Smyrna times., 1886-05-05
For the Smyrna Times.
A Story Of Easter Morn in New
York.
BY SMITH START.

BY SMITH OlAhIs
1t is Easter morning, and l have
early intimation of that sweet day Of
rest which saw the Lord arise" Just
as light, pale and gray, comes strug-
Cling through the closed shutters to
arrest my dreams, grave or glad, a lit
tie church near us begins its garroulns
pather with its three inefficient bells, I
announcing morning mass. Though 1t |
is not much of a chime, those who |
work it evidently consider its tintinab- |
ulations important; so they make up IN |
persistency what they lack in sonor-
business. Far off there is sweeter and /
better-managed campanoIogy more |
than one belfry is doing for good
Christians what the muezzin, under
Eastern skies, as the sunrise glances
across the palms, summoning him to
praver. does for the MOslem. | make
a picture. with closed eyes, of the peO-
pie creeping through the twilight this
Easter morning toward the mystery OF
the atOnement and the the munlticence
of the promises. They come from the
soualor and suffering to the splendor OF
the great sacrifice and the rich cOnso-
Iations of the faith-the sick for heal
ING. the weary for rest, the dOuhtlng
for assurance, the friendless that they
NAV once more, if only for a little
while. be near the Eternal Friend.
| For the hungry is the Bread of Life
! for the Opulent are the dreams OF eter-
nity. During little while, at least,
they will forget their sorrows. How
ever poor, all through that precious
service they will be the equals OF the
rich and citizens in the House OF God.
This think. as l listen to the bells
as they are calling in silver tones their
worshippers this Easter morning ana
then, wandering Oft in maze OF spec
ulation, recall what the philosophers
have said of superstition; the great
minds which have stood up stiff and
muscular against it all; / glance at Le-
ibnitz. who is over there in the book
case. with Noltaire, GibbOn, Hume and
the host of the doubters; but still the
bells are calling still the kindly invi-
tation is extended to all; still PAGES
the procession of the worshippers and
feel how little the great books, satur-
ated with temporal logic and human
learning, have done to tempt this
weary and suffering world from the
faith, which may be weak in plenty
and prosperity, but grows stronger as
the tempests assail it, and everything
when all else is lost.
Coming out in the street you would
know that it was Easter morning.
Every one seemed to wear Il smile
: upon their faces, and few flowers
= s6meWhere about them. Flowers are
all around you, and, considering how
expensive they are i'll the cities at this
season, you wonder at the amount yo'
see scattered around. No one seems
to be too poor to purchase a blossom 0
some kind Even the poor little news
bows and bootblacks have rosebud O
a few violets in their ragged coats
: beautiful emblem in honor of the ami
versary of the dawn when the angels
rolled the stone away, and the howe
ofthe world came forth as the choices
= blossom in the Garden of Heaven tina
: God could offer to man, to make hi
n home beautiful and full of the fore
" ground Of love divine.
This was the morning that litt
Martie got hurt. He was eight yea
old, but very small, very white, yer
delicate and generally very plnehe
p, His little narrow face had no blood
- it. His thin lips were blue and h
a, voice was a squeak. On the who'll
you would think that he was Il wort
less, sickly little fellow that need(
the tender care of mother. 4(
could not help but pity the little fello
with his large blue eyes and yello
y hair. He used to stand at the entran
of the Brooklyn Bridge, where son
days he sold papers, and others he SO
lozenges. These loZenges he carried
& little tin box. They were rolled l
- in yellow and red paper, and he so
them for cent a roll.
On this particular morning
IC Jumped upon one of the many ca
N, that pass the entrance of the brids
wormed himself in among the CrON
Of passengers who were standing
and his squeak of voice appealed
iV' them to buy lozenges. One or t.
VI persons, who looked into his blue ia
pitied him and gave him a few pc
DS nies. Suddenly he stood in front OF
4' well-dressed gentleman, who seem
to beam with self-impOrtance, and,
reply to the squeak, this persona
said with a magnificent voice Il
;E. sounded through the car and attract
eto. everybody's attention
e Of "Lozenges! You little rascal !;
tt ought to send you to Jail for peddli
that poison on Easter morning. WI
do YOU mean? Don't you know bett
you villain ?"
Ia The gentleman looked around
thoritively as he said this, as if
meant those present to understand t
they were towards in the face of 81
y burning wrong as this, and Il
were. One shop girl looked as if
would like to say shame" but
n didn't. One Irishman looked at
Is little fellow, paler than usual fl
fright, and was just going to bu
la. dozen rolls of lOzenges out Of sp
but something told him he would
"a laughed at, and he didn't. The
smiled and went on reading Il
II papers.
you young imp?"
II " Please. sir :" said the little fell
while his voice trembled and his
eyes looked frightened, E" | don't W
3 to do nothing wrong. Please, sir,
me go. I've got a little sister and 5
hungry, and me mothers drunk
$ fur want to buy sis flower to have
,ompt Easter morning"
nPtly liPIdEy He stood the very picture of h
sired. lessness, with his bloodless fin
,th OF clasping the box that held all his g
{ 'cS' which he wanted to sell so that he c
give his little sister food and Il bios
q on Easter morn, when all the W
D were hoping Then he skunk a
teads through the crowd of towards that
spring rounded him, and, as quickly as ?
guar, guar BILE, reached the platform Ofthe cal
2-G jumped off.
- AS he stood in front of the entr
to the bridge with tears in his eye
saw a lady drop a bunch of flOwe
she crossed the street. Without
ing the many passing vehicles, he
to pick the blossoms up to give
Wild. little sister, and as he stopped,
horse of a fast-driven express W
,oDe scattered his lozenges with one
IODo ~. and struck him in the side wit
n other.
Mike Seaulan, the giant who 81
at the bridge, picked the little fl
9aSS up like as though he were a fea
6 and carried him over in a coffee
p cake saloon across the street.
ranch 4" Didn't / tell you you'd get