The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1886-12-24

Iboc moving about was M Fsihe thnii
human On pretcpse Of borrowing match
ri,nocked for admiitance. A matcll such q
thing was a far Off, undrcamed Of luxury TO
tho family within. There was neither fire
nor food in the house, and tho wind, tho rain
and the snow came In ut will through tho
glassless Windows. Haven't you noticed that
the V Y elements conspire with poverty to
make IS victims wretchedi
A skeleton man sick unto death lay ON tho
floor, las head on q bundle OF dry leaves.
Two famished children, i'll and feeble, were
ON the semblance Of bed In another corner
Of the room. A very old woman sat helpless
by Do side OF tho sick children, whose emaci.
ated and miserable mother CROPPED about
feobly trying TO give help TO tho Others Tho
only one Who seemed to have any life to
spcal. Of left was a wan and ragged little girl
with delicate features and big, old eyes.
cot fire and food for them, and did ell
could for their immediate relief. Then
rushed TO tho Office of The Trumpet and
wrote such an account OF them us would be
sure to send the good people Of Doonville to
their door with abundant relief. 10 was u
long and graphic article and realistic TO
startling degree. Wo were not illustrating
newspapers then rs now, 80 could only pic
ture the suffering Of this family in words.
However, / gave the article tremendous head
lines and prominent place. The Trumpet
was issued thenext day, which was the day
before Christmas, and 1t went forth on its
work of arousing tho pity of Doonville for
the family In the old house by the river.
was very busy all that day and could not 60
10 SEQ them. But when night came and lay
down to rest had the satisfaction of feeling
that they were provided for, and that had
been tho instigatng cause Of their relief.
fancied the surprise and sorrow the bcnevo-
lent Mrs. Barclay would feel when she visited
them, carrying aid, as she was sure to do
after reading my articles And how dis
tressed, thought, Mr. Archibald Doom
would be when he realized that SO sad a case
of want existed in the town of which no was
so proud. And otliers--ever so many Others
would be equally interested and equally
helpful. In imagination saw the philan-
thropists OF the the community, one after an
other, going down to the old house by the
river side carrying did and sympathy.
The next morning was Christmas. It was
cold and clear with sharp wind blowing
traditional Christmas weather, called CHEEKY
In stories, think, but very uncomfortable
for those who are thinly clad After break.
fast started down to see my poor friends by
the river. WANTED to help them, but all !
could do would be but cipher in COMPARE
son with what had already been DONE But
l thrilled with the pleasure would expo
rience in seeing their improved condition,
knowing had had hand in it.
How forlorn and desolate the house was,
even as seen from afar off! And OIL the
dreariness of Christmas to those within!
a man approached the house just ahead Of
me- A second glance told me that it was the
tract distributor. felt spasm of wrath at
sight of him How dare ho mock those
wretched people with his printed twaddle
about tho preciousness Of their souls when
their bodies needed food, and fire and cloth
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