The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-05-28

Dollars, But 1t Was Given I'm Mem
DRY of Poem and Eventually IL
Built "a Hospital.
By p. Y. Black.
Miss Jennie was in a smilingly tremor-
Gus state of excitement. II lay there, in
ali its beauty, a check-a real one, aud
drawn to her order-to Miss Jennie's or
der. She had scrutinized it very closely
dozen time in the last week. ana now,
at last. had made up her mind to part
with 1t.
Il want TO so right In to papa's bank
and do it all my own self" SO now she
was ready to go, but first she took up from
the book table in her own room something
even more precious than the check. It
was a magazine not perhaps a very high
class magazine. but still monthly perl
odical with magazine" printed on its
cover in very large letters, and it con-
tanned within its pages the origin of the
eheek-a poem, and the poem was signed
just Jenny" Pretty verses they were,
and very good for a girl of 10.
Jennies took the magazine long with
her that she might, on the cars, profita.
by employ her time by making mental
improvements, with a view to future poems
and fame.
In her fathers room at the bank. after
the check had been cashed. she sat on his
knee and almost cried with delight.
you ought to buy a little keepsake with
1t, my dear" said he.
well, IN think of it." said Jennie kiss
ing him good-by but. you know, this
Is only the first. Soon ~. earn my own
pocket money"
When she was on the cars again to go
nome, she thought seriously about the
Keepsake. She was. as we remarked. of
a tender heart and had designed to buy a
little present for the one best OF her school
trends who had shed tears-real actual
tears-at the pathos of the poem-a little
present Of appreciation.
Then you must get off right here" said
the conductor suddenly, interrupting Jen-
MES reveres. He said Il very GROSSLY.
and Jennie looked up. An old woman
was sitting opposite her with a baby on
her lap, and a big bundle and she was
just beginning frantically to open the bun
die to see If the fare she had lost had
not been, magician-wise, whisked out OF
her pocket into the parcel of clothes.
Il don't think your find 1t there,
ma'am," said Jennie, gently.
But il must be somewhere" cried the
shaking old woman Twas a quarter.
and was 20 take me to my son, this baby S
father"
"Oh! come off and get Off" cried the
conductor angrily. That's ON old story"
The old lady looked so terribly agitated
that Jennie came to the rescue.
II you will let me-" she said. 81 will
pay the fare" and she did and slipped
another quarter over to the woman.
In her earnest purpose to earn money
for herself, Jennie had only accepted car
fare from her mother In the morning The
old woman thanked her young benefac-
tress plentifully till Jennie got off the car.
The poetess-her best friend had tumultu-
ousy greeted her as the poetess-went her
way through familiar streets. 1t was a
nice neighborhood, but like almost an nice
neighborhoods, there was the shadow of
darkened life lowering near IL. 1t was
winter, and Jennie had gone to the bank
In the afternoon, so that il was already
getting dark when she approached her
home. Still, she had one thing she wish
ed very much to do, and yet was rather
afraid to do. She walked along hesita-
tingly, doubtful in fact if she were not
going to make a fool Of herself
The fact was, Jennie's poem had been
suggested to her by the sight of a delicate
looking newsboy in this part of the town
falling down from sheer WEAKNESS and
hunger and ill-health while in the very
act of Offering an evening newspaper 20
Miss Jennie herself f;ow Jennies SEN
sitive mind for she looked at things al
ways with deeply. solemn young eyes, mad
suddenly been overwhelmed with the ques-
ton: Who was entitled really and honestly
to this three dollars? she pondered over
the matter. She mad told the story and
got money, but the newsboy had uncon-
sciously told the story to her, and he had
got nothing. 1t didn't seem at all fair,
and Jenny's conscientious soul was even
agitated by the idea that the money she
gave the woman with the bundle had not
really been hers to give.
Keepsakes? Certainly not now.
Suddenly she sighted a familiar ragged
jacket, and a familiar, dreadfully dirty
cooking cap. II was the boy. 1t was nearly
dusk, but she stil could notice he looked
feeble and somehow smaller than before.
He was shrinking IN a corner and holding
out papers with remarkable timidity for q
street arab In fact he held himself 80
out of the crowd that Miss Jennie had
| courage to 80 up and speak 10 him alone.
Please boy" said she, biushing very
much, 81 want 10 thank you for some
thing you did for me-"
The boy squirmed and shriveIled in the
corner. Jennie felt relieved. She was half
afraid he would be very vulgar boy, and
greet her with a too cordial familiarity.
But