The Newtown bee., 1888-11-30
Let deeds affirm our gratitude By cheerful gifts from gladdened hearts; Who freely gives makes giving good And only keeps as he imparts.
 -[Walter Mitchell.
LONESOME LIZZIE.
". J. Lloyd in Evening World.

vening newspapers for a living. Hers vas familiar figure at the Bridge en- rance and along Park Row, where she 'ould be seen every night, plaintively calling, "Buy q paper, please! Evenin' | WorP! extra! paper, sir?''
 She was always alone and attending to | business. She made no friends, neither | lid she make enemies. The other street Arabs did not dislike her. They stood in awe of her, to tell the truth. When obliged to refer to her at all, they spoke of her as Lonesome Lizzie and left her severely alone.
 There was something strange about her. Something that they could not un- derstand and this mysterious something proved an effectual barrier to any over lures of friendship.
 When you met her your sympathy went out to her at once. She was such a mite of creature, so thin and fragile looking that you could not help pitying her. Her big black eyes looked up at yours so mournfully when she proffered you pa per that you purchased one whether you wanted it or not.
 Her tiny feet were always bare until the snow flew. Even after that, the cOv- ering they had hardly deserved the name. I do not believe this strange child ever knew what it was to have enough to eat or enough to wear. In Summer weather she did not feel the need of clothing, but in Winter time she must have suffered terribly.
 No one would have believed it, but this poor waif had mother and brother. On the top floor of a big tenement house over in Cherry street, they all lived in one big bare room. The mother, stout and strong, was confirmed drunkard. She begged for money that she spent foI whiskey and to the saloon the scanty earnings of her little girl went also. Her son had been cripple from birth-six years old, pale, weak, unable to move about the room unless by crawling on his hands and dragging his poor, useless lower limbs after him.
 The mother had not one tender feeling for her children, but they were all in all to each other. The boy listened in sore distress to his drunken mothers re breaches, when she not infrequently cursed him for his uselessness. His com forter then was his little sister, whom h, alone knew as darling little Lizzie.
 The girl never knew day to pass tha she was not whipped for not bringins home money enough for the unnatura mother to spend in rum. If it must bt confessed, Lizzie never did turn in al she made. Five or 10 cents always wen out of the half dollar that she general ly made per day and this she spent il cakes for her poor, crippled little broth CT. She would hide the cakes under washtub in the dirty hallway and thel go in and take her whipping with tn stoicism of an Indian at torture. Then then. after the last cent had gone in run and the unnatural mother had fallen Ol the floor in drunken stupor, Lizzi would tip-toe into the hallway and brin in the cakes. Huddled on the floor i he darkness, she and Joe would disp0s of the food, Joe receiving the lions shar and they would talk in whispers afte the feast. Out through dingy pane 0 glass in the window, they could see on brilliant star every clear night. 'sThat's God," Lizzie told Joe and Il was firmly convinced of it.
 . All that she knew of Supreme bein was that once kind lady told her thel was such a one up above and it scene to the girl that the brilliant, twinklin star was the one. She knew nothing { religion, or of anything else, in fact.
 She told Joe that he would grow up be big man and could take care of he Joe would sigh then and look down : his poor feet, but say nothing. He lovs
 his little sister we'll enough to die f
 her, but deep down in his little heart g felt that that was about he could ey
 do for her, even if he could do that.
 So the days went on, ono very mu,
 like another, until the close of one d
 brought the night when the big tencme ' house took fire. How the blaze start : no one knew and no one knows to u
 day. Joe was alone. The mother W
 out. The other tenants in the house z
 out with ease, but the poor little cripI e. could not have escaped, even if he h
 known of the flames, which he did I
 until some time after they had environ
 the place. True, he heard the clangi = gongs of the fire engines, but that W
 no unusual sound in that locality and
 only wondered vaguely where the
 was, while eight floors below the str
 was alive with excited people.
 ssEvery one is out," the firemcn W,
 assured and so they neglected to
 through the building. With their us'
 promptness, they got several streams - the burning pile and felt sure of conqu
 ing the flames eventually. Suddenly
 the outskirts of the crowd, in a gh " childish treble, was heard a piercl
 scream and like fury Lonesome Liz
 drove through the crowd.
 tsJoe! Joe! Joel'' she shrieked. ssl Y looming. It's me, Liz!'' as if the p
 little boy could hear her. Straight | !. the building she fed. Two or three
 efiectual attempts were made tostoph |
 Then gallant fire laddie started in D
 suit. He returned within . mona
 nearly suffocated. Others tried to
 up the stairs, but fAiled also. In sole
 silence the flremen then, palelfheed e quiet, only showed thelr eaotion oa working haztier.
 at The mother of I.ixxfo and Joe appec