Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1892-06-23

tisement.
Several Of the boys amused them
+ selves by humming snatches Of popular
+ street songs, others smoked cigarettes,
while not a few INDUCED in profane
language "a their being obliged 10 wait.
One big fellow in comfortable. dark
/ gray overcoat, noticing Harold's anx-
/ ious expression, undertook 70 ridicule
him BY inquiring if he had forgotten
I his coat.
/ At this remark many Of the boys
4 laughed loudly Poor Harold he could
scarcely keep the tears back. but it
would never do TO let his brutal tor
I j. entors know how Izeenly he felt their
/ t,lunts.
He thrust his hands deep into his
pockets. making an effort TO whistle as
he walked TO the open doorway.
There was an excitement on the
street. loud talking mingled with pro-
family The other boys hearing the
noise rushed out 70 join the spectators.
1t was just such scene as one sees
occasionally in the streets. A heavily
laden truck tired beast Of burden
refusing To 90 further from sheer ex-
haustion and overwork. A great, brutal
fellow with arm uplifted, ready to bring
the lash down on the quivering flesh.
A number of trucks were waiting for
the refractory animal to move on. The
drivers, not in the best of humor, as
some Of them urged their companion
TO give it to him" as they termed it.
Once again the lash was uplifted, to
come down with brutal force, when
suddenly from out that throng a boy
with pale. resolute face stepped forth.
and going to the side of the truck, said,
loud enough to be heard 10y all:
stop beating your horse"
The driver looked amazed. Such a
little fellow 70 utter the command.
What did You say, youngster?' he
asked on gaining his self-possession
Did you tell me to stop liclsin' this ere
hoss?' He added Cause, if you did.
I'll break the whip across your facet"
His temper was rising. The great
veins swelled out on his temple as.
STOPPING down, he fairly yelled
let 60 ! tell You.
The boy did not finch, although the
whip was uplifted, while the horse who
already recognized i'm him friend
rubbed his nose gently against the
sleeve of his faded blue jacket The
big brutal driver inwardly admired the
boys pluck, beginning to realize that
he was not TO be bafiled by threats, his
manner changed instantly, as he said:
u don't want to get into any trouble,
y,
crittcr along"
He got down from his elevated posi-
ton. A few kind words and the horse
moved on with a low whinny as if To
say to his little rescuer:
Thank you for your kindness, my
boy"
The crowd dispersed. one seedy-
looking individual remarling to his
companion:
II say, Billy. the kids made of the
right kind of stuff
Another Of the spectators, a middle
aged man, with thoughtful, serious
face, richly dressed in fur-lined coat.
held the same opinion, expressing hiIa-
self differently, however.
"A wonderful boy he inwardly com
mented Brave and self-reliant; |
like his face, too; an open, manly eoun-
tcnance. Just such lad as would
like to have about me. BY the way"
glancing ut his timepiece, that reminds
me that have ADVERTISED for an office
boy and should be at my desk
Five minutes later he was seated in
his Office interviewing the applicants
One after another he dismissed them.
Several could not spell correctly: others
carried the odor of cigarettes about
their person, while not few could fur
nish no recommendation as TO charac-
ter.
Another applicant entered The bank
ers face bcamed with pleasure as he
recognized the little defender
He found in him all that he desired
A good penman, neat in personal APP
pearance and well recommended-in
fact, "a boy made of the right kind of
stuff 7"
Harold Dean! for Of course YOU have
recognized him by this time was de-
lighted to obtain the situation The
salary was more than he expected, four
dollars a week. which sum to poor Har-
old seemed almost fortune.
When he reached home his mother
greeted him cheerfully:
I've made you a little shortcalxe she
said Il thought you might be tired,
and, perhaps -"
She stopped suddenly, catching the
glad light in her boys eyes.
He went and tnelt beside her as he
told the good news. He had gone
through much the taunts of his I'M
feeling companions; the encounter with
the brutal driver; the gratitude of the
dumb beast and then, his good fortune
in securing the situation.
Yes, it was almost too much for such
a little fellow to bear. He was weep
ing softly in his mothers al rs, and she
comforted her boy just as She had done
the night his father died kate Wal
lace Clements, III Sunshine.
Fill Your Place.
The following aphorisms strike us as
being worthy of reproduction: DO the
very best You can where YOU are. Fill
Il,