The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1883-04-14
JERRY
BY MARY l.. DlcKrSsos.l

ID MANI L. Dit NiNrbNs
Buy a pepper, Place! She is frozen, al
most.
Here's COMMERCIAL and NEws. and MAIL
And here's the EMPRESS and the AyENING
POsTl
And ivory one has n tirrible tale
a sAdpwrick. a murthCr, Il tlrc-alarm.-
Whichever We lOik;-have Il paper. marml
Thin buy it, PLACE. av this bit av a whirrul
We must lind her a hand, said little Jer-
ny;
There's a plinty av thrade at the Fulton
Ferry.
shes wakcly for made av the tay and
the tOast-
The price NV a papcr-plazc. ! rLuy n post?
Thrue as me name it is jeremiah.
There's a foiue report nv a dridful fire.
And II child that's lost,-and Il smash NV
a train
Indade. sir, the papers just groanin, wild
paiul
Spakc up, little gurrul. and don't be afraid
| III scratchin' for two till | start ycz in
thradc,
While yell. you can sell. " said little Jerry.
Screeching for two at Fulton Ferry
Tie night was black, and the wind was
high,
And a hurrying crowd went shivering by;
And some bought papers, and some
bought none,
But The boys shrill voice ra chcerily on;
" Buy a Posi-, or a News, or a MAIL, a.
you choose,
For my arm just aches wild the weight av
the news.
EXPRESS? Not 4 single one left for to-
nuUlt -
But buy one nv this little gurrul, sir, all
right,
Shes n r'g'lar seller here at the ferry,
And rickomind her high" said Jerry.
In the whirrul of the throng there paused
man.
The bell is ringing-Ic can not wait;
Here, girl, a COMMERCIAL rs quick as you
can!
The boat il startiug-don'tmake me later
And on through the hurrying crowd lie
ran,
The wee girl followed close behind,
the penny he could not find;
While, with n spring through the closing
gate,
After her money bounded Jerry
Ragged and painting, at Fulton Ferry.
Zone cent from he man in the big fur
coat
Give inc the chsnge. or I'll stop the boat"
Up from the deck a laugh and Il cheer.
1t changed to a shuddcring cry of fear
As he bent his head for the fearful spring.
And then,-like a wild bird on the wing
Over the whirling waters swung,
the boat with his hands, and
clurg,
,gsoing a.d white. t. the rail, aud cried:
% Nhcreia that ,hcan old mau. who tried
To steal one ccn;fron} a girl at .hc ferry?
A poor little gin, with no friend but Jcr-
ry?'
Over the side went a hundred hands,
From 4 hundred mouths rang forth com
mands:
'Punhim mr. stop the boatr' Take
his stock Let us buy
All the papers he hasr' Send him home
TO get dry
No, indade," said the boy-"that's not
wat | meant;
doant want yer money: | want that one
cent
From the man in the warm fur Goa an
hat,
Who could shteel a cent from a gurrul like
that!
If iver he thrics that game again,
lie q Dclthcr take me, and not MargeTy
Flynn
Then cheer on cheer for little Jerry
Rang across the Fulton Ferry.
.ong ago, my youthful readers,
Happened this that | have told;
4Ong ago that sturdy newsboy
All his daily papers sold.
Md the pluck that dared q ducking
set right a weak ones wrong,
served him well in every struggle;
Md his life, both kind and strong,
$ a blessing and a comfort
o world Of needy boys
Who, like him, must work in play-time
Nsh boot-brushes for their toys.
But around the Fulton Ferry,
IT'LL the newsboys talk of Jerry,