Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-08-22
NEW YORK'S LITTLE ONES
ALAD ON ANAG AND A SACCN
LITTLE FOE IN RAGS.

Dining Tsbie-A Slave ofthe Morphine
Habit Given "A Secret Injection at
supper at DelmonlcO's - Something
About the Slaves of the Drug
NEW YORK. Aug. 21.-What chapter
might be written about the children OF
New York! They are more remarkable
than tbeir elders and of infinite variety
Shortly after noon yesterday n iretlul
little pony came patterlng around the cor
ner of Fifth avenue and Thirty-elghth
street with such tremendous ado that ne
would have run me down had he been
higher than my waist. He shook MS
shaggy head, snorted and bounded up and
down with a great show of dash and tre.
Behind MIN was an English dog cart OF
perfect proportion and finish, yet
scarcely larger than baby carriage. On
the box seat sat a la1 OF less than eleven
Years. with natty little beaver hat. rose
In his coat and his small legs encased In
leather leggings. His puny nsts were
clad ia gauntlet driving gloves aud be sat
with his legs stretched out stif1ly before
him. his toes together, his elbows close 10
his sides and mis- whip held across the
reins. He was the picture in miniature,
Of an English coaching club. All be
lacked was a single glass. He'll proba-
bly, exploit that by the time he's II. his
father is a New Yorker who cares little lot
horses, but INDUCES 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"
arfI no child giving
q vicious twist to the relns and touching
the rim of bis nat 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 a very dark bay, groomed till he
shone like satin. His collar was white
canvass, and every nit of harness on his
sleek coat was white. Even the drivers
whip was in keeping.
''kather smart, en?' said the boy, with
a look of solemn inquiry. It'll look
better on my black boss, 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 bowling
down the street erect, correct and COM
PLEASANT.
As stood gazing after the mature infant
ragged street urchin who sat on the
bdge Of the gutter hard by looked up at
Inc and said:
Next time yer sees dat young Teller
tell i'm Pm goin' to kick lung out OF i'm
some Sunday"
'Why sunday"
''Caurze it's my day fur kickin' lungs"
said the boy, calmly.
He had a mouth of prodigious size,
small eyes, red hair and a cork leg. His
crippled form was half clad in rags and
his 8 year-old face was lighted up by a
prematurely red nose. The idea OF such
adwarf kicking anybody was so grotes-
que that | smiled involuntariy. He
grinned back instantly and said as he
Rugged the cork leg:
she hit me wild his whip ouct an bin
layiu' low 'r IN ever sence. On Sundays he
don't go ridin', an some Sunday I'll land
IN. IT makes me feel elegint to tink of
the lickin' dat lad III git on some iue holy
Roman Irish Cattle Sunday. Pm no
SLOUGH eff my hair is red"
BY this time the smile had gone and he
looked as OminOus as child of his age
could look. The beggar of waiting to
attack the little millionaire of IL Just as
his father, the tramp, anarchist, or
striker waits for the chance to iniure his
wealthy employer.
There is something Uncanny about these
mature children of the town. | was at
the Windsor Hotel at dinner with some
friends short time ago when pompous
little woman strobe down the long dining
room followed by two little girls hand in
hand. Neither OF them was more than S
years old. They settled themselves in
their chairs, folded their skinny little
hands and then proceeded to stare about
them and comment upon their fellow din
ers. The elder OF the two children, after
looking intently at maiden lady of rather
Doticeble attire at an adjoining table,
turned to her mother and said compos-
ediY:
''What really startling old trump that
is. mammal
(Which one, dear?" asked the strict
nisciplinarIan OF a mother.
"Tbe cheerful guy beside the baldhead-
ed man over there"
''Oh, yes" said the mother, with a we'll
bred smile, "rve seen her before. But
don't be so slangy, Marion. Have more
tone. Order your dinner now and see
that you let PURGE an lamb alone. It's too
rich for you" Then to the waiter:
take her order, Auguste."
The waiter leaned obsequiouslv over the
child, who was studying the menu with a
frown on her little face.
''No soup, Ogeest," she said, irtently.
''but bit of weak FISH with egg sauce.
an a kidney omelette-nOt nat, YOU
know. but nice and pu1y-and art,-
chOkes-"
''Ver' sorry, Mees Maryon, but there is
no arti--'
''rhere, thought sop said the girl.
siSmming the card down on the table and
biting her thin lips. Its the most pro
vOking thing! Whenever | set my
heart"
owe have some green corn
Eat il yourseltr' said the child in n
NUT. The waiter was quite unmoyed
He seemed to be accustomed TO such ebul-
liilons of temper and went on suavely
taking the orders of the others while MISS
Marion sat the picture of over-dressed,
pampered and pouting discomfort.
And the children of the fats? Who
ever hears OF these shy and melancholy
little beings who speak IN whispers and
have been bullied, reprmanded and
scolded by servants, tenants, janitors and
parents until they glide about like
shadows and dare not laugh for fear of
disturbing some one. The joyousness and
life OF childhood have been crushed out of
them. And the children OF the boarding
house who live under perpetual protest
from the grim ard snappy landlady and
the testy boarder OF the first floor fronp'
who must have the house quiet 80 as 20
enjoy her afternoon nap. Nearly every
boarding house that advertises now puts
forth the fiat mo children" and the
little ones are so thoroughly cowed that
they are as pitiful in mien as in body.
Then there are the children OF the tena.