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

clamations Of horror, an1 questions
put from one to another. "What is
it Z" whats the matter ?' What's
the row, now 7" and amid them nll
a small helpless figure lying paInu
and almost lifeless in tho dust aud
noise of the street.
The papers scattered in soilcd
confn II about the poor bruso J
form told the story of his business,
one OF tue newsboys that cry theii
papers day after day on tho cit,
streets.
Pushing his way through the
crowd came q rough ragged fellow,
carrying under his arm his bundle o
papers, another news boy with Gu
riosi'y stamped on bis face, auxiou'
o find out what was going n
But as he ought sight of tho white
face aud 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 it's poor little Max, the
pluckiest fellow. am afraid he's
done for now. Many's the 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 tear from his eyes. He fol-
lowed the policemen as they gather
ed the poor little unconcious figure
rom the ground aud conveyed it to
the hospital, and gave the mothers
address, though" he adde1, "from
what Max says, / guess she amt fs~
ed for this world either"
On one of tho hospital beds The
little -utferer-lay. The blue veins
could be traced on the whito fore
head, while the poor lttlo face, thin
ard pinchol even in the days before
the cruel wheels had lranplcd out
tho young life, grew moro tniD and
white with tho purple shadow OF
death gathering about the wan lips
and circling the great brown eyes,
that for while was awakening to n
realization Of lifo and doath. Hs
watched the kind thoughtful eyes Of
the doctor M he 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, / must die'" he sail,
looking eagerly for some contradlc-
ton Of what s1mc,hing whispered
too surely for hope to gain place.
The doctor nodded, as he answer
cd, "i am afraid so, my little man.
Then he turnel his young face to
the wall and there was silence
Who bat God could read tho strug
gle in that young heart. Lfe even
to this poor little half starved news
boy, with his dailyIot of toll aud
struggle. held something to cling to,
something to make it worth the
longing to bold.
He turned his face to the doctors
once more as he said and Of, what n
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 l am gone =
Grand unselfsh words ! No
thought for the young life ebbing its
painful way to the great beyond, but
foi the mother Fastening, too, fast
to the land to which he was going
little sooner. Angels record such
words 10 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,
redeemed in the great unselfsh love
that spoke through those dying lips.
Stranger hands folded tho wasted
limbs that no longer fol a, aud
closed the weary eyes that mad fal"
len asleep with those words liuger.
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.
God had answered poor Max, and