The Telegraph Boy

nd on Park Row, and

ou to sell papers for

ther do it than

s he agreed

n't sett

won't pay you anything except board and lo

it the first day," said Fran

. You'd better tr

It was not a brilliant beginning, but he was late in the field, and most had purcha

the blind man. "G

it is,

me all?" sharply

ave," said Fra

will give you a flogging,"

lked to in that way," s

your own way, I sup

but I have been

I won't allow you to talk

es

e care to

hought Frank. "I won't stay with yo

him. The companion of a beggar, he felt as if he himself were begging. He liked better the time he spent in selling papers, though he reaped no benefit himself. In fact, his wages were poor enough. Thu

eat, do you?"

aven't tasted

e your meals at Delmonico'

well-known name did not convey any spec

med Mills, angrily. "You want t

want enough food to

ting it. I give yo

six or eight cents a day, and he generally earned for him twenty to thirty cents on the sale of

rievance to his fr

ou what to d

h you

e by selling papers, and buy a

do that; it wou

ouldn'

usiness for Mr. Mills.

ter carry it on

sh I

don't

n't any

aid you a

N

make

emed fair enough that he should receive some pay besides a wretched bed and a

ages for?" demanded

n them," said

ing. You are better off

e clothes, some t

have me pay you a dol

at. I will be satisfied if you will p

uld give him a dollar, and then he would feel justified in setting up a b

blind man evasively, and Fran

ered a cigar-store. Frank was much surprised when the cigar-vender ha

id; "but did you mean t

laughing; "but I wouldn't have

t it

bad one. I might pass it, but it wou

did not again thank the giver. When they returned to the tenement-h

s,

is the

it note," said Frank, scru

s?" demanded

on't

ll, if you

pass counterfeit

k it, and I mean

n't give any

, and offer it to the baker. If he won'

not do it," sa

Mills, angrily. "Do you

s any counterfeit money for you or an

threatening gesture, b

g arrested; but you have only to say that I gave it to you,

hat it is bad m

ve it. Take the money, and co

e," said Frank, qu

as I bid you?" dema

pass counte

eaven, I'll

lashed upon Frank that no blind man could have done this. He decided that the man was a humbug, and could see a little, at all events. His blindness was no doubt assumed to enable him to appeal more effectively

found himself on the sidewalk, free and emancipated, no richer than

he said to himself, "but