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Show JUST A LITTLE STORY II ; 'i I . , OF TWO LITTLE; i30YS .. ; it w jjiej a t$rr . rrotn tn days events. - A' side llg-ht, it you of. ileroorlsJ day. It Is. s touch of human emotion that makes us kin. la Its tell-. Irif no attempt is made at rarnlshlngv tt Is unyaxnlshed and truthfully told Without cdorine;. '-' V yit concerns two little raffced b6ys," WhAt somt sJ-e pleased t term "street Urchins." In. age the elder was about 10; the otier 8. . The blrrwr boy carried fln old Yer-etable Yer-etable tan full of paint of Which' fully 0 per cent, was water. It had been so diluted in- order to make it reach the desired Quantity that but little, if any, duality remained. But it -was paint, tieYertheless. . It colored, , at any . rate. That was the desired object.' . ..-I .. . Both were barefooted and. unkempt. Their faeer were beiTlmed with 'the fimut tf, "the road, but the mouth line n their little faces were tensely drawn The determination xnd ctrehfth thai makes men '.showed in- their youthful faces. . - -. .. ' 1 The. little fellow clasped to.hij Uny bosom a-board' shaped like s small Ironlna; board. It had been coated with the weakened paint. It was far from being white la the tense of beln palnt--ed With paint of tood ..thickness. , UU the attempt to do s? plainly showed. .' The wo trudg-ej along" in Indian file,, one behind ths other, As they reached Third South and Main streets sArr.e older boys saw thera Snd called! -r'- ! "Hey, kids, come on and have a gam tt baiir . "Can't now.'sald both In on bfeath.! and in thetr eyes were Just the faintest trace of tears. ; "Odody, t-oody' yelled the bnei who had extended the Invitation in derision.' "Chastf yourself home to your mother.": ' -..: e . i Th Httl fellows kept en.' An 61d lady stopped them, mered by the deiirs to keej about their ostensible object. I Do your errand first, my little men."' she said, kindly; "here IS five cents fot' each Of you. WherS are you going f . "If s like. this. Mam." said the elder:, "me and Jimmy hers work In the1 tor all .during' ths week. We'f made. tttla all ourselves: It's for1.. our little sister.' She's dead. - Even If we are poor, you bet euf Ilttl sister is going to .havs a tombstone. ; We mad It ourselves.' She" was awful good to tis." . . - H Many heard the child's reply. All who did wero the better for It. It was la full truth a life's sermon. y |