Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-07-29
The Tramp's Flower,

Boob |! bcoh And what you got
there +? Can't yon give me q flower p
Lumrie-tLat was tie way her faith
er called the chubby little girl-looked
up out of the dark shadow of the vines,
where her face resembled white star.
She wondered who 1t was that leaned
over the fence and spoke to her.
1t is a big moon.face,' she said to
herself, n lot of hair bout it. And,
dear me, wouldn't wear such an or.
full old hat. And his cose don't look
very fresh and nice. one Bit
While Lumpie was painting the
strangers portrait, he was looking up
ut the sky, and holding out his hand
to the wind to find out the drift of the
latter, and make a weather. guess. He
now turned and asked again
Say, Sis, won't you give me a po'
sy p
Lumpie picked bright nasturtium
and gave it to him.
That's good one, and I'd rather
have it than lump of gold, Sis
MY papa don't call me SIS
'Don't he ? Well, what does he
say +?
'Lumpie.'
'Lumpie He beats all at namin'
folks don't he p
you got a papa p
Not that know of. Why, Lumpie,
IL he were livin', he'd be as old as that
tree back of you, and that would fetch
the tree up to seventy years, sure
'You got a mamma p continued
Lumpie, as If taking the census.
NO the old woman's she's gomez
old CONAN p
'My-my-mother.'
She gone p
Yes
Gone yare p
Where heaven is. Don't you
know p
Il 'spect it's up, up 'bove dat spooce
tree, somevare.'
"That's where she is singin' cher
ub there. these twenty years.
'Vare's your home p
Home p
The tones were sad, pitifully sad.
Where's your home p
Here. ware papa and mamma are.'
Where mother is, that's my home.
I wish it was. Well, Sis-Lumpie,
your flower may help me get there
sMoye on y suddenly called out
gruff voice. Don't block the side
walk Move on y
In an instant, the moon face, the big
lot of hair, the old hat and seedy coat
which Lumpie had been looking at
all vanished, an then appeared a man
wearing blue coat and silver badge,
who strut.ed along and wrapped on the
fence with his billy in an important
way. Lumpie now ran into the house
and was met by Aunt Salome, who was
keeping house for her brother since the
beginning of his wife's sickness.
'Lumpie, whom were you talking
with p
L dunno. He didn't have very nice
cose, and hasn't home.'
"A tramp Horrors y
'Tamp p
Yes. Sakes alike y
81 give him a fower.'
what kind ? Not one of those
beautiful dahlias p
"A nastur tium. all yaller. Only he
said twas gold.'
Il warrant /; for that's what he is
after.'
He's good man, 'cause he said
suskin about his old mumma's home in
Heaven
Good ? I don't want any of his
goodness. &c. phus y
Aunt Salome had now rushed to
back kitchen window, from which she
could ] look out upon the garden where
toiled Lumpie's father, Cephas Bixby.
His face no more resembled his sisters
thin, wiry, nervous visage than shin.
gle.
'Ce-phus Ce-phus Why don't
you hear me p
Il hear you. What is it p
who do you suppose is round p
Folks say am and here Cephus
mischievously contemplated his plump,
round body.
Now. don't plague me. Who do
you s'pose has been on the garden
fence p
"A fly. / guess.
Cephas here referred to Aunt Sd.
lome's great summer horror.
'Salome, there has been one special
fly that know for two days has been
watching your screens and trying to
get in. Get in !! If am ever hungry,
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