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Show A Pretty Good Sermon. . A story of a bright-eyed, barefooted, barefoot-ed, shabby little fellow, is told by Forward. For-ward. He was working his way through a crowded car, offering his papers In every direction, in a way that showed him well used to the business, and of a temperamentnot easily daunted. The train started while he was making mak-ing change, and the conductor, passing pass-ing him. laughed: "Caught this time, Joe." he said, "You'll have to run to Fourteenth." "Don't care," laughed Joe, in return. re-turn. "I can sell all the way back again." A white-hair.ed old gentleman seemed interested in the boy, and questioned him concerning his way of living and earnings. There was a younger brother broth-er to be supported, it appeared. "Jimmy" "Jim-my" was lame, and "couldn't earn much hisself." "Ah, I see. That makes it hard; you could do better alone." The shabby little figure was erect in a moment, and the denial was prompt and somewhat Indignant. "No, I couldn't. Jim's somebody to go home to; he's lots of help. What would be the good of havin' 'luck,' if nobody was glad? or of gettin' things, if there was nobordy to divide with?" "Fourteenth street!" called the-conductor, and as the newsboy plunged out into the gathering dusk, the old gentleman remarked to nobody in particular, par-ticular, "I've heard many a poorer sermon ser-mon that that!" |