St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1896-03-27
A Newsboy's Bank.

lie was very little and his clothes were
ragged and his bands were red with
color whenever he came spinning around
the corner and paused before the hand
some house across the way. One funny
thing about it was that he never came
on pleasant days, but grew accustomed
to see him take up his position and call
his papers while the snow swrled around
him and the wind tried its best to take
him oil his feet. At last became curious.
and determined to find out why he never
came when the sun was shining and
everything looked bright. had only to
beckon to him, and he hurried across the
street, with cheerful Here you are! A
Record, did you say?'
A moment later had him before the
CRATE, and his eyes resembled those of a
great mastiff as the warmth penetrated
his shivering body.
It's terribly cold" began.
Yes, rather; but I've seen it worse"
was the answer.
But don't you find it hard, selling
papers this weather." l continued.
"Ye es, sometimes; then l hustle over
there as fast as / can" nodding at the
house across the way.
why, do your papers sell more readily
in this neighborhood2"
mo" with disguised sniff at my evil
dent lack of business intuition; scarce
ever sell one here"
why do you come, them"
do you want to know the real
reason?"
Yes, indeed" replied, earnestly, ~
should very much like to hear it,"
"Well, one day, pretty near year ago,
| was most done for; couldn't sell any
papers, and was about froze, and if Id
known any place to go, would have
crawled off somewhere and give it all up.
While was thinkin' of all this, couple
offellows passed me, and one Of em says,
He's richer'n Cresus now, an to think
he was beggar only few years ago.
"A beggar?' says t'other fellow. Yes, or
what amounts to pretty much the same
thing-a newsboy-and I've heard him
say dozens of times that nothing but
pluck and the grace of God would ever
have brought him through An his
house is in the next street, you say !?
Yes, we go right past it,
II followed EN- till they came to the
house over there, and while stood look.
ing at it, something seemed to say to me
that, if that man could build a house like
that when he'd begun by being news
boy, could, too. Then wondered over
what the men had said. They'd gone
out of sight. and said over and over
Pluck and the grace Of Cod Then
made up my mind I'd got the pluck al
right, and I'd ask over and over Tor The
grace of God. didn't know just what
that was. but every time was alone, II
just say what l could remember of Oh,
Lords Prayer, and finish up with AN
give me the grace of Cod
"If you'll believe it, Ibegun to get alonl
right away. I'm saving money now tc
60 to school with, and whenever l gel
discouraged-it's always on stormy
days, you see-I just come in front o
that house and think it over and say
Pluck and the grace of God over to my
selfa few times. Then l 60 back, ant
you wouldn't believe how fast the paper.
sell after that"
He rose, shook himself together like {
big dog, and said, 81 must hustle alons
and get rid of my papers, but I'll b.
round whenever I'm down in the mouth
for that house is my bank. and l com
to draw on it when I'm hard up. / ex
pect it's deal more comfort to me thai
to the man that built it." And a mo
ment later the youthful philosopher wa
shouting: "Hyars your mornin' papiers
Tribune, Yerald, and Record yere"-
Rams Horn.