The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-08-28

gave way and crumbled to ruins. While
up reared a new II fierce pyramid of
fire. Quickly and courageously all
hands went to the rescue Of the res
cuer. and in a few minutes, which to
the plying onlookers seemed long
hours, they dragged her forth, cruelty
burned, but not ~disfigured; crushed
and dying, but not dead. Lifting her
tenderly, they carried her out of the
reach of the smoke, and lay her down
one ge~ntle-hearted fireman supporting
her little golden head against his arm,
While the mother whose children she
had saved fell o nehr knees beside her,
weeping and blessing her. and kissing
her poor. charred hands. She was quite
conscious. and very peaceful.
Don't ye mind" she said. placidly:
fathers gone, and 'twould ha' bin no
use for me to stay. Why, Johnnie, are
you. there?" And her wandering eyes
rested smiling on a small, doubled-up
object close by that looked more like
a bundle of rags than a boy.
"'Iss." sobbed Johnnie. Oh, Angel,
I've bin waitin' for We all the AFTER
neon. I wouldn't stop in class arter
they wouldn't ave we no more. an I
wanted to see we an tell we as how it
wouldn't make no change in me, an
ncw-now-"
Tears prevented the faithful Johnnie's
further utterance; and Angel. with an
] effort, made a sign that she wished
him to come nearer. He came, and she
put up her lips to his. SEQ ssa. sros
kiss me, Johnnie" she whispered.
He obeyed. the great drops rolling fast
down his grimy cheeks, while the
crowd. reverently conscious of the SOL
emn approach of death, circled round
these two young things and watched
their parting with more passionate
though outspoken sympathy h could
ever have been expressed by the noblest
poet in the noblest poem. s
IT was wicked" said Angel, softly,
then. you must tell them all. johnnie
at class-that IsHwas wicked and
that | am-sorry that I said I
hated God; / didn't understand. It's all
for the best-father's gone, and Tn
g%oin'-an' I'm so glad, ~Johnnie-so
happyl Bury me with father, please
an tell OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES I
love God-now,"
There was a silence. The fireman
supporting the girls head suddenly
raised his land with suggestive gravity.
and those who wore hats in the crowd
| reverently lifted them. The sniothered
sobbing of tender-hearted women
alone broke the stiffness; the stars
seemed to tremble in the sky as the
Greater Angel descended and bore away
the lesser one on wings of light to
heaven. AAA. Hay
And the East End turned out from
every grimy hole and squalid corner all
its halt and blind, and manned and mis-
cradle, and bad and good, to attend at
Angels funeral. The East End has a
rough heart of it's own, and that heart
a been touched by an Angels cour-
age, and o ached for an Angels loss.
She and her father were buried together
in the same grave on Christmas Eve:
and the Reverend Josiah Snawley, re-
alizing, perhaps, for the first time the
meaning of the words, Let your light
so shine before men, that they may see
; your good works, and glorify your
Father which is in ~heaven,'' read the
burial service with more emotion than
vas usual with him. Poor Johnnie
Coleman, wearing a bit of crape-in his
hat, and carrying three penny punches
of yiolets to throw upon his little
s~weetheart's coffin, was the most sim
cerely doleful of all chief mourners:
desperately rubbing and doubling his
dirty fists into his eyes, he sobbed i'm
cessantly. and refused to be comforted.
. "Worn't she my gal?" he blubbered,
, Indignantly, TO a would-be CONSIDER.
An amt / to be sorry at losin' 'er? I
+ tell ye there amt no one left alive as
good as she wos!'
Even Miss Powser forgot for tho
nonce that she was a lonely spinster.
whom nobody, not even Mr., SnawloY,
!, seemed disposed to marry. and, only re-
, membering simple womanlifless, she'd
tears unaffectedly, and spent quite Il
!. little fortune in flowers to strew over
the mortal remains of the mere insp-
!. lent h~eathen"-the rebellious child who
: had said she 'hated God" For in this
one thing was the sum and sub
I stance of Angels w~ickedness; she hated
what seemed to her poor, unenlightened
! mind the wanton cruelty of the %inexorR-
r BILE Fate that forced her father to starve
{ and die! Forgive heri--pity her, good
' Christians ALL You who, comfortably
, fed and clothed, go to churchto Christ
| mas Day and try to shut out every sug-
/ gestion Of misery from your thoughts,
/ forgive her as God forgives-God who
} knows how often His goodness is mis-
2 taken and misrepresented by the human
professed opponents of Divine Law, and
how He is far more frequently por-
, trayed to His most suffering, ignorant,
&, and helpless little ones as a God OF
r Vengeance rather than what He is-a
= God of Love!
+ 1.-THE END.1