Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1899-01-05

On through the side streets flew the
horses until they reached point where
the streets were narrow and the dwell
ipps in bad repair and dingy with age.
Tho sleigh stopped in front of small
one story frame building. An old fash
joned square window, extending two
feet from the house, was dimly lighted
bya lamp. There was glass on three
SIDES panes small and dirty at the cor.
pers, while the centers were bright and
clean. Strings were stretched across,
and from these dangled cakes, little
| lunches of candles, punches of raisins,
with here and there toy-a supple
Jack, tiny doll, paper elephant,
tin horse and carriage, with other COM
mon toys, such as the shopkeeper thought
would suit the purchasing ability of his
customers. Extending from the front
Of the window sill were pies, piles of
cake and parcels Of candy. Crowding
around this window, with noses press
ed against the panes, were ragged chill
dren. Some were hatless and others
coatless, while all the girls were shawl
less, and most of them were without
bonnets There they stood shivering in
the cold, gaping into the window with
mouths and eyes. Occasionally q chilu
no better clad than those who thronged
the sidewalk came running into the
street. entered the shop and spent a
penny or two. The purchaser was the
envy Of the ragged crew. When the
shop was without customers, little
old man with wien face would reach
over the pies and cakes and give the
string hanging between the legs of the
supple Jack a pull. Jack would kick
his own head and tangle bis long legs
with his long arms. The ragged crew
clapped their hands and shouted with
laughter at the antics Of the toy.
do it some more. Make him kick
!. hisself again, they shouted.
Only cents for that delicious sup
pie Jack," remarked the little wien
faced shopkeeper. Cant none of ye git
scents fer to buy him?''
John Frostberg locked at the ragged
crowd and muttered, "These are the
children Of the poor" Then turning to
els host he said, Don't you think it
getting very warm?" at the same
time pushing the robes from his person.
Before the LIST could reply they heard
child crying.
What is that?" asked John Frost
oerg, stretching his neck in an endeavor
to see.
Nothing, " answered the host, "only
tnat little things feet cannot stand the
biting OF the snow and ice, /" pointing to
= little 4-year-old child VINO was bare
footed.
Bless me, bless me! Shoeless"
sad John Frostberg. "She must be pro-
Viaed with shoes. Where can we get a
pair Tor her! Poor little thingl Feet
freezing!"
Just then policeman came up. He
spoSe to the child in rough tone, when
al Older one said, crying as she spoke:
she's my little sister. was holdin
Ican't."
why did you bring her here?" ask.
cd the policeman roughly.
oh, She wanted to come so bad and
see al the things, and carried her and
noioed her till my arms give out. Didn't
You, Sadio:''
Ihe big, burly policeman picked her
uh and' gathering the side of his great.
~ ypa,' wrapped her little bare feet in it.
ne = heid her to the window while the
n''ie wien faced shopkeeper gave the
supple Jack pull. When the toy had
uOse us gymnastics, the policeman tap
p0a tne older girl on the head, saying:
SHOW the way home. This one will
'feeze If it stays here
Inc girl scratched her head where the
''uo had touched. then started down
ne street, with her face turned back to
ne shop window.
Inc host whistled and the horses
.af'ed !. He gave a little jerk, when
uey left the earth and commenced
''ancing through the air. Noticing the
'et,ai hight, John Frostberg grasped his
'ost tightly as he exclaimed:s
What does this mean? We are fy-
ag through the air and not ON the
'treets."
Just an elevated road, John Frost
efs' that is all. Just as safe as If you
sete on terra firma. Don't hold me so
isne We would never be able to get
through the labyrinth of these tene-
lent houses, SO we will just step in
nrough tho windows. We will not dis
ufo them, though they wake easily. 1t
aiincuit to sleep when you are hun
siy and cold, and most Of these tene-
Nen. m people are hungry and cold"
hae horses stopped at a fifth story
sinaow. The host touched the sash.
Au I'll u new up as il By magic.
step in lightly; she is asleep. and
'..M y are her babes. Follow me and you
', ~, NOT stumble over anything"
inongh dark when they entered. tho
'h was instantly flooded with light,