News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1886-10-07
NEW YORKS YOUNGSTERS.
MORE REMARKABLE AND VARIED
THAN THEIR ELDERS.
1he Little Millionaire of Eleven and
the Beggar of fEight-SpoiIed Dar-
lingS at the Dinner Table

Inc Little Millionaire of Eleven and
the Beggar of OfEight-SpoiIed Dar-
lings ct the Dinner Table.
What chapter might be written about
me children of New ork, writes Blakely
Ian. They are more remarkable than
ther elders, and of infinite variety.
shortly after noon yesterday a fretful
lttle pony came pattering around the
corner o1 Filth avenne and Thirty eighth
street tn such q Tremendous ado that
he would have run me down had he been
higher than my waist. lie shook his
shaggy head, snorted and bounded up
and down with great show of dash and
fire. Behind him was an English dog
cart of perfect proportion and finish, yet
scarcely larger than baby carriage. On
the box seat sat lad of less than eleven
years, with a natty little beaver hat, a
rose in his coat and his small legs encased
in leather leggings His puny fists were
clad in gauntlet driving gloves, and he
sat with his legs stretched out stitfly be-
fore him, his toes together, his elbows
close to his sides and his whip held
across the reins. He was the picture in
miniature, as far as the pose went, of the
era k whip of an English coaching club.
All he lacked was single glass He'll
probably exploit that by the time he's
twelve. His father is New Yorker who
cares little for horses, but indulges his
children in every whim. They live across
the street from my windows / looked
at the solemn youngster on the box and
said:
Tommy, you should always drive
free from the curb when you round a
corner"
Cad know it," said the child,
| giving a vicious twist to the reins and
touching the rim of his hat with the
whip, ''but the beasts mouths as hard
as brick. Huh, there : What do you
think of his new clothes-all white, you
| know?"
| stepped back and looked at the pony.
He was very dark bay, groomed till he
shone like satin. His collar was white
canvas, and every bit of harness on his
sleek coat was white. Even the drivers
whip was in keeping
'Rather smart. eh2 said the boy with
a look of solemn inquiry. 'Itli look
better on my black horse, though--neater
brute than this; fetlocks not so brushy
and action brisker"
He nodded carelessly, dropped the
lash on the pony's neck and went bowl
ing down the street erect, correct and
complaisant. AS stood gazing after
the mature infant ragged street urchin,
who sat on the edge of the gutter hard
by, looked up at me and said:
"Next time yer sees dat young feller
tell i'm I'm going to kick lung out of
i'm some Sunday"
"Why Sunday"
"Caurze it's my day fur kickin' lungs"
said the boy calmly. lie had a mouth of
prodigious size, small eyes, red hair and
cork leg. His crippled form, was half
clad in rags, and his eight-year old face
was lighted up by a prematurely red
nose. The idea of such dwarf kicking
anybody was so grotesque that l smiled
involuntarily. He grinned back instantly
and said as he hugged the cork leg:
Gle hit me wild his whip once't anil bin
layin' low FIR m ever sence. On Sun
days he don't 60 ridin' an some Sun
day I'll land him. 1t makes me feel ell
egint to tink of tn lickin' dat lad III git
on some fine Sunday. I'm no slouch eff
my hair is red"
By this time the smile had gone and
he looked as ominous as a child of his
age could look. The beggar of eight
waiting to attack the little millionaire of
eleven, Just as his father, the tramp, an
archist, or striker, waits for the chance
to in jure his wealthy employer. There
is something uncanuy about these mature
children of the town. l was at the
Windsor Hotel at dinner with some
friends short time ago when pompous
little woman strobe down the long din
ing room, followed by two little girls,
hand in hand. Neither of them was more
than nine years old. They settled them
selves in their chairs, folded their skinny
little hands, and then procC eded to stare
about them and comment upon their
follow dir1ora- Tho ol1er of tho
children, after looking intently at a
maiden lady of rather noticeable attire at
an adjoining table, turned to her mother
and said composedly:
What a real y startling old trump
that is, mammal
(which one, dear?" asked the strict
disciplinarian of a mother.
The cheerful guy beside the bald
headed man over there"
"Oh, yes" said the mother, with q
well bred smile, 'I've seen her before.
But don't be so sangy, Marion. Have
more tone. Order your dinner now and
see that you let puree en- lamb alone. It's
too rich for you" Then to the waiter
ohS AASi SiNSi1 uSbC.
The waiter leaned obsequously over
the child, who was studying the menu
with a frown on her little face
"No soup, Ogeest," she said, intently,
''but bit of weak fish with egg sauce
an kidney omelette-not fat you know,
but nice and pufy-and artichokes."
''Ver' sorry, Mees Maryon, but there is
no arti--n
"There, l thought SOP said the girl,
slamming the card down on the table and
biting her thin lips. "It's the most pro-
voking thing Whenever l set my
heart"
"We have some green corn"
"Eat it yourselfl'' said the child in a
huff. The waiter was quite unmoved.
He seemed to be accustomed to such eb-
ullitions of temper and went on suavely,
taking the orders of the others while
Miss Marion sat the picture of over
dressed, pampered and pouting discon-
tent.
And the children of the flats. Who
ever hears of these shy and melancholy
little beings, who speak in whispers and
have been bullied, reprimanded and
scolded by servants, tenants, janitors and
parents until they glide about like shad-
ows and dare not laugh for fear of dis
turbng some one. The ioyousness and
life of chilhood has been crushed out of
them. And the children of the board
ing house, who live under a perpetual
protest from the grim and snappy land
lady and the testy boarder of the ''first
floor 'front.'" who must have the house
quiet 80 as to en-. oy her afternoon nap.
Nearly every boarding house that adver-
tises now puts forth the fiat ''No chill
dren. " and the tile ones are so thorough
ly cowed that they are are as pitiful IN
mien as in body. Then there are the chill
dren of the tenements and slums. There
is no end to Juvenile wretchedness here.
For place that children shonld be kept
out of. commend me to New York.
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