Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-26

narltan he had no time to waste upon
after day Philistines, and so he passed
" on the other side.
Another was great mining capitalist,
Int it always made him angry to look at
people that were poor and dirty and vul-
gar. de had been poor and dirty and
vulgar himself once, and he now regard
ed all such attributes as direct personal
reflections, SO to speak. So he stepped
frowningly into the fine carriage That
was in waiting and ratified off.
The next citizen who stopped to look
on was political economist, who spoke
three times week on suffering Ireland
and ameliorating the condition of the
working masses. His soul sickened at
the injustice OF society, he used to say,
and, pausing long enough to make a
shirt-cuT note on the fearful increase of
crime among children, he, too, went of
shaking his head.
| And then another millionaire CHANGED
by. One of those continually haunted
by fear Of being themselves left in
poverty and want some Gay, despite
their present wealth. And so this one
clutched his purse tighter than ever,
and gave way to couple of giggling
women, who were the next corners,
Does not some writer say that sweet
| charity and holy piety dwell always in
woman's gentle breast? But these were
| san Francisco women of the period. and
SO they Uttered with one breath ssWhat
| q horrible little brat and then minced
on toward the matinee.
Meanwhile the brisk merchant first
mentioned walked rapidly up Market
street, like man every moment of
whose time meant coin. But when he
had proceeded about three squares his
pace, for some reason, seemed to grow
slower and slower, and from time to
time he jerked his head impatiently and
said g Pshaw!'' Indignantly to himself, as
though he was engaged in combating
some unwelcome mental impulse that
persisted in presenting itself to his con-
liberation.
The fact was, this brusque, impera-
i've man OF trade was troubled with a
most uncommon and annoying affection
Il the heart, called humanity. It was
so unnatural and singular disease for a
s-:c+T"cc Ma9 to possess nowadays, that
E''- reliant was very properly ashamed
Of it not only that, but it seemed this
was an hereditary affection that per-
severed in making itself felt, and impel-
ling its possessor to do ali sorts of in
consistent things in the most absurd
manner possible. Left to himself the
merchant was wealthy, respectable. a
man of influence, and a church mem
Der. In fact, he possessed oil the nee
essary qualifications for being selfish,
uncharitable, self-centered and inhuman.
and it irritated him to the last degree.
just when he was about, for instance, to
initiate his wealthy neighbors and evade
subscribing to some charity or perpe-
trating any other kind action, to have
'hls little Unborn imp of humanity act
ualiy t 'rment him into doing the very
thing his worldly training taught him
most to avoid.
He had noticed, too, that this disease
though it is not an epidemic, the
reader will understand always affected
him most when most happy and con-
teLted himself, and as he was in more
than usually serene mood just theL he
was annoyed but not surprised to hear
familiar little voice in his breast say, anu
keep saying:
Remember the loving little child
you kissed when you left home just
now. Suppose it were sitting there, i'll
stead of that wretched little waif.
crushed and despairing. Come, stop
thinking OF how your neighbor Jones
would act, but go back and see if ven
Can not do a little something for tie
boy"
As we have said, he fought agains.
this ridiculous impulse for time, but IL
ended in his turning at last and retrac-
ing his steps with that sort of half-in-
jnred, half-shamefaced expression many
men put on when they set abous a.
good action, for some as yet unso!vel!
reason.
"What's your name?" he grnfly
asked OF the child, who by this time lrui
been pitched upon the seat of the way
on, which was about ready to START.
"Snub, replied the small bouih,na,
eylng his interrogation a moment ia /.
sort of despairing stupor. The house of
correction for six months, which he knew
was the Fate that awaited him, was more
much more-to his kind than the
mere disgrace and punishment 1t
meant in addition just what bankruptcy
and ruin does to the business man. Long
before his release the particular street
corner on which he sold his papers, and
the sole and equitable right to occupy
which he had defended from his fellow
merchants at the expense Of many a
gamely fought battle and bloody nose,
would be gone forever.
"Snub what ?" said the merchant.
walker, or suthin' ike that" re-
piled the grimy midget, after moment
of attempted recollection. "The boys
call me onny Snub, that's ALL"
"Why?"
lie shook his head in answer, although
the shape of his in6nitesimal nose sup
piled the necessary information.
Where's your mother p
"Gone dead"
"When?"
"Dunno-long time-'fore dad run
away"
Away whereof 4
"Ter sea-"
And SO you shift for yourself and sell
papers? Hum ~, Why do they call you
Dunno. I amt no rat" said the
red-headed pigmy, explanitorily, and
somewhat warmed into show of inter
est by the more-kindly voice of the
stranger,