Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1892-06-09

as a consequence, all the other and
finer qualities, having no exercise,
took revenge for their neglect by be-
coming arrested developments.
Il like 10 SEQ money multiply It
self" he continued. You say, you
fellows who haven't any money and
don't know the joys OF accumulation
You say it's sordid. BAIL There
ism I one OF you who wouldn't do as !
do II you had the chance and tho"
Brains, suggested.
Yes, brains. Look at the harner !;
doesn't he take pleasure In seeing
things STOW? Is that mean and sor-
did |? BE plants one kernel OF corn.
and who can measure his delight
when he takes four full ears from the
stalk produced by that single kernel ?
Well. plant dollar, and when the
of dollara That's my gift; 1 like TO
do 1t over and over again. AS for be-
nevolence, why, it's out OF my line.
I'm not benevolent, and don't want
to be. Hard-hearted Yes, II the term
suits you. Let the poor take care OF
themselves: it's none OF my business
to furnish the world with waffies."
Just here a little NUT thrust his
! head In at the door and shouted Ex-
treel" He couldn't have been more
than eight years old, and was bare
| footed and bareheaded. His hair and
eyes were coal black, and there was q
curiously earnest expression on his
| face. / don't take TO new5boys much !;
they are altogether too pushing and
| inso.ent, but this one interested me.
Perhaps IL was because had had a
solid breakfast and felt good-natured.
There is nothing like broiled steak
to make man philanthropic. II you
| add to the steak cup or steaming
hot coffee-with cream, mind you
and a toasted muffin, you become
temporarily religious.
The eight year old NUT crossed the
room and stood wistfully looking into
Cagg's face. He was evidently nerv-
Gus and excited for he stood on one
leg and then on the other, moving
restlessly every instant, but all the
time fixing his gaze on Cages.
Have an Extree, Mister?"
No; get out, ," was the only re-
spouse.
:" All about the big fire, Mister.
Didn't you hear me tell you TO
get out ?"
But the little fellow was persistent.
At last and in order to get rid of him,
Caggs pulled a handful OF loose
change out OF his pocket At the
sight the boy fairly glowed.
Guess you're mob, amt you p"
he said.
Caggs looked at him, bat said moth
ing.
Mister, do you have as much as that
all the time Amt you afraid to go
round alone ? II was as rich as you,
| I'd hire cop to go wild me.
| Then came q curious crisis. The
little fellows eyes filed with tears
and his hands trembled.
Say, Mister"
"Weil, haven't 1 paid you?
eyes, but my sisters dead to home.
She died las night, an I'm sellin'
these papers to pay funeral 'spenses.
Won't you give me some money, Mis-
ter, to bury Sis ?"
Cages was simply dumbfouDde6. AS
for myself, broke into a loud laugh.
It was a very melodramatic scene.
What O consummate actor the young
rogue was. Precocious was hardly
the word to cover the case. He was
an infant prodigy. Cages was getting
rolled. He dipped the corner OF his
napkin into the finger bowl and care
fully wiped his lips; but could see
that he was becoming very angry
I Bury your sister. you young scoun-
drel! I'd like to bury the whole lot OF
you"
Then he turned to me. "What did
/ tell you, Hugh The poor prey on
the rich. They won't work, and
my mother works, broke in the
NUT, in stout defense OF himself and
his family. Il amt no liar. neither. A
Teller can't help his sisters dyin', can
he? 'Tain't my fault cos she's dead. =
He was pallid with excitement and
grief. There was defiance in his eyes,
too; and he stood his ground against
odds.
Caggs was puzzled. "Who told you
that story ?" he asked, sternly.
Nobody didn't tell me that story
J answered the boy. 1T amt no story.
It's true's you live. III you don't be.
lleve il, come along. Guess when you
J see Sis dead, you'll know L amt sham
min"
Caggs actually had an impulse u
90. He hesitated, however.
"You darsn't," cried the youngster
"You' re a great big Teller, an can
kick me roun' de block; but you
darsn't go home wild me and see me
dead sister,"
Hugh, will you go with me ?"
Certainly replied. 1t was O
new experience for both Of US, a curl.
Gus chapter in the history OF city life
and / was not sorry to read it.
"By Jove!" said Cages, as we
reached the street. 81 feel like q
fool. Now, il Julia were here, shed
give that young scoundrel n hot
! breakfast, and believe every word he
said: but I'm made of different stuff
! don't like to be played by boy nc
bigger than a loaf Of bread. Well
follow him, and thenI'll have him sem
to a reformatory, or somewhere
, Somebody's got to put u stop TO this
sort of thing, and we may as we'll be-
gin right now. Come, you young
Vamester, go ahead, and we'll follow
But none OF your lodges, mind:
! He was so small that his head hard
? " came up to Caggs' knee; but h
I stretched out his hand, and said:
"Sey, Mister, il you think I'm goin
: to Jump, jgsA take hold OF my hand
1t was a queer sight-two big mel
!, and one small boy. The boy was. 81
4 delighted at his triumph that ne Tor
5 GOT to cry "Extree and the tw'
T man were so embarrassed that the,
I hardly spoke to each other.
"Pretty business, this said Caggs
j at length, in u Disguised tone. IL
. looked las crestfallen as drie,
Z pear" CT wouldn't have Julia NEE
; me now for q thousand dollars.
would look, you know, as though
had coma hack on all my DrinciDles