The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-13

lng's paper-roouSt, pfg-nearteo rfank Mayhew.
 "Mr. Weed" said he, as the latter came up, "going to the poor folks pie nic P
 "No, sir," answered Mir. Weed. "No sir, not at all. Could not so desecrate the Lords Day. Must teach my class in Sabbath-school this morning, MT. May hew; excuse me, MT. Mayhew, excuse me, sir, please. Must excuse me, sir !" and the young man walked on, measur- ing his steps and tapping his legs as be- fore.
 Mir. Mayhew noticed the retiring ob- ject for moment and then, suddenly turning to friend, he sniffed the air and said, Come; let's walk l want to find bootblack."
 Eh ?" inquired his friend. Do you not have your boots dressed al homer
 "Never do," was the open reply. "You see l must help the poor. must encourage all of their industries, boot blacking or what not. Some men never seem to think that boot-blacking is a means ot securing bread for many of the worthy poor. And tell you bread is the qutstion-yes, bread No, sir, never allow my hired servants to hinder the boot-black in his little trade. To some, the little boot-black is a con- venience; to me he is cheerful little agency in sending help to the poor"
 "You are an odd one, ! do declare, Mir Mayhew," said his friend.
 "Again," said MT. Mayhew, eff we help the poor by encouraging them to do something, we save their selfrespect and remove their wants" "That is so," re- marked his friend, and they walked on.
 By this time Willie Weed had come to band of street wanderers, and among them half dozen boot-blac Or these, one particularly ragged little fellow with a serious face, sat on the curbstone alone Willie at opce singled out this one as the most suitable object for missionary ex- pertinent in the matter of salvation so approaching hin, he tapped him with his cane. The boy sprang from his seat, mounted the curbstone, straddled out in wide importance, and thrusting his hands into his pockets, he locked at young Weed from the very pinnacle of juvenile resentment, while a peculiar twist ot his head indicated that he was about to make some remarks.
 "Say, my little boy?'
 "Say. my little man?'
 "Well, now?"
 "Wa.a.l?"
 "Do you not know that it is very wrong to be playing in the streets on the Sabbath day3"
 %Na-a-w."
 "Do you attend Sabbath-school ?"
 "Na-a-w"
 "Would you not like to attend p
 Na-a-w."
 '>But you must know" said Mir. Weed, warming up, "you must know that bad little boys, like you are, who do SO wick edly, will go to the bad place when they die. l know you do not want to go to the bad place."
 The boy began to twist his head again
 If you are good and nice," MT. Weed continued, "you will go to heaven when you die. Don't you want to go to heaven ?"
 Nav, hain't go, no nice clothes" ;" the boy replied.
 ] But" continued young Weed, en- couraged by the progress he seemed to be making, but, if you go to heaven, you will need no clothes such as you wear here. There you will have robe long, white robe; and you will have orown-a golden crown-and you will walk on golden streets. Don't you want to walk on streets of gold p
 "Na-a-w, if did Id take the gole and git mother somethin' ter eat, and git doctor"
 But you do rot understand"
 "Un'erstan' whut?"
 "What l am saying, my little fellow. It is great pity for you, my little fel- low; am indeed sorry for you; l hope you will attend Sabbath-school at the Mission, down on the wharf. So many little fellows like you go there. Now promise me"
 "Scatp cried the urchin, and with a loud laugh, he bounded away to join a band of his playfellows in vacant lot, whereupon they all set in with laughter, boot and howl, until mockery grew hoarse, and the Sabbath air seemed to blush as youthful depravity exerted itself "Wipe of your chin," shouted the big