New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-11-08
HER INTENTIONS WERE OF THE BEST.
SHE DESERVED BETTER RESULTS. BUT HER Eff
FORTS WERE MIsDIRECTED.

SHE DESERVED BETTER RESULTS, But HER Eff
FORTS WERE INSTRUCTED.
party Of pale faced but brighteyed children filed
car on the Erie Railroad one day last summer as the
sped away from the hot streets OF New-forh up
among the COOL fresh fields OF the centre OF the ela'e
Their clothes showed that they were poor ana their
eager, wondering looks, the trees and the streams
flashed by proved that they were unused to the cou
try They had been gathered up from the sums and
rookeries Of the swelterlng city, and were being sent
by The Tribune Fiesh-Air Fund to kind people In the
country, who had agreed to give them two-weeks
holiday
The delighted chatter of the little waits filled the
car and made itself heard above the clatter OF the
wheels All were wild with glee at the prospect OF
good times aud they kept the individual in charge OF
busy attending their incessant questions and
keeping their heads inside the windows. only one
little child, boy Of perhaps ten years, with sweet
and mounful face, sat by himself, perfectly SILENT
None OF his comrades spoke to him. and he Kept MS
glued to the window pane and his back turned 10
the merry rOnt.
At one Of the way-statlops a warm-hearted
woman got on the train, and hearing that
there was party of little "Frcsh-Airs" on board
she made her way into their and let
her good, mothery heart warm UP at the sight oil SO
much happiness where happiness had been before
Before long her eyes fell the one silent lad oil TIC
party and her woman's sympathy went out to him at
once. He was evidently one OF tnose uhiorluha'o
beings who even their childhood have not the faculty
Of making friends and who suffer untold pangs OF
loneliness because OF their repellent manner which Is
only timdity. Others had by their gifts of money
made all in the happy but this one here wa< her
opportunity to make this rejoice, too, by little
personal effort.
SO she sat down beside him and began to talk TO
him. What was his name7 Where was he gongf
What would he do in the fields Did he love the
woods? And SO on, but to all these the Ind made no
reply did not turn around. She peered into his
face and saw tears his check. Poor little man,
she exclaimed lean your head there and she put
her arm around him and gathered his curly head on
her bosom. The little fellow looked up at her in
SURPRISE but seeing only kindness in her face nestled
on her shoulder and let his heavy eyelids close.
Sleepy are you 2" she asked shall tell you
story?n No answer. an tell you one OF a boy who
dreamed he was O butterfly SO she told him long
story and lie not yet asleep when she finished
she asked him II he liked IL. The boy made no reply
but looked blankly at her. Then she told him funny
yarn that would make craven image gigSle. The
lad never relaxed muscle, but looked as sad and
gloomy rs before. $500 $3.50
" What is the matter with the little fellow 2" she
inquired OF child who by her I'm the aisle. " Is
he always sad7 Does he never chatter with his play
mates7'
NO please 'um," answered the child. "He's deaf
mute
Then the lady went into forward car.