Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1886-02-21

the stoop and saw that the d,m,nu,,ra
OBJECT was indeed alive and shivering.
"Nooze, Telegram, event papers,,
cried little Johnny Duffy.
road fare.
Eyes, slr.n
Arrived at the top Of the stairs, Mr..
Chiyington scanned the boy from henS ~
loot. II didn't take him long TO do Il.
feet high.
"Bless my soul, boyi" exclaimed the
kind-hearted gentleman, "where are your
shoeefr
81 Amt got none,v replied Johnny.
"And you're out in this frlghtiul storm
without.eithor shoes or stockings?n
"Oh, that amt nothin'n said Mr.
Duffy, with an air OF disdain.
"What is your name, aud where do YOU
llve?r
Johnny told him his name.
81 don't live nowhere" he continued.
"Leastways, now, sometimes | GOES To
the Good Samaritan. You kin Git a bully
bowl Of coffee there for 2 cents he ex-
planned, eying Mr.. Chivington as though
the resolution very tardy.
III give you couple of dollars to
buy pair OF shoes"-began MIR. Chlv-
ington.
But at this instant very prim person.
age In long frock coat and white neck
cloth, who had been waiting for the train,
came up and Joined in the conversation.
81 hone the boy is not deceiving you,
slrl" he said, with plous smirk,
"Tut, tut, there's no deception there, -
said Toby, pointing to the boys feet.
"My lad" began the unctuous person
age, "whowould punish you II you should
tell lie?p
"My fatherl" said Johnny, promptly.
The other raised his eyes to the ceiling
in wild depreciation of such awful ig.
norance.
"Yes, know" he said "but who
else!"
"Me mudder Now, me little brudder
amt big enough, now, fer to lick mein
"Did you ever hear Of --,n began the
inquisitor. He did not finish the sen.
tence, nor had the good-natured Chlving.
ton time to interject word
"lIarlem trains step lively, gents -
cried the station agent, banging open the
/ wind.
"Bless my soull That's my train!'i
excitedly exclaimed Mr.. Chivington as he
made for the door. az shall be back
again, my boy, and won't--n
The door banged; the conducted
shouted Now, then; step lively!" and
little Johnny Duffy was left alone in the
room. He watched the retreating colored
| of hn In 81 tx.rs,
dollar proposition, whistlod softly, ex,
"Guffl" and slid down stairs to resume
his old stand at the foot of the balusters
with his papers under his arm.
On that very night--one long TO be re
membered because of its bitter, blightinl
storm-George Harley, drunken, VIC
lent fellow, who was the terror OF tn,
neighborhood and especially of hi
patient, Woodworking, long. suffering
wife, went home TO his little shanty jus
outside Jamaica, Long Island, with rathe
more liquor concealed about his person
than usual.
Harley was one Of those fellows whit
work steadily for three days and thel
drink steadily for three weeks, 10 com
pensate themselves for their praisewor
ilio uOuntuOiu NOublSlSN
of himself, his wife and sweet-lookinI
little child (who stood in mortal terro
of him) named Title Walker, aged ten
the orphan daughter Of his own sister.
Upon this particular night Harley ha,
been from one liquor store to another
despite the raging storm, and when h
reached home and found there was moth
ing to eat in the house-for the brute ha,
not sent penny home in two weeks-h
grew furious. The meek statement o
his wife that she and little lilly had bee
: obliged TO fast all day for want Of eithe
food, money or credit, Infatuated hir
still more; and, of course-for thes
J gentry always proceed loglcally-he CAV
her sound beating.
"I'll do for you and that brat, tooin b
shouted, referring to little Title Walker
He came very near keeping his word
for once, so far as his wife was cor
cerned. The beating the scoundrel CAV
her was severer than usual, and when h
had satisfied himself that he had knocke
her into insensibility he stretched himse
before the stove and fell asleep.
II you, my dear sir, or madam, have
: little girl of about ten years, imagine thG
child-bright and handsome, NATURAL!
! with large wondering eyes, and her littl
hands and feet, and her peachy cheeks
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