The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-06-04
INTERVENING A CHERUB.
Alas, He Is Going To Get His Hair Cut
and Become Boy.

George Donaldson, the fourteen year-old
| boy who was arrested in front of the Hotel
| Marlborough on Friday evening for send
ing his seven-year-old brother, Walter, in
side to sell papers, was arraigned before
Justice Diver at Jefferson Market court
Saturday morning, and held for trial on q
charge of making his little brother beg
The latter was handed over to the Gerry
society. The boys live with their parents
Walter has the face of a cherub, with
long hair falling on his shoulders and limo
cent blue eyes, but his soul is as the soul Of
"a dead game sport" as he would say
His childlike appearance is enhanced by
the fact that he wears kilt.
Good afternoon, Walter" said the re
porter, as the boy came into room at the
society's headquarters with Superintendent
Jenkins. What would you do with a
nickel if gave it to you?"
Match yer doubles or quits" promptly
replied the cherub.
Here, here" said Superintendent Jen-
kins, you're too young to be matching
pennies"
''Say, yer give me spazzums," replied
Walter in d tone of lively disgust. Yer
say Pm too young, cause dey make me
wear me hair long an keep me in desc
dresses. Guess you'd look young yerself i
dey wudn't iet yer wear pants" he added
giving vicious pull at the offending kilt.
Pm dead onter de racket. Dey tink | kin
sell de papes better # look like a bloomin
kid, OATS what dey do it fer. Me an my
brudder, we goes roun ter saloons an hotels
an eatin places. He's dead slow in de biz.
do de sellin an he stays outside. Say, got
any crap dice?' he broke off with the air
of one who changes a dull subject for one
of intense interest.
The reporter had left his crap dice at
home, SO he parted the question by asking
Walter what he did with the money from
the papers.
Take it home ter me mudder, an she
pays de rent. Every night when 1 git me
papers sold l go home an give up de cash.
Wisht l wuZ home now. Dis amt bad
place ter stay, though. Dat Teller" nod
ding at Agent Schultes who stood near,
she give me some pennies. Say, yawter
come up stairs n see de big horse dey got.
But it's nothin but wooden one useter
go over to Gutenberg N see de reel horses
run. 'D'yever go dere? Oh, it's great
Dere's big crowd of men all hollerin
b6u lOU VI UOTSeS COllleS OliU, Ii SOule lei
Ter rings bell, N dey all run. When dey
come aroun again where dey started, every
body is yellin n whoopin. Purity soon
some Teller yells, 'Clermont VIM Den all
de fellers dey say, oh, LIP Oh, it's dead
bully, Gut'nburg isP'
"What are you going to do when you get
out of here?" asked the reporter.
"Goin ter git me hair cut. Igot-one,
two, three, five, ten cents now. Say, I'll
toss yer up heads r tails fer dime. Den
I'll win N git enough ter pay de barber
All the fellers calls me girl cause me hairs
long. licked two fellers for dat las week.
Il don't care much, though" he con
tinued sturdily, 'Me brudder read me "a
book named Scrap Iron Mike, the Steel
listed Slugger from Corpse Mountain an
Mike had long hair, fer it says: He gave a
fierce yell as, plungin his crewill spurs
deep into the bleedin sides of his steamin
stallion, and wild his wild hair streamin
behind him in the wind, he dashed across
the plain in perswoot of his craven foe
remember it de way me brudder read it ter
me. Are yer goin ter flip up fer dat dime
r amt yer? Aw, what have | struck, a
Sunday school? Say, take me away from
dis, will yer?" he said, turning to the
superintendent, and with a look of deep
disgust on his features Walter was led from
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