Show THE TIRE LADY IN BLUE 7 A city awby Mw by Vlon Une Pol eining pol peral goldyl ter leani ng pol pora pors polders Pol persi pers sun mra yare thank ye yo mum JID got cut out of the crowd with a rush his last paper sold and darted up the fat jeet he ile ran and dashed and darted across the streets for several blocks ruch a R little grinning bright eyed youngster that people made way for mm him at once with a smile on a bide side street from the row rw he halted panting and pressed big nogi against the glass of a little store window the window was full of 0 coarsely colored pictures the stereotyped comic valentines japs pointed anger finger jabbed at the window glass promptly and loca located teil the valentine ho be desired he ile breathed i a groat sigh of joy and relief and danced fir t jr a happy moment abbee bhe s dere ho he cried and whisked into the store wot dyer want little boy the hughty maiden demanded git off we counter gib me hert berl yelled JIP triumphantly 1 I havo have 2 cents tn an its me own and youse cant keep her no to more youse cant 0 o dyer mean the lne ot of the blue blite lady in der winder wInd erT said sald the girl contemptuously yah yali YIP yah yh gib me heri herl filp gasped the girl stepped to the window and quickly from it a vividly blue picture which grasped and then gave up his big I 1 aerts he ile darted dashed once more along tho the row until in a retired cor ner sitting upon some steps he found himself among somo some older newsboys new aboya tao ise got a yale valentine I 1 he shouted as be he squeezed hirn hemsell in between two wo big boys alp had no objection to bowing showing bis his valentine to toe others and it trana trans pared that they also had bad bedone possessors of pictures which they each designed to bend send away that night up to that time jip whose knowledge of letters was beautifully blank had bad remained satisfied with the novell ovell mesa ot of his picture alone but ono ong of the news bobys recited with pride some garses of poetry written beneath one ot of the others alps heart sank ie Is poetry got to be on era em ned neda he asked sure P t wot does it eay say on my cletur ned yon you read it eald said jip 1 timidly ned took the lovely portrait st of t I 1 2 lady in blue and read the dog gerel beneath it you nu think bu your dread la is fine became because our jewels fally jally shine you are above the common folic who groan beneath your heavy yokel ah ahl haughty lady pride te is toll tall th the harder then hen ahall shall be your fall ohi ohl I 1 screamed reamed Bc the boys alps girl has crowed im overt over jigs got to get even but alp belied eol sed the lady in blue blite and gazed upon it in consternation until bla eye eyes ailed with tears und ha he buried his face against the stone ot of the alley newspapers demanded the bigger boys attention and they ran away laughing but the little fellow remained behind very miserable the picture was sweet but such worda he ile could never fend send hia his lady them slowly he prepared to tear up hie his I 1 cent 2 treasure arn Z |