The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-06-08


Several of the boys amused them.
selves by humming snatches of popular
street songs, others smoked cigarettes,
while not fey ;udulgcd in profane
language at their being Obliged to wait.
One big fellow in comfortable, dark
gray overcoat, noticing Harold's anx-
ious expression, undertook to ridicule
him by inquiring if ne had forgotten
his coat.
At this remark many of the BOYS
laughed loudly. Poor Harold, he could
scarcely keep the tears back, but it
would never do to let his brutal tor.
mentors know how lleenlv he felt their
taunts.
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 to join the spectators.
1t was just such scene as one sees
occasionally in the streets. A heavily
laden truck. A tired beast of burden
refusing to go 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 boy
with pale, resolute face stepped forth,
and going to the side of the truck, said,
loud enough to be heard by all:
stop beating your horse!'
The driver looked amazed. Srch a
little fellow to utter the command
'What did you say, youngstel7" he
asked on gaining his self-possession.
Ibid you tell me to stop lickin' this ere
hoss?" He added: "'Cause, if yo-: 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 go, tell you"
The boy did not finch, although the
whip was uplifted, while the horse who
already recognized in 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 baffied by threats, his
manner changed instantly, as he said:
81 don't want to get into any trouble,
youngster, see. I'll try and coax the
critter along"
He got down from his elevated posi-.
ton. A few kind words and the horse
moved on with low whinny, as if tc
say to his little rescuer:
THANK you for your kindness, my
boy"
The crowd dispersed, one seedy
looking individual remarking to his
| companions:
81 say, Billy, the kids made of the
right kind of stuff"
Another of the spectators, middle
aged man, with "a thoughtful, serious
face, richly dressed in fur-lined coat
held the same opinion. expressing him
self differently, however.
"a wonderful boy"' he inwardly com
mented. Brave and self-reliant;
like his face, too: an open, manly coun
tenance. just such lad as | woult
like to have about me. BY the way,
| glancing at his timepiece, that remind
me that have advertised for an office
boy and should be at my desk"
Five minutes later he was seated il
his Office interviewing the applicants
One after another he dismissed them
Several could not spell correctly; other
carried the odor of cigarettes abou
their person, while not few could fun
nish no recommendation as to charaC
ter.
Another applicant entered. The bank
er's face beamed with pleasure as h
recognized the little defender.
He found in him all that he desired
A good penman, neat in personal al
pearance and well recommended
fact, "a boy made of the right kind {
stuff !"
Harold Dean, for of course you hav
recognized him by this time, was d,
lighted to obtain the situation TIL
salary was more than he expected, fou
dollars week, which sum to poor Hal
old seemed almost fortune.
When he reached home his mothe
greeted him cheerfully:
I've made you little shortcake, " sl
said. II thought you might be tire,
and, perhaps -"
She stopped suddenly, catching tn
glad light in her boys eyes.
He went and knelt beside her as h
told the good news. He had gon
through much, the taunts of his III
feeling companions: the encounter wit
the brutal driver; the gratitude of tn
dumb beast and then, his good fortur
in securing the situation.
Yes, it was almost too much for sue
little fellow to bear. He was wee
ing softly in his mothers arms, and 81
comforted her boy just as she had don
the night his father died.-Kate Wa
lace Clements, in Sunshine.
Fill Your Place.
The following aphorisms strike us
being worthy of reproductions; dc Il
very best you can where you arc. Fl
! the place you are in more than ful