The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-02-10

81 suppose you wouldn't think it be-
meath you to accept twenty-five cents
from any one who was foolish enough to
give them to you," she remarked, sarcas-
tically.
Law! could get into the gallery
with ter" answered the boy.
''Here are the ten."
I've no wonder you open your eyes
in astonishment. Miss Campbell was
| just as much amazed at herself She
even opened her lips to call the lad
back, but he had dashed up the street
and disappeared with his prize.
The rain began to pour and the wind
to howl. Miss Maria spent half the day
in writing a crushing letter to spend
thrift cousin who had "made bold to in
quire if loan of few dollars could"
ETC.; and the other half in grumbling at
the wickedness of the world in general.
| ''And now the rain has turned to
snow" she muttered at nightfall, ''and
there be more shiftless paupers than
ever preying on the thrifty rich for
shoes and clothing"
No wonder that Miss Maria did not
sleep very well that night, and that her
| light morning nap left her ears open
enough to hear scraping noise outside
her dwelling about seven CLOCK. What
did that mean? Miss Campbell peeped
ont. ---~--- - --4-----s a
If there was not the identical red
j headed boy shovelling snow as if for
dear life. He worked with a will, for
half the long sidewalk was clear by the
/ Mice Mania boI tNY, har
and descended to inquire into the I'M
pardonable liberty he had taken.
"Who gave you leave to shovel my
walk?" asked she. framing her tall figure
in the doorway.
The boy paused.
"Why, nobody didn't tell me. You
give me ten cents, and, says l. I'll be
square with her, so | done this job. |
say, the panoramy, was first-rate. Wisht
you'd been there. 1t would have jest
taken you off your feet to see the houses
a-falling and the ingines running and
the 'melodium' APPLYING. Law?'
Language quite failed to express last
nights raptures, so merely adding, 'I'm
obliged to you for the cash; | be honest, :"
the boy fell to work once more.
II declare, that boy is grateful, ="
meditated Miss Maria, in amaze.
She retreated into the house, but was
drawn in spite of herself to the window.
She began to wonder if the child were
not cold, his jacket was so thin, and his
neck so long and bare.
"rll give him comforter.
| She climbed up stairs to the attic, and
rummaged hastily in the camphor chest.
She was in quite a glow when she
came down, and somehow the warm tn
seemed to have reached her heart. She
beckoned to the lad,
"Would you like thisP''
1.-The blue eyes glistened. Then he
struck an attitude.
''See here, I'll make trade with
you," said he confidentially; 'do you
run FURNACE? Give me leave to rake
down yer yashes, and I'll call it even. y
Miss Campbell drew herself up.
81 make no bargains" she began
but the boy interrupted her.
4Come now, fight fair" said he
pleadingly. YOU'D take me for SECOND
cousin to giraffe. if you looked at my
neck, and it's whistling cold. But
won't wear your scarf unless you let me
rake yer yasheS. I'm obliged to yer al
the same" he added, wistfully.
Miss Maria paused. "Then you MAJ
rake my ashes" said she, solemnly
what is your name?''
The lad produced soiled green care
from his pocket and held it out. On
was printed:
~ JACOB Moon.
Ragpicker. Premium given for old iron
Inquire at
No. 10 Cat Alley.
'"That's me-" said he. "and that's m,
business. l cleered up Henry Walker
back yard, and he done hundred o
them tickets for me. | give 'em to m.
friends. viii you take one?'
mo, thank YOU" said Miss Maria
freezingly. ''You may go below ant
rake the ashes. Mind you do it thor
oughly."
She could hear him raking all the tim
she was at breakfast.
(Which shows" thought Miss Maria
chow faithless Bridget has been. II
have that boy come daily"
So she did, and as time passed h
stayed longer each day. There were er
rands to be done; there was wood to b
split; there was wood to be piled. VIII
not let him scour the knivesP The risin,
Moon fairly beamed with delight at tina
suggestion. He found a grindstone t
sharpen them, into the bargain.
"And if you'd just let me have a pull
at that silver tea pot see in your dinin,
ROOM" insinuated he.
"Here is some rouge, said Miss Maria
but she watched him as a cat watches
mouse. for her ancestral silver was tn
pride of Miss Campbel's heart.
} Jacob Moon was surely rare soul
J He handled the teapot most tenderly
but it shone like the morning before b
"You seem to enjoy work. said Mis-
Maria, approvingly.
"rhere's some folks I'll work for,
/ answered Jacob, soberly. "You Civ
, me ticket to that panoramy. and lik
! you first-rate." ..
Miss Campbelrs heart gave a quic
throb at the compliment, however rudel
expressed.
Here was one who was not only thank
/ full for favors but who really liked hen
And Miss Maria was so lonely!
\ Jacob Moon" said she. would yo
like to come and serve me for dollar