The Arkansaw traveler., 1882-06-11

self after the pattern cf this unknown lost father. -Whah dye spose he Is man. my:
 Marty did not answer. She vas sure he was dead or he would have come to her: he would know somehow how much she wanted him. She was an affcciionatc. faithful soul and she never had any one else io care for but her husband and Bug.
 ''l reckon I'll be otf now. sad Rugby. "i'li bring some meal and lasscs for brekfuss. an then tote the rest ob dem. He pushed the cart Tn the smooth. ioy road. and Mary went into the kitchen.
 She looked ont of the ~,ndo~ d, the boy pushing the cart down the hill He was more than all the rest of the world to her. But. oh. wha, great world i, was, What could she do for her boy int: She wanted him to have schooling and chance like other boys. and she vas miserably poor, Ii Cassius was alive. hoa could he ever find her in this great full north,
 But Martyr never was miserable long. De Lords undeh all" she sad. and be- gan to sing. going to her work. when the door burst open. and Tn rushed Rugby. a cabbage III hand.
 tlpOk Qln naiIiii@ II tlt. fC>> kttA of dc two outesi leaves an look dah
 The cabbage was literally tunncled bv worms. Marty took Il with eulp ot dismay.
 "Tisn'i wurf muffin. pah's ten cents gone. Well. leab II. and hurl along.
 But de rest. maInmy
 "Oh-h.'' She had not thought of the others. She ran eu, ,o the cart. inspected each one. then to the great heaps. There was not single sound one; they were nd dlcd through and through. But the outer leaves were tar and sound.
 Marty was weak and sick from hunger; She fel, ,his disappointment, was more than she could bear. She threw her apron over her head and sat down on the kitchen steps without a word.
 Rugby stood looking al the heap of cab bages. Where was hi> holiday dinner now of chicken pc his breakfast: He kicked the eabbages as hard as he could.
 "Mamny. he said the neM m"mcnt. "thcl don, look bad a, all An m eyeing her futisely ..'Mr. tusby don't pick de ou,es, leaves off. He Just tum- blcs 'em in de cellar mene dc rest. Hes got wagon loads dah An his saiec go, very thick and fast--hc wouldn't nebbcr know whose dem dat oabbages was.
 Mary took down her apron. Come lius Rugby Johnson. am y.a t thief. Its bad enutf To lose de eabbages. but don't let me tlnk my boys gone gone to de debbil'
 In the gram. Rugby was honest.
 I'm no, ,hicf" he howicd. and kleked the eabbages again. "But I'm so hungry I'm sick. nanny.
 T know. sonny boy" Marry turned into the cabin desperately to see II there were any of lhcir poor llttle belongings which she could sell But who would hux the worn-out chars and table from negro cabin:
 ..l'.l 20 down Ia the village an see If l kin git a days work tnr nur sittals. Bug An do voh take two or three ob de cab bagcs an show ,a Mir Erlsby, m essplain de reason why we can, send hlm any. Bug se, oii on hls crrand ~ith half ! dozen of the cabbage, lylng on the bottom of the push-oart
 Never had such sayory smells iorncntcd his nostrils IS came that morning through the frosty air. Buo kwhcat cakes. saus= ages. hot coffee. And he was 50 rave ously hungry.
 Al Frisby's shop door. too. hung ehiekens. ducks. strings of pudding. His mouth watcrcd he stopped a, the steps with his push car,. Why not sell tusb, the .cabbagcs and buy chleken: He { could tell hs mamny that Fusby had given il to him. Why not: He stood IT, resoiu,c The devil was iigh,tne a> hard for the soul of the little black boy as for that of any saint.
 Presently he ran up the s,eiss earring q fcahbage. and went up ,o Fr,sisv wlo was busy taking an order from A lady in black.
 -.. Ah. Bug. bteugh, the cahbagcs. Put them in the cellar. Tom wIll pay you
 :. See" burs, out Rugby. Dcy'e worHy: Dcy'rc all gone worny Nam mv han't go, one io Seii you. ihrn he turned and kicked the cabbage fufi0uSly down the steps. You ole cheat: Gar out Q my sight' he screamed.
 The lady. who WAS young. laughed What ais the child:" she sad :. Who IS hc:'
 :. h's Martvs boy. Bug. Mss Gwen. sad the grocer. \ ven honest woman. \ow half-a-dogsn wealthy farmers have sold me wormv cabbagcs within the week And think i, likely Marry depended m hers for her winters ltving. Wha; else did you say: Any canned goods,
 Mss Gwen came do'xn the steps a mo- [ ment later. Bug still stood eycng the oabbages with kind of blank despair. which was 90 funny on h> ugly httlc phn tha, she laughed asaln.
 What. Bug. were you going to trade for them: Come. Bug. and leii me aii about It.
 I'd be glad ;o trade de whole eighty for hoe cake an dai's 4 f,-'." almost sobbed Bug
 The young lady looked grave. Have you had no breakfast: Is '; ST bad q that: Here. jump up behind on ih!s phaeton. am going to drive ou, home. and you shall have your breakfast and something io take home