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Show . . . v. - . , A a rcc.ro n co. h ! . '1 j; "-i to eliow that e . rr r.v 1 -who !'".-- to the tr.'.rrp c: . (iua! -.let h .-.it or without pity, t -...; t ' .i-e tj: r,:. y r.!ht in front of the t -It Lake Ti.ee. . :r Just before the 1 lerf-'rmsnce starts 3. - Aljut 7:45 o'clxi a little girl, not . ) : . i ; -. : , - , ; i , -a , f v i j .. l i i i " ; ' i In. i i j i i v 1 i r i r t r ' e l i . J V v .. t t - .. - .. 'II l t I 1 r 1 s t.i - is t" t I. i u ) i,.t f e 1 1 t. e r. . i - ,) t'f I" -1VI: r Iroi.i.t bJIii.il.t t0 (! ' : I-., I I i :i , 1. - more than 5 or 6 years olJ, came alon? this May from Main street carrying in her har.J a coal oil can full of oil., The can 'was of the ordinary kind, with fclass bottom and sides protected by strips of tin. The child was scantily dressed and in the keen wind the ragged ends of her clothing fluttered. As she neared the theater she became engrossed in some of the gorgeous gowns worn by the women who brushed past her, and in an unguarded moment stubbed her toe on a rough spot in the pavement, lost her balance and fell heavily. In falling she threw up. the hand in which was tightly grasped the handle of the can, which fell to the pavement' and broke, splashing the oil all around.-, ; Several women shrieked, but drawing their skirts up passed by without. ma-" king any inquiries. 1 Grieved at Her Lost. The little girl got up and brushed her clothes. One of her bands had been cut and was bleeding profusely, as she gazed on the wreck before her, her big blue eyes filled .with tears and leaning against 'the lamp post she sobbed as though her heart was breaking. . Here Is where , the good Samaritan came In. f He was a type of his class, with ragged clothes, unshaven face and bleared eyes. He noticed the child crying, cry-ing, and approaching her said: -Hello, little girlie, ; what's troubling you now." ' She brushed back her straggling locks which the wind persisted in blowing In her face, and said between sobs: "If you please, sir, I was Just going home with this oil when I fell down I'll be whipped hard when I get home for not being more careful," and again she burst out crying, hiding her face In her hands and ragged shawl. The tramp took in the entire scene Perhaps it brought back to him recollections recol-lections of similar mishaps in his boyhood boy-hood days. Perhaps he was thinking of a little girl of his own, somewhere. At any rate a far away expression came over bis face. With his hand In his pocket he was fingering over two dimes and a nickel which he had begged to buy his supper. . , .. Gives His Last Nickel. He knew what it meant if he gave the money to the unfortunate; no food until perhaps the next noon, and he was hungry now. He pulled himself to-, gether and said: "Well, never mind. Sissy; I've got some money, but I haven't any idea how much It will buy, but here It is. . If we can't buy both a can and oil we'll get one or the other," and taking her by the hand started down the street. . And then another benefactor came In. I : He Js a prominent young business man in thli city whose success has been brought about by his perseverance and ' wise charity. He learned the facts of the case, bade the tramp and little girl wait for him for a few minutes. His lady companion was taken into the theater,, the-ater,, seated, and left almost immediately. immedi-ately. The odd couple outside were still waiting for him when he emerged. Beside Be-side asking the girl her name which she said was "Lily" nothing more was said. Together they went to the nearest grocery store, where a new can filled with oil was purchased and, with a generous sack of candy, the girl went on her way home. Tramp Is Rewarded. - By this time it was after 8 o'clock, and the business man began to fear he would be late for the performance. He asked the tramp, a few questions, and then took him father down the street They stopped at a restaurant and went In. The business man ordered a good substantial supper which he paid for, and after pressing a half dollar Into the tramp's hand left the place. A lump rose in the wanderer's throat, such kindness he had not seen for many days "God. bless you, mister," was all he said Just as the door, was closing on his friend. |