New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-03-21

with himself spread out morning newspaper and
commenced TO read. A woman near him glanced
sight Of his cheek Instantly She gave a little
scream went to the other side Of the car. and took
IBID you sec the mousse Whispered her friend
who was also standing <.,.,.., >, so,,h 8"
And the young man with the birthmark on his
cheek read calmly en-.
She was only a ragged tot OF about seven years.
but wisdom and precocity shone in her little blink
ing eyes
Paper evnin' paper. num-" she half sobbed as
several women stopped TO look at her. I'm hungry
mum honest. didn't have bite t'eat since !asht
59Yo1 poor little Walt" said the woman in black
tenderly here i; Quarter, Ten and ~. little Inns
trembled pathetcally. "Mammy'll be so glad"
Where does your mother live" asked the eau
''" In no 49, Ienry-s;.. mum; she has room',,sm
a. nr4 mSia aH the So S50 Soor es s' name
black 0P Pnf the addas in her noe6ook wh the
woman in furs slipped three dimes into the wall
II viii call on your mother tomorrow" she
whispered and hey slipped away into the dark
The waif stood on one foot and rubbed her nose
into a state Of redness before she decided to yell
The, woman in furs and the woman in b' 2si:
when .hcy - faiSi to ind Mrs Murray her rheu.
matisr1 or m1lary among the Yiddish women OF
Iienry-st.
"I am not % any use in this world: my lie is
lazy useless one. ana wish could do something
10 make the VOID better, walled an enthusiastic
looking little woman TO tired friend, who was
brushing the dust from her Clothes after day or
service in the hospitals.
.Why. there is so much you do" said her
friend you arc so full OF life and vgor. and
health. You can sing and laugh. ind cheer so many
up and you give little away
II Will begin to-morrow was ne ne, enthusiastic
have he. Self-CentTe1
The dear little woman went to bed with her
thoughts fun of prayers and songs and lint and
sympathy-she did not wake up n1 10 orloCh
her plans for "A week or two
III had not been well born I might live on
stew and be happy saleswoman or a clerk"
complained one o, the girls who work behind the
counter Of a New-York drygoods emporium Blu;
when remember my ancestry and what our family
might have been II IT had been for dissipaed
father 1T is enough make me want to throw
my shears at the upstairs who order me around
What's the mater with stew" qacsOnne efI.s an
other saleswoman In. surprise. y ALWAYS believed
the pleasure 81 it."
An. You do not understand" replied the naughty
maid. 49,
Don't l. though think rs you who Tho, dO Ioi
wouldn't blame YOU for kicking. But, say-well
it makes me tired when girls have TO go TO a
graveyard to find something decent In themselves
yes m. these pocketbooks are reduced from ~ 90
One was a slight beautiful woman OF middle /
age fautlessly dressed and speaking IN voice /
whose every intonaton betrayed culture. The other
was brusque. tolly-ooking young creature III
chic business suit; and the two werc arguing warm |
ly.
yes. attend the life class, and I believe 1t Is
all right I must II want TO become an artist, /
said the younger woman .
"But you, Christian demonstrated the oiuer
woman, severely. ..., ---...h
Yes and you cried The artist who reproach
ing room that you could not have If the human /
form was not studied by artists and sculptors
The conversation ended abruptly.