Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-31
Please Buy.

Please Buy.
"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 I am saving
money for brother
81 wish I was your BROTHER" he said
mournfully. edo smell !"
"You want me to smell your wax
flowers? As if, child, those thing.
we're fragrant! But I will smell tc
please you, though I can't possibly buy.
Ha-ha |"
Fanny Peters laughed as she lifted to
her nose the pretty white wax rose
that the little peddler had offered at the
door.
"Why! Did ever smell a rose like
this before You PIT drop of cologne
on it, didn't you?'
The little rose merchant grinned and
nodded. 81 got the 'pothecary to do
it. 1 gave him penny to sweeten 'em
up"
"Ha-ha! That is ingenious, but I
don't see how I can buy, for haven't
S 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 said Fanny a minute after.
"What a thoughtless creature! Why
didn't ask that boy VII Re he lived and
then look into his case? 7 know he is
poor, and I am pretty charity visitor
to let the chance slip away. 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
AWAY.
Provoking! 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 OF 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
had when little girl. The two ends
stuck out like the two arms of a guide
post. I wouldn't have bought anything,
but when I first refused he said, Please
buy SO pitifully, and [ am chicken
hearted and couldn't stand that, you
know. And when he thanked NE, he
lifted his cap and-he has forehead
that made me think of fathers. If I
only had my wits about me, and asked
for his home, as I know he is a p,ov
boy"
so, Far. !" you'll have the house full
of beggars and tramps. See i,crel"
and her husband pushed away from his
forehead a mass of luxuriant hair.
"Have I brow like fathers? please
buy"
"Nonsense There, Charlie, did you
think to ask Mrs. Stephens if those beg
gars calling on her were true cases ?"
and, 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. I
can't understand the delay, but won't
it be nice when we are all together
again? ?"
eyes, Fanny, it will, and we%will
make itash happy for them as we can, and
Charlie, having emptied his tea-cup, bal
anced his spoon on its snowy rim.
g feel little worried about mother,
Charlie, for the money I sent her won't
last very long, but it seemed to be all
that we could conveniently spare" Yes,
and even more than they could COM
fortably 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 few away to i'm
agine how Jamie might look.
81 have not seen him since he was
baby" said she, buzzing away while
Charlie put on his coat to do little
marketing. 'Seven years, tomorrow,
since I left England, all the while hop
ing to get mother over here"
"Better late than never, said Char
lie.
eff 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 beggars,"
and then Fanny said to herself: "Now,