Passaic City record., 1893-01-21

VII MI nMW beggar. carrying a
Ant,,ysE{glSW accordion, came u
aAVAa2l to ask aims.
AEZ<g sect away wit
your cried George, with a brutalit
that shocked me me.
ssWhv, old fellow" said, as the lit
tie girl ran off confused and frightened
ssYou were not always so hard on th'
poor. 1t seems to me that we ever
thought you soft-heartedl''
81 had not seen life in those days,
he answered, with sardonic smile. g
know now that existence is q struggle
for all classes. Besides, kindness i.
weakness, morbid condition, begin
ming of brain-softening. That is q
scientific fact, recognized fact, and for
my part, / believe that kindness leads
s,Leads to its own reward2'
ssNo; to lunatic asylum, or the poor
house"
s'0h, nonsense!"
"Would you like page from my own
experience? Ten years ago, while was
/ still in my teens, was studying law,
and lodged as you know on Rue Racine.
One winter evening, when it was snow
ing, was about to enter my home in
company with Andre Filsac-do you re-
member hima''
Perfectly. He used to carry tales
at school, and he died of iaundice,
didn't he, when one of his brothers fell
heir to a fortunean
ssThat's the man. Well, we were at
tie front door, when saw child lying
across the threshold, little italian like
the one who begged just now with an
accordion slung around her neck. She
had fallen asleep on the snow, and the
snow lay white above her, and was grow
ing deeper every minute. Of course she
was in danger of freezing to death.
With the greatest difficulty we awoke
her, and then she began to cry and said
she was afraid to go back to her master.
For as she had not the fifty sous be re.
auired her TO bring daily, she was sure
he would beat her. There was no use
in our giving her the money and send
ing her away, for her eyes were closing
with sleep, and we knew that she would
lie down again and never awake. We
looked about for policeman, but there
was not one within sight. Isaid some
thing about taking the child up to my
rooms"
sDon't do that, replied Andre. You
know nothing about this little vaga-
bond. You will only be the dupe ol
your own charity"
ssJust like Filsac, interrupted.
.sHe was not sympathetic; but he ha6
good sense. However. l took no heeC
of his observations, but led the girl up
stairs, warmed her by good fire, and
gave her some tea and biscuits. I lie
her sleep in my own bed, and I slep
myself on an old lounge in my littl,
ante-chamber."
ssYou did well, Georgel"
SWAT minute. Toe next morning
when rose, found the child up an,
dressed. She bid me good-by, thanking
me prsttily, and | sent her away with
gold piece in her hand. But, after he
departure, | found my room in horribl
disorder. She had rummaged through
everything. Worse than that, she hat
stolen one of my handkerchiefs.
ga handkerchief"
sYes-a hideous, ridiculous, red en-
broidered object, sent me by my aunt
Mime. de Hernandez. 1t was preser
kept piously, but never used.
"a small loss, then. No2 What (
ita"
sWhat of ita The theft had dreadf'
results for me. My aunt came to Pari
She asked why never used the han.
kerchief she had embroidered for me.
grew embarrassed, hesitated, tried
explain and contradicted myself. 81
insisted that I had given it away. 81
grew angry and refused to be pacife'
She died and disinherited mel'
ssPoor GEORGE"
ssIt makes you laugh? don't thin
it funny myself. And since then ever,
thing has gone against me. / lam la,
YER without a client. placed my
with banker who absconded, and,
crown my misfortunes, have fallen
love!v
s.rhen, why don't you get married
ssImposslblel She is a princessp
ssOh! them
s.Lookl yonder she gocs!' exclaim'
my friend. .'Do you see that land
near the old gentleman with viii
whiskers and Il hooked nose2 She
here at this hour every day %
have met--and judge of my folly
seems to me tnat there is somethi