The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-12-30
Please Buy.

Please Buy.
"They are pretty!" he pleaded.
eyes, I 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 1 am saving
money for o brother"
81 wish I was your brother" he said
mournfully. "Do SMELL"
"You want NE to smell your wax
flowers AS if, child, those things
were fragrant But 1 will smell to
please you, though I can't possibly buy.
Ha-ha |"
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 I ever smell rose like
this before You put drop of cologne
on it, didn't you?"
The little rose merchant grinned and
nodded. 81 got the 'pothecary to do
it. l gave him penny to sweeten 'em
up"
Ha-hal That is ingenious, but 1
don't see how I can buy, for I haven't
cents to spare, now really"
''Please buyI" 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 " said Fanny a minute after.
"What thoughtless creature Why
didn't ask that boy VIII L he lived and
then look into his case? / know he is
poor, and am pr, ttv charity-visitor
to let the chance slip away. I might
have asked about his home. I 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 a rose-leaf that the wind had blown
away.
"Provokingl I know he lives in
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
sort OF queer and outlandish. But the
funniest thing about him was the big
white comforter, mufling his neck and
covering his face almost, and it did
make me think of an old comforter I
had when little girl. The two ends
stuck out like the two arms of guide
post. [ wouldn't have bought anything,
but when I first refused he said, Please
buy 80 pitlfully, and I am chicken
hearted and couldn't stand that, you
know. And when he thanked me. he
lifted his cap and-he has forehead
that made me think of fathers. If
only had my wits about me, and asked
for his home, as I know he is p Dor
boy"
go, Fan |" you'll have the house full
of beggars and tramps. See here )"
and her husband pushed away from his
forehead o mass of luxuriant hair.
"Have brow like fathers? please
buy
"Nonsense ! There, Charlie, did you
think to ask Mrs. Stephens if those beg.
gars calling on her we're true cases ?"
AID, before he answered, she ratified on
again in her laughing way" and do
you know, did not have letter from
mother to day? 1t is time for her to be
over from England and bring Jamie. ]
can't understand the delay, but won't
it be nee when we are all together
again ?"
"Yes, Fanny, it will, and Wa will
make itashappy for them as we can, and
Charlie, having emptied his tea cup. bal
anced his spoon on its snowy rim.
" feel little worried about mother.
Charlie, for the money sent her won't
last very long, but it seemed to be all
TINT we could conveniently spare" Yes,
and eTen more than they could COM
fortloiy 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, 81 think
we ought to buy of poor people coming
to our doors, if 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 flew away to i'm
agine how Jamie might look.
8 [ have not seen him since he was a
baby, said she, buzzing away while
l1n H., - j.
marketing. "Seven years, to morrow,
since I left England, all the while hop,
ing to get mother over here"
Better late than never" said Char
lie.
ST father hadn't died, she thought.
we might have expected him, too. But
he will know about it, and it will make
him happier"
In the morning our "charity visitor"
called upon chubby, motherly Mrs. Ste.
phens to find out about those bepg hrs. )"
and then Fanny said to herself: snow.
If L can hunt up my wax peddler, will.
But where shall go? L will ring see
If don't-at the doors on our street.
and inquire if any wax merchant called.
may track him in that way"
Yes, he had been at various doors. and
people laughed about the "bjg white
comforter" and cologne. In that way she
tracked him to corner where dnsky
little alley branched off Children we're
clustered at this corner. "Children
know everything, and I'll ask them"
thought Fanny.
"The boy that wears mforter went
into that black door yesterday" said a
sharp-eyed informant.
Its poverty stricken place."
thought Fanny, entering the house and
climbing q rough, bare stairway
Knocking at door on the second story.
Fanny was answered by o sad faced