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Show HE WAS A GETLEMAX. A few weeks ago I was passing through a pretty shady -street where some b.oys were playing at baseball. Among their number was a little fellow, fel-low, seemingly about 2 years, old a pale, sickly looking child, supported on two crutches who evidently found much difficulty in walking, even with such assistance. The lame boy wished to join the game, for ho did not seem to see how his infirmity would be in his own way, and how much it would hinder the progress of such an active sport as baseball. His companions, very good natur-edly, natur-edly, tried to persuade him to stand "one side and let another take &is place; and I was glad to notice that none of them hinted that he would be in the way, but that they all objected ob-jected for fear that he would hurt himself. "Why, Jimmy." said one of them at last "you can't run, you know.", "Oh ,hush:' 'said another, the tallest tall-est of the. party. "Never mind, I'll run for him." And he took his place by Jimmy's side, prepared to act. "If you were like him," he said, aside, to the other boy, "you wouldn't want to oe told of it all the time." As I passed on I though to myself, that boy is a true little gentleman. |