The Butler weekly times., 1882-03-01

sickness q. :,
. Her health growing more teebie
/ daily. starvation seemed almost at
! her threshold.
/ Her child had often besought her
to permit him TO go As nsWshoy'
but the thought OF his doing so was
cruelty piercing.
Oh. the humiliation, Her" beauti-
ful, gifted. sensitive darling COM
! nellet to traverse the stree, to earn a
sustcnancc. Reason triumphed over
feeling: the wolf wss almost en-
tering-
Into the world's battle. with true,
unllnching heart. rushed the Youth
ful soldier. his banner emblazoned
with For Mothers Sake
! For nlo.her's sake did heanswer,
| civ,lly coarse and british questions,
allow the fangs of hunger to pierce
him, rather than use for himself his
earnings. and stasve to persuade HIM
self he was not weary when over
taxed nature, in clarion voice was
proclaiming her injured right.
This, to him. had been more
than usually miserable day. His
mother had become far worse recnt-
", and he had scarcely closed his
eyes in sleep for several nights.
The cxacting physician declared
that were he not paid something fol
his services they should be discon-
tinucd. The thought that his moth
er would be without medical aid was
maddening to the boy. Oh! how
widely he longed that the proceeds
OF to-dav's papers might be sufficien
to sa' isfy the physician and preven
his ncglectlng his mother.
The August sun had reached it
meridian, the great globe was pour
ing down almost streams OF fire, ant
only two papers had been dispose
of. How white and exhausted h
looked. Even the lips were forsak
en- by every vestige of color.
'N'hat're you putting on all thos
+ airs for, you deceitful puppy Try
ing to make believe you're sick,
= s'pose-needy, too. I'll bet YOUR
as we'll as am. an have got plent
y of money. What you done with a
YOU made from papers ?-bcen sellir
/, 'em long time. You're tryin'
beg, amt YOU? Don't beg me.
, shan't help to sport you in your laz
i ness. I've got no patience with lo'
!, down newsboys. Hold your hea
:, up, OF I'll shake your
The elegant did not shake him
- probably he feared soiling his dain'
=. gloves-but he took the tip OF h
4 ruby-set walking-cane and rappe
- heavily the head, with its glory
;s ebony hair the head where, IN yea
!. agone, had rested IN pride, love al
n blessing, the hands of many of earth
~ ~ greatest and noblest. What cared
Is the bankers son, for Gaming anew
II boy? He might have repeated Il
: act, and the eyes of the police woul
IN accidently, have been in anoth-r
be rection. a feeling of suffocati
came over the child; weird shap
- and shadows danced before his eye
and he knew no more. The gent
# man walked away, twirling, IN a
~ parent satisfaction, his artihcIa
&c. dark and curled mustache.
'er Git up'm hc1c! What yc doin'
~ plavin' possum? Think somebody
Il. come Ion an fall in love with Il
,st picter-lool<in' beauty o yourn. ;
take You an feed YOU. an rale y
,rv to do nothin. How dar yo' take
o. the crossin', and WI nothin' bu
all ragged newsboy: Git up, say.
-av shores my names Dave Brown,
ot take YOU to the lock-up.'
.er The man was executing his tlre
the was halt CARRYING. half dragg
along the tortured little beinS-wl
Yb- consciousness returned. With "
thc and passionate eloquencc he sued
,,s relcase-told OF his feeble. lor
an mother. suffering for even the CT
mo forts of life. and his own unteig
illness. With a horrible oath
his man released him from his iron gra
ant saving: IF he ever cotch him I
orn din ter be sicl. again l1s. kno'set
list. was jis' tendin'), he'd wish he
her never seed Davv Brown.
and Did the bov weep: His heart
her TOO near bicdhiil5- VIC 'i )
ex- swollen feet paced the hard
5ht- street, keeping time to the dc-s
,;n- march his soul was playing.
\ handsomely-dressed lady,
,ich compan;ed by youth. were II
ian inc him. Nonchalantly the IA
and lifting the BOYS tattered cap,
the staring boldly, noci<fngly into
and fcarfuIly wll.tc face. said: Us1