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Express! full account the horrible murder Bell Street Ledgee-ee-ee," etc., etc., etc., crying his papers until he was out of hearing. Never in his life had the newsboy felt so prosperous and happy.
Curtis was absorbed in thought, and took no notice of the newsboy; but there was something in the sad voice, which awoke Bertie's quick sympathies. "Papa! papa!" he repeated, pulling his father's arm, "won't you please buy a paper? See how many the boy has left." "I've too much on my mind to care for newspapers, dear." Bertie raised himself till he could speak in his father's ear.
But as he crossed the pavement to the brilliant glass doors of the barber-shop, a second newsboy grasped the arm of the one who had thus cried his wares. "Say, Yallern," said this second, hoarse with awe, "'n't chew know who that IS?" "Who?" "It's SHERIDAN!" "Jeest!" cried the first, staring insanely.
Little groups of poilus gathered round the soldier newsboy; I saw some of them laughing as they went away. The jokes in it were like the jokes in a local minstrel show, puns on local names, jests about the Boches, and good-humored satire. The spirit of the "Mouchoir" was whole-heartedly amateur. Thus the issue which followed a heavy snowfall contained this genuine wish:
John said nothing, but watched his visitor out on the pavement, and then returned to the making of his report. On Monday morning, as he came in by train, his eye caught a flaming poster on one of the bill-boards at the station. It was headed Financial Field, and the next line, in heavy black letters, was, 'The Mica Mining Swindle, Kenyon called a newsboy to him and bought a copy of the paper.
The stevedore on the dock, the motor-man on the street car, the newsboy on the street, the riverman on the Mississippi all speak with exuberant affection in memory of that quaint figure in his white suit, his ruddy face shining through wreaths of tobacco smoke and surmounted by a great halo of silvery hair.
"Yes," said Dick; "there was a friend of mine, Johnny Mullen, he was a newsboy, got run over by a omnibus as he was crossin' Broadway down near Park Place. He was carried to the Hospital, and me and some of his friends paid his board while he was there. It was only three dollars a week, which was very cheap, considerin' all the care they took of him.
The eyes, the keen, whimsical little mouth all were there; and the newsboy looked and remembered till the eyes seemed to gather tears and the pursed-up mouth to tremble like a child's like Sarah Jane's, when she had been denied a share in her brothers' games. Had there been tears in Miss Lucy's eyes, last night, behind those gleaming glasses?
And not only his sense of fitness was hereby fed, but that also of the station-master and the solitary porter and the newsboy, and such inhabitants of Ashbridge as happened to have strolled on to the platform. For he was THEIR Earl of Ashbridge, kind, courteous and dominant, a local king; it was all very pleasant.
Let us find out the name of the street before we separate, for we may miss our way and not be able to meet again." Passing up into the busy streets, Vincent presently stopped and purchased a paper of a newsboy who was running along shouting, "News from the war. Defeat of the rebels. Fight in a railway car near Nashville; a minister punishes a border ruffian." "Confound those newspaper fellows!"
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