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Show ONE OF GOD'S LITTLE HEROES. The ratter of feet was on the stair As the editor turned in his sanctum chair And said for weary the d;iy had been: "Don't let another intruder in." But scarce had he uttered the last words before A face peeped in at the open door And a child sobbed out: "Sir, mother said I should come and tell you that Dan Is dead." "And who is Dan?" The streaming eyes Ijooked questioning up with strange surprise. sur-prise. "Not know him? Why, sir. all day he sold The papers you print, through wet and cold. "The newsboys say they cannot tell The reason his stock went off so well. I knew; with his voice so sweet and low, Could any one bear to say to him "No?" "And the money he made, whatever it be, lie carried home to mother md me. No master about his rags, he said. Jf only he kept us clothed and fed. "And he did it. sir, trudging through rain and cold. j Nor stopped till the last of his sheets I was sold. But he's dead he's dead and .we miss , him sol j And mother she thought you might like ; to know." In the paper next morning, as "leader" ran A paragraph thus: "The newsboy Dan, One of God's little heroes, who Did noblv the duty he had to do For mother and r.ister earning bread Bv patient endurance and toil is dead." Margaret F. Preston, in the New World. |