Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1900-12-26

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gle IN her mind was long aud severe,
and she longed sorely for sympathy and
ADVICE. She had grown so accustomed
, TO using the ''yell' that she no lower
thought of it at all. She called out the
long word as she did that of "Paperr y
anu 1t 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
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 whin steal smile at the pretty
facs. which bent away from him, "but
yours ia the most peculiar have even
known. Did you borrow it from Dick
pns?'
eyes, SIR" she whispered, blushing
still deeper, and hurrying breathlessly
into her explanation. Eyes. sir. You
see, the boys said I'd have to make up
a roar il was going to sell papers, and
l thought that was honest anyway"
Poor little kidp' he thought later,
as he heard her cry ring out under
his window as he sat in his comfortable
nt tho hnfoI 1ttfIo IL 7
wish l 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.
"Not cheerful day for a fello--
him enjoy himself, and no ON to share
that WITH" he thought as he dress
slowly, drearily, for the day promised
to be long and barren. "Is / only had
Jennie and her babies to help me out.
Py Jove!" and he quickened his move
ments with look of sudden interest
"I'll hunt up Little Borrioboola Cha
and give her jolly Christmas. She
looks as though it wouldn't do her any
harm, and can play pretender, as
Jennie's BABY used to say, play that she
is one of Je'ries children"
Hastily co'rpleting his toilet, he dis
posed of r2arty breakfast, his pulses
quickening as he thought of the pleas
ure which L y before him, the pleasure
of giving 0piness to another, the one
pleasure which neither the world. the
flesh. nor the devil has the power to
mar or spoil.
Meanwhile the object of his thoughts
had finished selling her papers the night
before and gone slowly homewa1d, &c.
sistng the temptation to stay out in
the brilliantly lighted streets because
of her mothers we'll remembered re.
quest to this effect, and after buying as
much candy and fruit for Sweetie as
was consistent with saving few pen
MES to buy flower to go to the hos
pital with her and the baby tomorrow
afternoon art laying enough away to
buy her stock the next day she had got
straight into bed.
When she awoke, it was broad day
light, the shining light of Christmas
day, which has never seemed quite like
that of ordinary days since that first
wondrous dawn nearly l, 900 years ago,
and she sprang up with the sweet
Christmas joy in her heart and face, in
spite Of her aching toes and lonely con
dition.
"Now for cup of coffee and a
doughnut, she thought as she hurried
ly fastened her garments "and then for
my papers.
"Well, Little Borrioboola Cha, " said
the Same kindly voice which had greet.
ed her the day before. "merry Christ
mas to you.
"Sane to you, SIR" she answered
shyly, CHANGING up at him with the eyes
which reminded him 80 forcibly Of hi,
sister. Paper, sir:'
"Well, yes. l suppose so" he re
sponded, reaching in his pocket for a 81
bill. "How are you going to speno
your Christmas?''
"I'm going to the hospital to sec
mamma after l get through selling
said Maggie, who, with child's quicl:
intuition, had OWNED that this was
man TO be trusted. "And I'm going to
take Sweetie with me
"Who is Sweetie?" was the next
question. asked with a sympathetic in
tonation which somehow expressed ali
the kindly words he did not say about
her mother. And Maggie, whose heart
opened easily to any one who used the
key of "Sweetie" wherewith to unlock
it, grew talkative at once.
"Sweetie's my sister," she prattled,
forgetting her wares in the joy of tell
ing her love to some one. "My baby
sister. And she's been specially mine
ever since mamma got sick and had to
go to the hospital. Auntie and Uncle
Stewart have got her now she went
on, not noticing the start the gentleman
gave, "but I'm going to get her back to
live with us just as soon as mamma can
poOe homo ~