The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-12-12
The Breaking Of the Dawn.


The Breaking of the Dawn.
The streets were thronged with people hurry
ing to and fro, for 1t was evening, and the weary
tolers of the city all Fastening homewards
AT every corner were groups of newsboys busily
engaged in disposng of their papers. and in their
eagerness to Oblige their own particular customers
were even venturesome enough to board the pass
ing trans lady. stepping hastily from a car
dropped from her watch chain gold medallion,
and in an instant a little newsboy who was close
at hand rushed forward and picked it up Glanc-
ing at the beautiful iewel-studded ornament. his
face. Just for an instant. betrayed establishment
as his eyes rested the miniature encircled with
diamonds which the medallion contained.
Why. | thought at first it mother" he
said to himself and then he darted off in pursuit
of the lady, who hurrying away. quite unaware
Of her loss. He soon caught up to her and.
touching her gently on the arm, said "Please.
did you lose anything when you stepped out of the
train =
Not that l aware Of" Then, noticing for
the first time her broken chain: "Oh, yes-ny
diamond medallion.
Here it is said the boy. holding it out and
giving one more glance at the face he thought
was like mother"
The lady most profuse in her thanks and
opened her purse TO reward him. But it contained
only few small coins; and noticing how poorly
clad the boy was, she thought a little monetary
help would not be out of place.
Come with to my home; it is not far
away she said, thinking she looked into the
honest blue eyes that this curly headed lad seemed
rather out of place q street newsboy. True
like his companions, he barefooted, but his
clothes were clean and neatly mended. bearing
witness to a loving mothers care.
They soon stopped in front of large house
and Mrs. Howard, drawing forward a latch key.
opened the door and babe the boy follow her into
the hall
.'Wait here moment" she said And at the
sound of her voice girl came forward, saying:
"How late you are, auntie l was just beginning
to wonder what had become of you. But who have
you with you;"
The boy glanced timidy at the newcomer, and
at once recognized her the original of the
miniature he had picked up.
q dropped my medallion. Bertha your beauti-
full gift to me. This little boy picked it up and
restored it to me-"
DO you know, auntie" said the girl, in low
tones, The is exactly the model | require for my
painting: [ wonder if he would give me a few
sittings"
You might ask him while go upstairs for
some money | had nothing worth offering him in
my purse"
What is your Manner asked the girl, after
adding her thanks to those of her aunt.
philip Newman" was the reply
Then come with me for moment" and she
led the way along the hall TO large, well-lighted
room, lined with pictures. some finished. others in
various stages of completion. Then she explained
TO the boy who, with his newspapers still under
his arm. stood gazing in astonshment at the evil
dence of luxury around him, that she would like
to have sketch of him just he was for pic
tlIre she had in view.
If my mother will allow me. miss. | will come
in the morning, for | must look after my papers
in the afternoon"
THAT viii suit me splendidly," she said, land
hope you will not disappoint me-"
Mrs. Howard at this moment entered the studio
and, putting a sovereign into the boys hand again
thanked him for recovering her much-prized
Jewel.
Il am glad that I was at hand to pick it up"
said the boy "and you don't know what help this
money will be to mother"
The ladies' as they stood by the open window,
'njOying the pleasant breeze, drew from the lad
he story of his widowed mothers struggle against
poverty, of her delicate health, and consequently
he terrible difficulty of providing for the wants
IF himself and his younger sister. He was about
% withdraw when the sound of bell from not
ar distant church fell upon their ears, and the |
10Y, he turned away, made the holy sign of the
ross, and Bertha, as she watched him. felt her |
oul stirred as if some long-buried memory had |
uddenly awakened.
Il wonder" said the girl as she reioined her |
unt why 1t is that the sound of that bell trou-
lies me 500 It seems to awaken thoughts that
ong have slept as the poet says. Was [ ever here
before, auntiel"
"As a child, Bertha You know your uncle and