The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1896-02-19
4 Newsboy's Bank,

He was very little and his clothes
were ragged and his hands were red
with cold whenever he came spinning
around the corner and paused before
the handsome 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 Gull his papers while
the snow swirled around him and the
wind tried its best to take him off his
feet. At last | became curious, and
determined to find out why he ever
came when the sun was shining and
everything looked bright. I had only
to beckon to him, and he hurried across
the street, with a cheerful "Here you
are A Record, did you say p
A moment later [ had him before
the CRATE, and his eyes resembled those
of a great mastif as the warmth pene-
trated his shivering body.
cts terribly cold I began.
eyes, rather; but I've seer it
worse," was the answer.
"But don't you find it hard, selling
papers this weather ?" I continued.
"Ye.es. sometimes thea I hustle
over there as fast as I oan," nodding
at the house across the way.
"Why, do your papers sell more
readily in this neighborhood p
"Nol'' with a disgusted sniff at my
evident lack of business intuition !;
"~scarce ever sell one here
"Why do you come, then 2
do you want to know the real
reason ?"
"Yes, indeed" I replied, earnestly.
SWELL q day, pretty near a year
ago, I was mostd done for; couldn't sell
any papers, and was about froze, and
if I'd known any place to go, I would
have craWled off somewhere and gave
it all up. While I was thinkin' of all
this, a couple Of fellows passed me,
and one of EN- says, Hes richer'n
Cresus now, an to think he was a
beggar only a few years ago. A beg
gar7 says t'other fellow. 'Yes, or
what amounts to pretty much the same
thing-anewsboy-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 2
;Yes. we go right past it
II followed EN- till they came to
the house over there, and while |
stood looking at it, something seemed
to say to me that, if that man could
build a house like that when he'd be-
gun by being a newsboy, | could too.
Then I wondered over what the men
had said. They'd gone on out of
sight, and I said over and over, PLUCK
and the grace of God Then I made
up my mind I'd got the pluck all right,
aud I'd ask over and over for the grace
of God. [ didn't know just what that
was, but every time | was alone, I'd
Just say what I could remember Of the
Lords Prayer, and finish up with
sAn' give me the grace Of God
eff you'll believe it. I begun to get
along right away. I'm saving money
now to go to school with, and when
ever I get discouraged-.it's always on
stormy days, you SEE jest come in
front of that house and think it all
over and say, PLUCK and the grace of
God,' overto myselfa few times. Then
[ 20 back, and you wouldn't believe
how fast the papers sell after that"
He rose, shook himself together
like a big dog, and said, II must
hustle along and get rid Of my papers,
but I'll be round whenever I'm down
in the mouth, for that house is my
bank, and I come to draw on it when
I'm hard up. I expect it's a deal
more comfort to me than to the man
that built it." And a moment later
the youthful philosopher was shouting:
"Hyarg your mornin, papieas !! Yerald,
Tribune, and Record we're y Ram
Horn. n=E