The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-12-23

70 the life, Ian TINS yer S the way ye,
oushter yell" And he let out shout
Of Paper here! Paper! All about the
great fire on the west side! Many lives
ruins!' which startled Maggie aud
rang down the street for block OF
more.
Maggie soon found this to be true, if
she was to equal the sales of the other
paper sellers. But still, as has been
said, her conscience rebelled against the
deceit. So she decided with one of the
possible only to innocent
souls upon inventing a cry about All
event which could not possibly happen
and, having read "Bleak House. she
chose the W ,rds Borrioboola Cha" as
her roar. !" She said nothing to her
mother of all this, although the strug-
gle in her mind was long and severe,
and she longed sorely for sympathy and
advice. She had grown SO accustomed
to using the ''yell" that she no longer
thought of it at all. She called out the
long word as she did that of .'Paper!'
and it had no more significance to her.
But on this particular day, this dreary
Christmas eve, as she stood mechanical-
ly repeating it, thinking meanwhile of
the added pleasure for her mother and
Sweetie which every penny meant, she
was startled by light touch on her
shoulder and turned her head to see q
kindly face looking down into hers
"Where do you say the accident hap
pened?" queried the tall, pleasant faced
man who owned the hand which still
lay on her ann. Ibid you say Borrio-
boola Cha? have heard great many
queer cries used by newsboys." he said
with whimsical smile at the pretty
face. which bent away from him, "but
yours is the most peculiar have ever
known. Did you borrow it from Dick
ens?''
Eyes, sir" she whispered, blushing
still deeper. and hurrying breathlessly
into her explanation. Yes. sir. You
see, the boys said I'd have to make up
a roar if I was going to sell papers, and
thought that was honest anyway"
Poor little kid p he thought later.
as he heard her cry ring out under
his window as he sat in his comfortable
room at the hotel. 'sPoor little kid l
wish could do something for her. She
reminds me of Jennie, somehow Poor
Jennie'' And in reveries Of his dear,
lost sight Of sister he forgot all about
Maggie, and thought no more of her
until he heard her again the next morn.
ing Christmas morning.
'sNot = cheerful day for fellow
who's got nothing but money to help
him enjoy himself, and no on to share
that with" he thought as he dressed
/ slowly, drearily, for the day promised
| to be long and barren. "Is only had
Jennie and her babies to help me out.
BY Jove!" and he quickened his move
ments with look of sudden interest,
"I'll hunt mp Little Borrioboola CHA
and give her jolly Christmas. She
looks as though it wouldn't do her any
harm, and l can play pretender, as
Jennie's baby used to say, play that she
is one of Jennie's children.
Hastily completing his toilet, he dis
posed of a hearty breakfast, his pulses
quickening as he thought Of the pleas
ure which lay before him, the pleasure
of giving happiness to another, the one
pleasure which neither the world, the
hesh nor the devil has the power Il
mar or spoil.
Meanwhile the object of his thought
had finished selling her papers the nigh
before and gone slowly homeward, re
sisting the temptation to stay out il
the brilliantly lighted streets becaus
Of her mothers we'll remembered re
quest to this effect, and after buying a
much candy and fruit for Sweetie a
was consistent with saving few pen
MES to buy flower to go to the hos
pital with her and the baby tomorrow
afternoon and laying enough away t
buy her stock the next day she had go
straight into bed.
When she awoke, it was broad day
light, the shining light of Christina
day. which has never seemed quite lik
that of ordinary days since that frs
wondrous dawn nearly 1900 years age
and she sprang up with the swee
Christmas joy in her heart and face, i
spite Of her aching toes and lonely cor
dition.
"Now for cup Of coffee and
doughnut, she thought as she hurried
ly fastened her garments. land then fc
my papers.
"WeIl. Little Borrioboola Cha, !" sal
the Same kindly voice which had gree
ed her the day before, merry Chrs
mas to you. =