The Press., 1891-05-07

But heaven holds all for which you sigh. There little girl; don't cry!
 Ja,rses Whitconao Riley.
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 VIC. T. U. DEPARTMENT.
 MY LITTLE NEwsBOY.
 "Oh, please, sir do buy 8 paper!"
 I had just left the train and was hurry ing to my place of business when my at- tention was arrested by these words, ut tered in a tone not very often heard among the clamorous newsboys of our large cities. The little fellows rarely accosted me, for they have pretty clear idea that ladies are not profitable customers.
 I always watched them with interest as passed twice each day from the St. Paul union depot up to Jackson street. They fairly swarmed on the corner by the Mer- chants Hotel, and many g smile have l exchanged with some ragged urchin who would dodge from before me, yelling at the top of his voice, Here's yer Daily Globe! Gl-o-be! Have shine, sir Here you are! Shine lem up!"
 Some of the more enterprising among them united the shoe- -blacking business with their more literary occupation, and varied their cries accordingly.
 This particular morning was dreary time for them, but they yelled away in a shriller key than usual, as if determined to rise above outer discouragements. It was the unusual cadence in those words, "Oh, please, sir; do buy paper!" that attracted my attention.
 The speaker had followed 8 gentleman up two or three steps, in his eagerness to make sale, but with no result except to have the door bang noisily in his face. AS he turned away and came slowly down the steps, thought I had never seen such a forlorn looking baby before-for baby he certainly was in years, and ought to have been home with his mother, pro- vided he had one. How could she let such a child run alone among the dangers and deflements of the streets He could not have been more than six or seven. His clothes were mass of tatters, and | saP1ng hoIe. fge had no s~r. Faae rvssu, muffier that had been tied over head and ears had slipped back, exposing beauti. full, shining brown curls to the full mercy of the driving storm. Boots, several sizes too large, covered the. little feet which I knew were tingling with cold Under his torn jacket he carried his pa- pers, which were fast getting soiled, tho he did all in his power to protect them. His face was blue and pinched; but the merry brown eyes held @ light of undaunt. ed pluck, and twinkled roguishly at me as he raised his thin, baby voice, and cried out, sMornin' papers! Here's the morn in papers All bout the lection! 'Rah for Harrisoni'' This last ontburst, ac. companied by 8. frantic wave of 8 ragged old andkerehief, gained him acustomer ; so,. checking my Impulse to speak with him. went on to my office.
 All day long those brown eyes haunted me, and several times went to the, win. dow to see if he was still at work. There he was, running back and forth, dodgine among wheels and horses feet, tripping up in the clumsy boots, but rarely losing sight of probable customer. I saw him when he sold his last paper. Not stop ping to loiter with his companions and competitors in the trade, he sped up the street far quicker than thought his baby feet could carry him, and disappeared around the corner.
 For several mornings after this watch ed closely for my little newsboy, and as each day passed without my seeing him regretted not having spoken him to hin before. Business, was absorbing, the pol itics of the time exciting, and the curly headed child who had so filled my thoughts was being quickly forgotten. .-..,
 One evening as was hurrying to catcf the train for home, sob coming from s dark angle in building brought me to s sudden stop. Hooked sharply into thu shadow, and there stood a child whom recognized as the same one in whom had been before interested.
 What is the matter, little man?" asked.
 He worked his grimy fists into his eyes for moment, and then answered, woful ly, "They took all my pennies 7"
 'They did? We'll, that was naughty of them. Who, took them, dear, and how many had you p" ' - -
 ''I had twenty. It was them big Pr neer Press boys wot took them, and nov nanny can't have no supper!" *Eg
 ''If I give you twenty pennies more will it be all right ?" ...t- s.
 "'S'm-if they don't take lem agin!"
 "No, they shall not take them again See, there's big policeman over there \ We'll go and tell him all about it, and se' what he can do for us."
 Taking the cold, trembling, little hant in mine, we went over to the policeman stated the facts briefly, and the burl. protector of the peace lifted the boy il his arms, until baby eyes and eyes grow1 old in spying out evil of every kind look ed into each other.
 "Well, I declare, if it isn't Curly Char lie! You ought to be in your bed, m, man. Why didn't you come to me whel the big boys robbed you? I'll fix then for this. Don't cry, old chap. You're man of business, you know, and busines men never cry. You see, ma'am," h. said to me, still holding the child, ''hi mothers been sick awhile, starved almos 1 O00 In z,,>ox,oi.,s,us xsi.roxa Go