The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-06-10

He is dead" snvelled the boy. And your mother, where is she?" She is dead, too,' whimpered the boy. Where are your brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts, then?" asked the old millionaire grufy.
 They are all too poor to help me-" said the boy
 The old millionaire gave the boy a cert ana LOOK the wrinkled, soiled newspaper. policeman was coming toward them-- broad shouldered policeman who had had plenty to eat and who felt strong and healthy, and whose duty it was to prevent begging on the streets. The po lieeman recognized the old millionaire | and hurried to the scene. What are you doing, begging?" he demanded, taking hold of the boys shoul- der. I'll teach you to begr' he said. and he started to walk away with the sobbing ! boy.
 | The old millionaire stood still a moment. staring after them. Then he hurried to catch the policeman and the boy. "Ho1d on, officer, hold on there," he said, "that boy isn't begging, he's selling newspa- pers"
 And so the policeman released his hold on the small boys collar. And when the rich man nodded at him the policeman
 walked away. wonderment written in his face, for he knew how stingy the rich man was. It had been said that this par | ticular millionaire had never done a kind act in his life
 | Now, see here" said the old man, 1 you come into the postoffice with me-" and he led the way. They went over into a corner. this strange pair, and the old man asked questions and the little boy | answered them. The old man took out pencil and began to do some figuring on the back of an envelope. You come with me- he said in funny voice finally. And they went to cloth- ing store. and the boy was dressed in warm new clothes; and a few days later he was sent to school, and some day he will be a good man surely, for the old
 millionaire has taken him under his wing, and the boy has 1t in him to make the best of his opportunities. 1 Best of all. The old millionaire has since that day of his meeting with the
 ragged newsboy in the square been a
 true philanthropist
 Oh, yes, I've figured in big deals, too. 1 Once upon ,ime I was that last cent,
 given by a small storekeeper which was | required to make ;ip the sum certain | rich man demanded, that a small city
 should raise before we would build a H.
 brary for the people of that city. It is a
 feautiful library building. .nd the rich
 mans name is carved over the front door.
 where his name and fame will live for many, many years
 I know little boy-for have lived in
 his pocket-who gave me to the Salvation
 army kettle man last winter. when that
 little boy did want to buy candy. oh, so
 badly!
 A pretty lady Saw well dressed man
 give me to an old woman who hobbled
 on crutches. and then take the old woman
 by the arm and help her to cross the
 busy street. and by this act his com passion was aroused further, for he gave
 her some silver money, and do you
 know that that pretty lady was so cour- ageous that she followed the young man and asked him his name-and they are | MT and Mrs. now, and live in a fine house a big aveinue, and they are very, very happy, and I am the penny that started it.
 Don't look down upon me. pray. have lived many years. 1 do many wondrous things. From me springs great fortunes and noble deeds In world that has so many people who need one cent more
 am an important factor, indeed.