The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1911-12-15
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b. Nellie Bishop, 18th Grade
White Butts

hv the name of Albert Brownfeld. His
father had died two years before and
left him, then only IL years old. To
take care of an invalid mother and a
little sister. He managed, by the sale
Of the Courier and by odd jobs he
found to do, to get the bare necessitie.
Of life until his little sister, Ella. was
taken down with the measles, and that
required more money for the doctor and
medicine He came home about a week
before Christmas and found his mother
in tears.
Albert asked her why she was CRYING.
She said, elias sickness has cost us
80 much extra money that there is little
left and our coal most gone.'' Then
she told him how she had been in hopes
she would have been able to earn
something to have got them both some
little thing for Christmas.
"But we haven't any money, so L
guess it is useless to think of it, :
"Cheer up, mother, 1 am too big a
boy to want anything extra for Christ
mas, and the Courier, you know, always
has good Christmas reading, SO l will
be sure to sell some extra copies, and
with the other work / find to do we
will be able to get some coal and maybe
an orange or some little thing for
Ella"
His mother smiled at him through
her tears and told him she thought she
had the best gift of all, a noble son,
and she was sure God would reward him
some day for his goodness to his
mother and sister. His mothers health
had improved little, SO she earned a
little money by taking in sewing, but
still the burden fell on Albert. And
the next few days did not look very
bright for the little newsboy. Every
body seemed SO busy with their Christ
mas shopping that they did not pay
much attention to Albert. But still he
kept up brave heart.
AS he was walking down the street
two days before Christmas we'll
dressed man was walking in front of
him. All at once something dropped
from the mans pocket. Albert ran
forward and picked it up and found it
was pocketbook with quite a lot of
money in it. Albert turned around, but
the man had gone. He must have
taken the street car, he disappeared so
quickly. Albert looked at the money.
and something seemed to say, "Take a
few cents to buy something for Ella;
he will never miss it, But he quickly
put such thoughts from him and hur-
ried home with the pocketbook, as he
knew his mother would know what to
do. She told him the man would be
sure to advertise in the Courier and
they would watch and see who it be-
longed to.
The next day being the day before
Christmas Albert was hurrying down
the street with his papers when he
thought about the pocketbOok. So he
looked and read:
COSTA pocketbook, with $3.50 in
it,
He saw that it belonged to Mr.. San
ford, the banker. He fastened home
and showed the paper to his mother,
then took the pocketbook to the bank
and called for Mr.. Sanford.
A tall man stepped up to him and
said, "What is it, my boyf'
Albert handed him the pocketbook
and said, 81 found it; I think it is
yours.
Mr.. Sanford looked at it and counted
the money and said, "Yes, it is mine.
Where did you find it.
II saw it drop from your pocket al
most in front of Mr. Goodwin 3 store.
! ran and picked it up and looked for
you, but you had disappeared, SO l car
ried it home.
"What is your name, my lad1'
albert Brownfeld, SIR"
"Wasn 7 it quite temptation to nnd
50 much money and not keep any OF IT,
when the windows are SO full of Christ
mas thingsi"
"Albert said it was, but not SO mucn
for Christmas things, as they needeo
coal and other things.
After asking him where he lived MI
Sanford patted Albert on the head and
said he, "Indeed, you are an honest
boy
That night Albert came nome
with a heavy heart, as he had not
been able to earn as much as ne
thought he would. After eating their
plain supper they knelt down ana
thanked God that they had been able
SO far to live and asked God to heip
them in the future. Then, in cheer
f,,1 ~,,oaa we Will