Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1893-11-23

had sufficiently recovered from
! the unexpected surprise.
"Ridln','' was his ready and
]nonchalant response.
@Where are you going?"
Nowhere"
"What is your name?"
"Well, that's leading question
land your deponent declineth to
Eanswer.
How do you account for the
Elifey yon are leading?" 1 asked as
I looked at his dirty yet handsome
face.
81 don't account atall. [ never
run any account. I think it is
bad policy. So did the men from
whom l tried to gel credit,
Swell, what do you want?"
"a whole kitchen"
''You must be hungry?"
swell, I should smile. I have
been chewing the little end of
bitter reflection for the last two
days and I think change of diet
would improve my health"
aAin't you cold2" I inquired as
be drew himsslf up into an un-
comfortable position with the
evident intention of trying to
warm himself.
"Oh, no! Just come down and
try it. You talk just like I was
afool and you another
aWell , GU needn't get 80 fresh, u
Iremarked.
stI amt fresh. If you dc1't
believe me look at these clothes.
There is nothing fresh about them,
isEthere?" While he thus spoke he
pulled open three OR four patches
and laid baro his dirty skin.
Although he presented a pitiable
spectacle, I could not keep back a
merry peal Of laughter as I noticed
the .comical expression that played
about his youthful face. He spoke
the tsuth. He didn't Look fresh a
a bit. On the contrary, his condi-
ton was pathetic, AS L recalled
my tart remark, an omnipresent
conscience half smote me
withsa stinging rebuke. Perhaps
hehad a mother who was at that
hours shed ding tears Of bitter an
guish for her wandering boy;
longing for his return, and the
safety of her child.
"Why don't you return homer
| asked, as sigh escaped my lips
In momenta look of melancholy
gently stole over his countenance
'Home, stranger? Alas! I.have
none to return to-"
He paused as if unable to con.
tinue; his voice quivered, and with
his dingy coatsleeve brushed away
tears that had crept into his eyes
1.-TWO years ago I was happy,
living in little country home in
Missouri, with loving mother
and brother and sisters. I was
wild, as most boys are. One day,
in torrent OF rage, my father
ordered me from home. Oh,
stranger, you little know what a
scar a blow from a parent leaves on
the heart of a child. I left and
have never returned-perhaps
never will. Since that time, with
blasted hopes ana a blighted
future I have been drifting
around the world. You know the
rest without my telling you. 1t
has been one long and dreary
pathway from better to worse until
the last round on the ladder has
been reached and I can go on
further. They shun me like
Ileper, even when I asked for bread
to stay my hunger. Among my
associates I am esteemed in pro-
portion to my depravity and
perversity. No advice have [ re-
ceived save to encourage me to
| theft and murder. God has never
yet made the heart"
The cars jolted, and before l
could utter n word of warning,
the unfortunate being fell from
the trucks.
A faint cry.
A moan, prompted by the
agonies of death, was heard above
the noise of the flying train.
I frantically reached for the bell
cord. But too late! The giant
wheels had done their work.
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