The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-04
Our Daily Sport Story

Ter, with deep disgust. "You should be taught to make good use of your time and help your mother make a liv- ing instead of wasting your life spoil ing animals-which are nuisance uTp der any circumstances. And why should poor people make their expenses heavier by keeping worthless animalsk
 Mir Lawler had very practical views about the improvidence of the poor; and was speaking more to himself than to the little girl on the step.
 The little girl dipped up another spoonful of milk and held it out to Sa- rah Jane. who accepted 1t hungrily.
 Sarah Jane's lot O fun" she said, 1u- dicially. "She can be dressed up In real clo's-an' she don't eat so much. We don't mind keepin' Sarah Jane. Mother says it 'ud be awful Lonesome without Ter, sometimes I reckon you aint got anything to spoil. up at your house."
 MT. Lawler shrank as from blow. and turned away, and hurried on. Blt- ter thoughts were in his heart as he went. and his eyes burned with anger. and the blankness of his life. Nothing to spoil at his house. No-nothtng had ever been spoiled there-nothing would ever be there to spoil We'll that was
 
 ing anything. He had done what was right by the boy-he had done his full duty--always what was right-he had nothing to regret, except the bitternes ss of having a boy that had grown up to be a disappointment to him. He felt 1t more just now than he had ever felt it before; and his resentment was keen in proportion toward the undesirable child who sat on the steps of his cot
 
 sat in his own pillared portico after that his back was turned toward the little cottage.
 It was a week later before he saw the child again: and then as he leaned back in his easy chair. looking at some thing very far away, beyond the req light of the sunset, a sharp little voice arose. almost from beneath his feet. I've brung my bucket over to get copper cents worth of milk for Sarah Jane," said the voice: and there before him was the solemn, elfish little face with the big eyes. We couldn't get none this mornin'-mother was out O money-but Sarah Jane I'll 1ist go wilt If she don't get her milk ever day, so l broke into my tin bank. She held out the bucket in one hand | and the copper cent in the other. with easy confidence-thin little hands that | yer and fluent speaker in the easy chail was very much irritated. T don't sell milk" he said waving | away bucket and coin. Stop one of the | milk wagons when you want to buy milk"
 Now you know very we'll they don't sell a copper cents worth O milk" she retorted, pitying his ignorance of af- | fairs. An you've got COW that moth | CT says must give gallons an gallons Do make 'aste-Sarah Jane is mighty | near tearin' the house down, she wants her milk so bad"
 Really this was too much!
 'T don't see why your mother doesn't have that cat killed" said MT. Lawler sharply. The little face grew more elf ish still as the big eyes regarded him | intently.
 Sarah Jane wouldn't thank nobody l to kill her." she said. "She likes to live. | If you'd ever had anything like Sarah | Jane about the house you wouldn't talk that way. I'll get you cat. if you | want, an you try 1t awhile. l reckon | this house Is lonesome-just you. an | not even a cat to talk to. l know where | can get you one-right aroun' at that house where the steps Is broke down. l Co back to the kitchen and ask the cook for some milk" he interrupted hastily and frownlngly. T don't want your money keep it."
 | The child walked slowly down the steps and past the corner. keeping a troubled eye upon him; but when she