A CHRISTMAS STORY.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3136, 7 March 1879, Page 4

A CHRISTMAS STORY.

Yesterday we law sV poor ragged little boy on the street whose dejected and disheartened appearance indicated that he had been entirely neglected by Santa Clans. He stood watching a group of other lids who were exhibiting and comparing the-many presents they had receired. Every now and then the tears would well up in the poor little fellow's eyes and trickle down his cheeks as some particularly attractive toy was exhibited by some of the other boys. Our innermost heart was touched with pity for the boy, and approaching him, we said: "Did you get no presents, my boy ? " "No, sir," he said, choking down a great sob as he looked up into our face with tearful eyes. "Would you like me to buy you something for a Christmas present" ."Oh, so much!" said he, his face brightening up at the bare prospect of such good luck. '

" Conic along, then, and you shall have it," said we, mentally calculating the chances whether Jake Beindollar would trust us or riot. .'Beaching the store, the boy gazed around with delighted eyes uiitil the attention of a clerk could be gained. When this was at last accomplished the poor, unfortunate; lad was asked to make a selection. After gazing around for a moment he again looked up, his eyes sparkling with tears of gratitude, and said he:

" I believe I'll hare a roll of cigarette paper and a bag of smoking tobacco,' dog* tail' brand."

We referred him to the President of the Young Men's Christian Association. —S. F. Chronicle.