The Republican journal., 1898-10-06
FROM PILLAR TO POST.

iHg oul ClotHluS ana ydIu Wolh
tickets TO needy people Poverty stricken
mothers brought little children whose feet
showed through worn out shoes. Ragged
unemployed men came. The matron anC
girl who had charge of the clothing shelves
were kept busy supplying garments to APP
plicants whose cases had been investigated
"Old Mr.. Warmers coming," announc-
ed Harvey.
Harvey was the eleven year old son of one
of the newspaper editors. The small boy
had the keenest interest in the express
packages of second hand clothing sent tC
the relief bureau by sympathizing people
in city and country.
Old Mr. Warner came every week day,
but all he ever asked for was a ticket en-
titling him to work saving wood in the
woodward that had been established as an
adjunct to the relief bureau. Mr.. Warner
had been a street sweeper, but he had been
knocked down and injured by an express
team. He was now only recently out OF
the hospital, aid his side was still band
aged; but he always managed to saw the
amount of wood to which ticket entitled
him. woodward workers We're paid in
meal tickets.
The nation of the relief room, Mrs.
lewellyn, looked distressed. Mr. Warner
was much later than usual to-day, and
she, supposing he was not coming. had
given his wood yard ticket to another
man.
I'm real sorry, Mr. Warner" apollo
gized Mrs. Lewellyn.
The old man locked frightened
"Isnt there any ticket for me?' he
asked
Not to-day" she answered.
trembling seized the old man. Slowly
he turned and went out.
Hes driven from pillar to post, like
the rest of us, l guess, said one woman.
He isn't tit TO SAW a stick of wood,
murmured the troubled matron; :" but
he d DO it if he had wood yard ticket.
III oe sure TO have ticket for him to-
morrow
The matron turned to find tiannels for a
sick baby. Harvey ran out the door, and
sped after old Mr. Warner.
say painted Harvey, as he reached
his object of pursuit; don't you feel
bad Mrs. Lewellyn says she'll have a
ticket for you tomorrow"
Il was going to saw wood, faltered
Mr.. Warner, as one who could realize
nothing but the blow just received. lit
hurts my side to saw; but l was going to.
A great tear escaped down one cheek.
The small boy looked grave. Old Mr..
Warner Strengthened his bent shoulders as
il ashamed to be overcome.
You'll get a ticket to- morrow" re-
peated Harvey.
The boy went back to the relief rooms.
Some men there were sewing buttons on
the clothing given them. Some people
who sent second hand garments to be
given away were inconsiderate enough t.
previously cut Off all buttons. Harvey
had often been amused at the awkward
way in which the men sewed on buttons,
but now the small boy S face was sober.
Next day the wood yard ticket was
waiting for Mr.. Warner. Harvey went
with the old man to the woodward. Mr..
Warner sawed very slowly and painfully.
''Let me help saw offered Harvey
Old Mr., Warner shook his head He
rested breathessly between sticks.
"Doesn' it hurt your side?' questioned
Harvey.
Not so much as might be, - returned
MI. Warner, with brave bIeathlessness
''When think how many would be glad
Of a wood yard ticket feel quite favored
It's real important that | should get a
ticket every day, because 1 We got Gran pa
Jamison to see to.
who's he?' asked Harvey.
Hes dn old man tAat was discharged
from the hospital sane time | was, " ex
pained Nj. Warner. "Grau' pa Jamison
Older than | be. He hasn't any folks. SO
] IN taking care OF him. Mr. SCHUYLER
the owner of the express business,
driving the team that knocked me down.
He felt real sorry. So now he let's Gran pa
Jamison and me sleep in the hay in the
loft of the big baln where all the express
wagons stay at night | can saw wood
here for meal tickets, and then, instead of
eating at the restaurant, they let me take
the food home with me, and | divide with
Gran pa Iamison. That's the reason |
felt SO bad about not getting the wood
yard ticket yesterday. 1 wondered how
IL get anything for Gran pa Jamison to
eat"
"What did you do?'' asked Harvey.
81 didnt know what to do, - said Mr..
Warner ~ went down to the wharves
where all the boats come N with vege-
tables. There always more or less thrown
away. | found the chief whartinger. He'd
have given me some real good potatoes for
nothing, but | wouldn't let him. | paid
for the potatoes by helping load some
boxes on wagons. A tam ly lives in house
not far from our barn, and | told the
woman I'd give her half the potatoes if
she cook the other half for Gran pa
Jamison aud me: and she did But I'm
glad got wood yard ticket to- day, be-
cause Gran pa Jamison couldn't eat only
potatoes all the time 'Twouldn't do to
treat my boarder that way, you know
docs he pay you?' questioned Har-
vey.
why, nor responded Mr.. Warner.
HE hasn't any money, and he can't
work. That S just joke; calling him my
boarder.''
The wood saving continued, with breath
ing spells, Till, after long time, the sticks
were all cut. Mr.. Warner went into the
office, and came proudly out with two
meal tickets.
what are you going to do if this wood
yard ever shuts up?" queried Harvey.
Mr.. Warner looked grave. az We thought
of that" he said; ''but L We faith there Il
be some way. Sometimes can get dode-
ers to distribute; that pays little. And
1t makes such difference having a good
sure place in the hay for us to sleep,
There used to be haycocks on my father
farm when | was a boy. 1t makes me feel
like boy again when | climb into the hay
nights now. | count it a real mercy that
hay is SO homelike to me-
Leaving Harvey, old Mr.. Warner went
to the restaurant and got the food called
for Inv his twn tirEe+c Tu,f ,,,,,l, 50,