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Show THE LITTLE FELLER fl, I uy iii:li:n fahh hunt Kit. I I I Copyrighted, 1903, by Tht Authors Publishing Company I B It, avor tho "light that never was on H land or sen" glorified a human face H It glorified tho ono that lay boforo V hor on tho pillow. Great dark eyes of Bf I that raro color so seldom neon, violet, 1" v doopost vlolot, wonderful oyes like B two doop wells; ono could look and B I look and yot not fntliom their dopths; H ' brown hair pushed back 'from a broad 1 white brow: Every vestlgo of sin and H earthly dross washed freo from tho V pmnll, perfect features by physical B pain. Circumstances and environment H tnado him a, street gamin. God made H him beautiful. , H Sho had entered tho room reluctant- fl rf9 ly, dreading to look at tho bod whcro H bo lay. Unused to such scones, sho B" shrank from tho Bight of pain and H Buffering. An hour boforo sho had H romo to tho hospital to sing for tho H children. Just as sho was leaving a H nurso had followed her and told her B of this boy dying upstairs. Ho had B hoard her through tho closed doors pBBJ dinging to tho others, and bogged to HBmw.. SCO pBBTT .Her glanco bogan at tho foot of the HBH bod, and moved up gradually over tho HBHl , . motlonlesB limbs to his face. Whon pBBf r oho met tho glanco of thoso wonderful L--; oyes ovory feeling but tondorness and PBB7 pity vanished. Sho was bcsldo hlra HBR In -an instant kncoling therq. "Yqu H ( wanted to seo mo, little boy?" should. HhH "Did you want to hear mo sing? HBB . A slow wavering smile swept ovpr N hin.faco. Yor not!" 'no WsperJu. HBB ""l hearrd yqu do.wn stairs, slngm' Pb tcr do odder kids, and nursfi said sho d H7 bring yer.' Ho flpoko in yio vernacu- H m. la'r of tho strcots, in tho slow drawl, H " and tho mutilated English, but the ''K .volco was clear and sweet. H Barbara thought a moment. "What 0 shall I Bing you, dear? What kind of H songs do you like?" Hi' "Oil, I don't caro; anything dats BC a song. I hain't pcrticlar. I ain't H novcr hearrd such an orful lot. Wonst H , I went to Kostcr's and hearrd somo H cals sing, and wonct Jim and mo wont B" tor dcr show at Miner's. But I likes H do songs what do Salvation army H olngs best makes yer feci kinder B .qulot and good, you know." B. Barbara begun in a low volco, slng- B'i ing undor her breath, hymns sho had B loarned when a child, Ho lay with his B oyos closed, drinking in tho music. B Whon sho had finished ho did not stir, B and sho thought ho had fallen asleep. B Sho bent ovor and quietly touched his B forohoad with tho tips of her gloved iiiiiH flni'Arfl. Instnntlv his eves ononcd and B smiled Into hers. "I was just list- B nln'," ho said; "I'd llko tcr hoar yer B- ' sing agin somothlng right out loud." B And Barbara, thero on hor knees in U that small, barren room, with Death's HHHJ t im mi i ! nc . V.-... ' i J' H "Do you want to hear me alnrj7" Br mossongor so closo that tho very B ' shadow of his wings seemed to on- m fold thorn both, sang as sho had novor fl ,v pung boforo. Novor had tho glorlouB "" ivolco God had given hor soundod moro H Loautlful, moro , wonderfully sweet, -- jj than whon it rang out in that narrow room. "I know that my Reodomor H llvoth" liquid, clear, llko poarlB of H. k CBw from heaven, tho notes fell. I Novor had Barbara Randolph, who had sung to ovory great and fashionablo oudionco In that great city, received such homngo, such rapt, adoring horn-ago, horn-ago, as thnt silent, motionless little figure on tho bed paid her. Sho know by tho unerring instinct of genius that sho struck 'a responsive noto of harmony In tho boy's soul; that uncouth, un-couth, uneducated, homeless, nameless name-less wnif from tho streets thnt ho was, in his soul dwolt tho lovo of exqulslto harmonics and music; that her volco was tho key that unlocked tho gato of , a - i ii 7JV ' 1' - "Do you, tin He'd care fer s little Teller like me?" that soul, and for tho first tlmo in his short llfo, thnt had been crowded so full of tho harsh, tho coarso, tho unlovely un-lovely experiences of poverty and distress; dis-tress; just as his soul was hovering oh tho border of that land whoso light even now was glorifying his face, ho experienced Joy. "When hor volco dlod away ho drew a long, deop, quivering sigh. "Geo! Ain't that a corker! I hain't novor hearrd anything llko dat beforo novlr." Oh, tho pathos of it! Tho tough, coarso slang of tho streets, tho only languago ho know, to express tho emotion of that beautiful soul. Tho tears sprang to Barbara's oyes and sho pressed tho little, cold hand that lay outsldo tho coverlid, to hor lips. Presently ho said iu a voice so low sho had to loan down to catch tho words, "Wonct I hearrd a song at do barricks, 'bout a feller what lived up in do sky and loved kids; does yer know dat ono?" "Perhaps I do, dear; was it anything llko this?" and Barbara hummed tho refrain of that sweet Itynm children sing, "Sudor UUlo Children to Como Unto Mo, Jesus Said." ' A Joyous light broke over his faco and a gleam of radiant brightness enmo Into his eyes. "Yos, dat's it, dat'a It Sing it again!" Tho nurso camo quietly In at tho door and framed tho words with hor lips. "Go quickly." Hor trained oyos told hor what was coming. But Barbara shook hor head and walked ovor to tho window. Tho nurso moistened his lips with somo stimulant and tried to holp him. But tho pain was cruol, twisting and torturing tho poor, mangled body. Barbara stood holding on to tho casement case-ment of tho window, drawing her broath in groat gasps ns if that could holp him. Whon tho paroxysm had passed ho lay back on tho pillows exhausted. Barbara crept back to tho bod. Slowly Slow-ly tho deep violet eyos oponed nnd tho samo oxquislto smllo ho had greoted her with crept ovor his face again. His lips woro moving. Barbara caught tho words: "Josus, what loved do llttlo kids! Do yer tlnk Ho'd caro fer a littlo follor llko mo?" "Oh, littlo boy, llttlo boy, I am Btiro ho would. I am suro ho would," said Barbara. Again that mnrvolous smllo, Just touching tho cornors of his mouth. Just thon tho light went out of tho dark oyos, and tho qulot poaco of tho I Easter morning streaming In at tho open window wrapped thom . closo. Another, HtUo "white soul had. Joined tho angois, and in Barbara's heart until un-til sho dledBho could hear tho childish child-ish volco, bo yer tlnk Ho'd caro for n llttlo feller llko me?" |