The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1882-02-16
Who Will Help Mother Now.

clanations Of horror, an1 questions
put from one to another. "What is
It :" whats the matter What's
the row, now 7" and amid them MI
small helpless figure lying palhu
aud almost lifeless in tho dust aud
noise Of the street.
The papers scattered in soilcd
confn III about the poor bruiso !
form told the story of his business.
one Of tue newsboys that cry Their
papers day after day on tho cit,
streets.
Pushing his way through the
crowd came a rough ragged fellow,
carrying under his arm his bundle
papers, another news boy with Gu
riosity stamped on bis face, anxious
fiod out what was going n
But as he ciught sight of tho white
face and mangled body Of the child
lying there under tho gaze OF the
plying crowd, au exclamation Of
surprise and sorrow broke from his
ps. "Wby its poor little Max, the
pluckiest fellow. l am afraid he's
done for now. Many's tho chap |
have licked to help that young 'un, -
with which expression of sympathy
he drew his ragged sleeve across his
face to wipe something very much
like a tear from his eyes. He iOl-
lowed the policemen as they gather
ed the poor little unconcious figure
rom the ground aud conveyed it to
tho hospital, and givc the mothors
address, though hs adde1, "from
what Max says, guess she Amt iia-
ed for this worli eithor."
On one of tho hospital beds The
little -utlerer-lay The blue veins
could be traced on the white fore
mead, while the poor little face, thin
d, vi pincho1 even in the days hci"re
the cruel wheols had tramplcJ out
tho young life, grew more tniu and
whito with tho purple shadow OF
death gathering about the wan lips
aud circling the great brown eyes,
that for n while was awakening tp n
realization Of lfo aud doath. Ho
watched the kind thoughtful eyes OF
the doctor as ho no held the wee
frail fingers and scanned with teu.
der sympathy sho well known to-
kens that spoke of the presence Of
the death angle.
doctor, / mus. die'" he sail,
looking eagerly for some contradlc-
ton OF what something whispered
too surely for hope to gain place.
The doctor nodded, rs he answer
cd, "i am afraid so, my little man.
Then he turnel his young f,ce to
the wall and there was silcnce
Who bat God could read tho strug
gle in that young heart. L'fe even
to this poor little half starved news
boy, with his dailylot Of toll aud
struggle. held something TO cling to,
something to make it worth tue
longing to hold,
He turned his face to the doctors
once more as he said and Of, what
world Of pathos, what CLEAN Of
beauty from the heart of this child OF
poverty shone forth in those simple
words
IL do not mind so much, but who
will help mother when 1 am gone =
Grand unselfsh words ! No
thought for the young life ebbing its
painful way to the great beyond, but
fol the mother Fastening, too, fast
to the land to which he was going
a little sooner. Angels record such
words in the great book of eternity,
and who shall say but those words
we're the keynote Of souls redemp
ton. All that might have been
wicked or reckless in that Young
life, that had not seen fully II years,
redeamed in the great unseltish love
that spoke through those dying lips.
Stranger hands folded the wasted
limbs that no longer fel a, aud
closed the weary eyes that had fal"
len asleep with those words linger.
ing on the dying lips.
Poor little Max Little need for
worry for tho mother that was all
of earth to him. With the news of
her boys death the last hold OF life
was dropped, and she, too, lay cold
and lifeless for stranger hands to
bury, with no tear OF sympathy or
loving care to male more bright the
fading life.