Connecticut western news., 1883-02-07
JER B y.
BY MARY LOWE DICKINSON.

Buy paper, blaze She is frozen almost. Here's Commercial and Ne,os, and Maa, ana here's the Empress and the Aoening Post And lvery one has tirrible tale A shlpwreck-a murther-a fre-alarm- Mnlchlver ye loike-have paper, marm? Inn buy 1t, blaze, av this bit av gurrul- SAes new in the business and all av a whirrul;
 We must lind her hand, :" said little Jerry,
 There's plinty av thrade at the Fultor ~'she's wakely for made av the tay and the
 toast
 The price uv paper-plaze, sir, buy Post? Ihrue as me name it is Jeremiah, There's foine report dridful fire And child that's lost-and smash av train Indade, sir, the papers just groanin' wid pain Spake up, little gurrul, and don't be afraid! I'm schraichin' for two till I startyez in thrade. While yell, you can sell, " said little Jerry, Screeehing for two at Fulton Ferry. The night was bleak, and the wind was high. And hurrying crowd went shivering by, And some bought papers, and some bought
 none, But the boys shrin voice raA cheerily on: buy Post, or Neaos, or Mdal, as you
 choose,
 For my arm just aches wid the weight av the
 news.
 E1press! Not single one left for tonight but buy one ay this little gurrul, sir-all right. She's reg'lar seller here at the ferry,
 And rickomind her high" said Jerry. In the whirI of the throng there paused a man. The bell is ringing-I cannot wait; Here, girl, Commercial as quick as you can dne boat IS starting-don't make me lateE' And on through the hurrying crowd he ran, The wee girl following close behind, Ater the penny he could not find; While, with spring through the closing gate, Alter her money bounded Jerry,
 ragged and panting, at Fulton Ferry "One cent from the man in the big fur coat Give me the change, or I'll stop the boat.'' UP from the deck 8 laugh and a cheer, It itchanged to shudderipg cry of fear AS he bent his head for the fearful spring. And then-hke wild bird on the wing Over the whirling waters swung, Iouched the boat with his hands, and chung. 0asplng and white, to the rail, and cried: Where IS that mean old man, who tried To steal one cent from girl at the ferry- poor little girl, with no friend but Jerry ?" Over the side went hundred hands, From hundred mouths rang forth commands: Pull him in" 'Stop the boat !' sTake his
 stock p "Let us buy All the papers he has p s:Send him home to
 get dryr'
 ssNo, indade, 5 said the boy-'tthat's not wat
 meant;
 doant went yer money; want that one cent From the man in the war; m fur coat an hat, Who could shteel cent from gurrul like
 that Ali 1ver he thries that game agin, He'd betther take me, and not Margery Flynn r' Then cheer on cheer for little Jerry Rang across the Fulton Ferry. Long ago, my youthful readers, Happened this that I have told; Long ago that sturdy newsboy All his daily papers sold And the pluck that dared ducking To set right weak one's wrong, Served him well in every struggle; And his life, both kind and strong, Is blessing and comfort To world of needy boys Who, like him, must work in play-time With boot-brushes for their toys.
 But around the Fulton Ferry,
 Still the newsboys talk of Jerry.
 -& Nicholas Jfor February.