The tears started from his blue eyes, and I knew that I had made a “point.” After some further conversation, I persuaded him to show me where he lived. Up the usual “three flight, back,” in a low attic room, I beheld a picture of abject misery. The mother was sick, and lay uncomfortably upon an old sofa, which, with two rickety chairs and a large box, which served the double purpose of table and cupboard, were the only furniture of the apartment. She was totally dependent upon her little son’s earnings for a sustenance. She had nothing in the house to eat; no money with which to obtain anything. Her boy’s earnings had fallen off unaccountably, and for two days they had not tasted food. When she learned that he had brought in no money (for it was now near nightfall), she fell to weeping and upbraiding “the lazy, idle wretch for not bringing home something to eat.” The boy began to cry bitterly, and acknowledged his error in spending his earnings for confectionery. I then exacted a solemn promise from him that he never would buy another penny’s worth of the poison, gave him some change to purchase a bountiful meal, and left with a determination to ventilate street candy stands.
THE NEWSBOY’S MOTHER.
XXV.
ALL ABOUT TOBACCO.
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