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- As the cabman gave a-crack of
Bis whip a white-capped maid ran
down the steps bearing a large
bunch of pure white roses.
, "Wait)" she cried, "here is her
The maid in the hansom peered
out, reached to grasp the fading
j bunch that her young mistress
had recently carried and. which
Jiad 'been thoughtlessly left by
''the friend to whom she tossed
"They are withered," she called
,brUt. Give them to that boy.
, The cabby drove on.
The dirty hands of the Child
'reached out to receive the gift.
The roses did not appear wilted
to him. Now and then he had
picked up two or three flowers
that had been thrown into the
street from a florist's shop, but
His wildest dreams had never
touched such a mammoth bunch.
r Hurrying down the avenue he
-turned into the side street, paus
ed a moment to sniff with his
small nose poked into the center
ojf his sweet burden, and, then
rushed on. The child had not
been home since Wednesday, but
that was not- an unusual occur
rence. When a mother is sick
and has to sew on vests all day,
it is easy enough for a child of
the street to remain away and
not be missed.
At the corner a big policeman
Was having a flirtation with a
nurse. The officer plucked a
couple of roses from the bunch,
tossed them over to the maid
tvith a grin, and then gave the
kid a shove and "go on."
Without ar glance of resent
ment the child ran on. He turrt-
I ed south at the next avenue, then,
later, eastward until he was in
the thickly peopled tenement dis
trict. The shadows of the early
spring evening had begun to fall.
A flock of factory girls surround
ed the boy with the "grand" flow
ers at one crossing, and each teas
ed for the boquet.
As he escaped a scowl settled
upon his weazened face, for he
saw that the size of his bunch
was sadly reduced.
Then he took the middle-of the
roadway,, dodging among the
teams in the hope that h$ might
not be further robbed of his prec
But even here the boy and his
bride roses were not sa.fe. A
taller boy would ever and again
dash out upon him from thecurb,
tefcr a long stemmed rose from
among its mates and taunt the lit
tle fellow, who simply pressed
the straggling bunch closer to his
breast and hurried along until he
reached a narrow shbrt street,
where he turned abruptly in,,
An excitement similar to that
which had filled the air a few
hours earlier before the hand
some gray stone house seemed to
now prevail in front of a gaunt
miserable tenement. A long black
wagon, withVpairof dark horses,
was Backed to the door.
A curious crowd thronged the
sidewalk. Tousle haired, grimy
faced children gaped wondering-
ly. A cluster of women, each
with a baby in her arms, were
Whispering together as the boy,