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Show One of th Least of These. (Amy E. Campbell in Toronto Globe.) No one. of all the hurrying crowd, noticed how sad-eyed and almost desperate des-perate the little newsboy looked. A girl with sunny hair and blue eyes came along and he met her with papers pa-pers upheld, for he liked her face. "Paper, miss?" What a world of pleading in the little tired voice, and wide wistful eyes! "Why, little man!" she exclaimed, pausing, "I don't want a paper, but '"' glancing down, she seized the violets on her muff, "perhaps you like flowers " and she slipped them into his hand with , a coin. j "My muvver's eyes were just like yours!" he confided to her. "An'," with a sob, "she's dead." Tears stole into the girl's eyes as i she patted him sympathetically. ' "Is she, dearie? Tell me all about it, j and you'll feel batter." "Ain't you in a hurry?" "No," she said with a smile. "Her an' me was all there was of our family," he said, eagerly. "I sold papers and she went out washin' and we had sech a cozy, wee home, an'," here his voice broke "she took sick and died, so awful quick I ain't got 'ust to it yet." "How long ago, dearie boy?" "Just two weeks today. But say." with brightening eyes, "I got her some flowers. They wasn't very spry-look-- In ones, but I think she'd be glad, 'cause she loved 'em so." After a pause, "She smiled all the time after she was so still. I kin see her yit!" "And where do you live now?" "I've been livin' there where she died,, but I'll have to get out, 'cause it costs so, and I ain't had any luck sence sence she went 'cause my throat aches so I can't holler. But I mustn't keep you goodby thanks for the flowers." And before the girl could say anything any-thing more he was lost in the surging throng. "Poor wee mite!" she murmured as she went her way. That night a tired newsboy sobbed himself to sleep in a lonely, bare little'' room. "Wasn't her eyes blue, tho' just like muvver's and the vi'lets " here he kissed The faded blue things "An' her pretty hair! She just come in time. I was so hungry I would have stole some thin' soon ain't I glad she did come. I couldn't do anything mean now, after aft-er seein' her." |