apart from the
crowd, waiting till the hurry and loud
voiced excitement sshouldl be over. A
woman with a baby in her. arms, and
two little boys. clinging to, her skirts,
and a man pushing before him a small
two-wheeled cart, IN which Sat q. little
pale-faced girl, whose thfns hands gath!
cred closely about her, the faded red
shawl in which she was wrapped ,..,;si.
owen, Lisbethp' said the man, pres
enty.uOiZuE hnE ,9loi1} "dl Hi ''S'-4'
I'Wait Ia bit,l John, Lisbeth said,
quietly, shifting the baby to- her other
arm. -, -. "a, al .,,,.,,,.{ t..
just then dapper little man APP
proaohed them, notebook and pencil
in hand.tuani ad iiiW "iOt1ti 9hF "Ha
fAh! my fine fellow!ygood morning!
Fine morning this ?,'nc .qoitn7dalss ~
CAY, sur, vary, thank We kindly,
sur,'' and the man pulled his forelock
in token of respect! 1901 h4'h' '"''
frmiareporter,}acwent on the dap
per little, man. AZ : land L IA goinglround
to get statistics for my article on immi=
grafton" no = ,...a..a,.,.,,, t..
"a wotprrejaeulated the man :" Beg
pardon, sur,iI seem YOU'RE goin' round
wi q paper. It does yer heart credit
SUR, an I'd give, willin'ly So bein' I'D
anythin'S to give, They called ''em
'scripti6ns, sur, at home; an wen I've
a shllin' for them as is poorer than me,
why yer welcome to it, but NOW" =
mo, no, man! l. don't want money;
it's Information | want about yourself
and your family. What's your name?''
My names John Dixon, stit,l AM
my family wos allus respectfully my
rs! there, theere,'' said sal the y reporter .s
waving his pencil impatiently, ~ didn't
mean that. Is this your wife ?'"' - ~
'''Deed she u.s. sur;' our banfis twos
cried three, times, this monthsitwelve
year ago, an 7-7-7'1 hne fohnal,g, ri
Yes, yes, ny good fellow, and these
are your children, All Of EN-, eh?" t'''
''Ay; sur, all temi mine, a'n'tiso
rich ! could start q h'orphah asylum
sur" 80, =. uoitnyllaa, tsailul
The reporter gsrinned. 'N', .., ''.'''' +,
We'll, why did you leave Englande
You are Englishp" .eidG'H HiDl'f'ft
"Ay' sur I'm English; well, left
COS | couldn't stay times was that
And you are going-where?". and
the reporter paused pencil in hand. 9aI
That's Wot, I'd like some iun to tell
me-" and John Dixon, scratched ibis
head obviously. ." If could get a
roof to put them little heads under to-
night, I'd be "a thankful man. ''1nl '' 81
sol, i can ,fndlyou alroof! Now let's
see, four children, one a cripple.p,,i asl
cay, sun one a CRIPPLE and John
Dixon bent fondly over the little girl in
the cart, smoothing the wavy hair away
from her blue eyes; = am our eldest,
and we, wouldn't part wi heryno, not
fur adj the gold soYereigns, we could
carry, would wePn and he looked round
the little'group sure Of his answer.
"No,Yno, my blessing" And the
mother stroked the little head softly
while the boys flung themselves on her
with eager embraces. a, ID, yehrolE
The reporter Bit the top Of his pencil
meditahTely,''Hdm yes, very proper"
then he. beckoned to a friendly!lookihg
policeman who was strollmg towards
them. .-rfloa yiuifils.
Here, my friend, can you direct this
man to some place near, where he can
find a lodgingAF .a. % . - ''i
just a couple o. rooms wherewe
can bide, till look round bit, y ex-
planned John Dixon, duckingl his head
respectfully "' ,,..,.,.,,
dAll- right; come along, ~ and the
friendly policeman smiled to little Jahey
sitting pale and quiet in her cart.