The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-06-18
He Dreamed on Reautv,s Arm.

He was a small and freckled lad, and she was
lady fair. The met by chance. the favorite
way. in al uptown Broadway car.
The day was hot and muggy, says the New
York Advertiser. and he was tired and enor-
mously sleepy for his size. She was very
pretty young woman; and as she came into the
car as it crawled by the postofice clad in cool
blue gown. crowned with big pink rose at the
apex OF her hat and set of by a frosty chate-
lame full of useless things, every man in that
car felt as agreeable a sensation in his parched
throat as If he had spied trapped watermelon
set before him in slices of pink abandon.
The best afforded by the car in the way of
seats was proffered to the lady. she smiled
swift. tbree-eighths smile. and gracefully seated
herself; crossed her neat patent ieathered feet,
with both soles properly down, took a dime
from her silver charity box and held it be-
tween her teeth until the conductor came and
exchanged it with an air of courtly grace for
coin OF baSer metal.
From Canal street to Grand the observed of
all observers fixed q non-committal gaze upon
that space which lay in direct line in front of
her pretty nose, and was none the less ad-
mire1, OF course, for that At Grand street
He got on. Being very young and very
shabby. and of the genuine red-headed errand
boy sort, he was a safe person for Beautys
kindness. With white-gloved hand the crisp
blue skirts were drawn aside. The graceful
form hitched hands breadth to the right,
and small slice OF space thereby made for the
little fellows repose
Directly the youngster had wedged his way
in so that his meager shoulder blades rested
upon the back Of the seat, his eyelidS began to
swell and waver. In two minutes he nodded
vigorously in three minutes he had raped his
merry little cocoanut smartly against the win
dow frame. The shock awoke him, aud he
looked up in q startled sort of a way at his fair
friend only to meet with smile of bland en-
couragement. He was such O clean-ragged, re-
spectacle little being so distinctly the son of his
mother, and she poor widow.
Again his eyelids wavered and again he slept,
only to be hunched off the arm of a light brown
dude wi hah ad bad
awakened, once more TO sleep. He had tried
the window, he had tried to sit upright and
sleep. he had tried the light brown dude, and
there was no peace in them. There was no
refuge left but the being in blue.
Yet once again the little lad slept, and like
most persons he slept along the line Of least re-
sistance. His thin arm rested against her
shapely one. 1t was not rebuffed. The little
frown between his sandy brows disappeared
then as If it had been pulled away by an angels
whisper. and in its place came look of vast
content that would have fitted loosely a man
three times his size.
1t was growing little warm for Beauty, but
she bore it bravely. looking down upon the lit
tie fellow with a look of womanly tolerance fit
for a Madonna Freckled Boy knew it, even
though he slept. and, being well pleased with
his inch, reached QUITO his ell Slowly slowly.
bit by bit, while every man jack in the car held
his breath and thought unutterable things he
approached his hearts desire. Beauty saw him
coming and blushed furiously. but Freckled
Boy saw not that sweet flag of distress. He was
tast asleep, his cheek snoozled up to that cool,
firm, pillow and his forehead believed with the
tiny beads of childish Sleep
With flaming cheeks and down-cast eyes
Beauty held her burden until Washington place
was reached. Then with uuutterable gentleness
and white gloved hand she raised the sleeping
boy from her arm, leaned him over against the
light brown dude, smiled sweetly and left the
car
Twelve there were she left behind her One
was the boy and was the dude five were
her slaves who thought OF her beauty and five
we're they who thought what a lot they had had
for the price of admission