The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1903-08-21


There = the making Of a man IN lit
10 james Albright, Of Point Comfort.
James s but nine years old, but he is
possessed Of the spunlS and energy Of
lie right kind. It i the liad that Will
win out every time. Little Jimmie, as
be Is more familiarly known among his
young associates, Is member of tho
Kilograms force of carrier boys, and
takes the papers every evening to the
subscribers IN Point Comfort. Two days
ago. DE, like all boys viii, YVES playing
steam cngines with some tin tomato
cans. Two or three cans were filled
partly with water, and he had generated
steam in them by placing them over a
IRE Ablow hole, or escape valve, In the
cans furnished the foundation for the
amusement in which all boys delight.
But while Jimmie was playing with his
y steam engine apparatus, one Of the tin
cans blew up, and he was severely In
jured about the legs. That evening the
little fellow limpcd into the Telegram
Office at the regular time and received
his bundle of papers for the Point Conn
fort subscribers. The next day the
wounds and hurts caused by tho ex-
plosion Of the miniature steam boiler
grew worse, and the flesh on the little
fellows legs and thighs began to swell
and grow quite painful. When he tried
70 dress the next morning, the flesh had
swollen to such an extent that he could
not pull his trousers ON. When the time
came on for the little fellow 20 report
at his post Of duty ut the Telegram of
sdce, he became uneasy lest he would be
unable to go after his papers Mt the
regular time. He lnew that no other boy
knew his route well enough to take the
papers that evening. With an indomita-
BILE determination, born Of an energetic
and ambitious devotion 20 duty, he pro-
cured one OF his sisters dresses ana
donned 1t. Limping painfully into the
Office, the little boy, clad in girls red
press room just as the wheels of the
big cylinder press began to grind out the
dress. and his own little cap fitted tight
" upon his head, made his report at the
oyensng's edition of the paper.
The appearance of the boy in girls
dress caused ripple of laughter to
pass around the press room. Little Jim
mic didn't mind that, and, gritting his
teeth and pulling his cap more tightly
down on his head, awaited, with stoical
complacency, his turn to got his bundle
of papers as they were being taken from
the hopper in the folding machine, vet
damp with the ink, and distributed to
the various boys.
There are nine regular boys who re-
port for duty at the press room to get
their bundle of papers every evening.
With them come always seven or eight
more, and when these boys caught sight
Of their little friend, clad in his strange
garb; 80 cute did he look, that they could
not suppress their laughter. The boys
had played with Jimmie every evening
while awaiting their turn for the papers
for days, week and months. They all
liked him, so when he came with mis-
red dress, they all laughed at his quaint
and picturesque habiliaments in spirit
Of friendly. companionahip. Yet the
laughter did not sound the same to jim
mic. It fell upon his ears with harsh
unkfnd and sarcastical sound. He limp
ed back to one of the folding tables,
gTitted his teeth harder and pulled his
capSdown toward his eyes farther. He
bravely tried his best, but some other
boy snickered, and the little fellow, near
" heartbroken because he, thought the
boys we're making fun of him, burst into
IN uncomfortable flood of tears.
There wasn't q dry eye in the Office
then. Even the careless, unthinIsing
youngsters stopped their talking. The
sight of the little fellow awakened the
higher sympathetic emotions in every
man in that Office. They went to the
little boy and consolcd with him. They
wanted to send another boy on the route.
but Jimmie said he would take those
papers. he did.
tions to every boy n this city. That
boy will succeed. He has the right
spirit. The spirit Of devotion to duty.
He wants to win his way, and he will
do It How many boys would have done
the same thing Jimmie Albright did,
They would have remained at horne. bun-
died up in a rocking chair. or in bed.
and would have let their job gone to
= iiddlesticks every time That boy will
be an editor OF great paper some day.
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