Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-09-06

"No money" answered the woman
listIcssly, hopelessly,
mo money? That reminsh mo-
Whorc'sh that Bob? Oh. there y'are, y
little devil. You got my money!"
How'd l get any money!" demand
Cd The boy sullenly.
Reg it-shteal it-it'sh all one tme.'
Amt a beggar, amt u thief" sail
the boy doggedly.
In n sudden unexpected movement
thA drunken man lurched toward the
boy and with one hand seized him By
the collar and with the other picked
up a stout stick. For q time Bob sub
United to the beating In a stole silence,
horrible In such a mite of humanity,
devoting his energies to the unsuc.
cessful effort to dodge the descending
stick until a blow Of unusual f0rcs
fell upon his shoulder, Then bis dirty
face was distorted with pain and hato.
His clinched lips parted In the shrill
scream Of a wounded tiger cub. Quick
as a thought he seized the hand that
grasped the stick and buried his teeth
In the flesh until they met the bono.
Uttering q howl, the drunken brute
dropped 10 the floor, rolling in agony.
The boy darted through the door, pull.
ed up a loose board in the hall and
drew out the sum total of his worldly
woalth-a single dime. Then his flight
was resumed.
he did not cease running until the
tumbledown tenement district was faI
behind him. Then he set his FACE to-
ward the downtown business section.
A portly gentleman of good natured
aspect came toward him. The boy
boldly accOsted him.
Say, mister, where can I buy some
papcrs?'
"Tve no money for you" answered
tho gentleman inpatiently.
Don't want any money. Got all ]
want" the boy said sturdily.
Tho gentleman laughed. That's more
than I have, my youthful Croesu1
Press Office, Fifth avenue, three blocks
down"
And the boy trudged bravely on hta
way through the crowded thorough
fare, unmlndful of smarting shoulder8,
fortune grasped tightly in his fist.
The statement that his fortune was
IN his fist Is true in two senses
Of the word, for, when he had expend-
ed his treasure In copies of that organ
of publicity known as the Press, with
the instinct OF genius he sought the
most crowded corner Of the city's busi
est avenue, Here an unforeseen OBJ
met our young knight Grant.
Hardly had be begun to cry his wares
when another "newsie," who had pre-
smpted the corner, staggered up to
him and iercely challenged:
'Say, kid, wotcher dom hereY'
'SelIin' papers," said our young
friend.
"Not much, yer don't. Dis is my
stan. Take a sneak. seer'
Jaw, go onl' And then the fight
began.
The assallant was the older and big
ger, but this was a style of argument
with which Bob was familiar. He
dealt his blows Justify and m~aliciously,
greatly to the delight Of the crowd that
gathered to observe the hostilitles. Not
the least interested was the burly, rel
faced limb Of the law who controlled
the traffic at hat corner.
my money on the little fellow"
laughed a youth.
sure" said the policeman, IAN yeHl
be hndin' no takers, I'm thinkin'."
"Omcer," a woman cried Indignantly,
while she stared at the little fighters,
fascinated, you ought to be ashamed
Of yourself. Pull them apart at once"
"Oh, lave thin alone, ma'am," re-
sponded the guardian of the public
peace. 9TH be dom thin good"
Lord" shouted the sport, "see that
uppercut! l win. The little one has
him down"
The sport spoke truly. The combat
ants were PROSTATE In the gutter, Bob
on top and pummeling his antago-
nist's features with an earnestness OF
purpose that was inspiring. At this
crisis the policeman regretfully re-
called himself to duty.
"That's enough, me son." he de-
clared, pulling them apart.
"'Tain't enough" the victor rebel
lousy answered, a thin ribbon OF
blood streaming from his nose, the
light Of battle in his eye. ""Tain't
enough TIL he says l can sell papers
here
Amt be tn little dlvil!' the police