<h2><SPAN name="chap47"></SPAN>ECHOS</h2>
<p class="poem">
Traveling at dusk the noisy city street,<br/>
I listened to the newsboys’ strident cries<br/>
Of “Extra,” as with flying feet,<br/>
They strove to gain this man or that-their prize.<br/>
But one there was with neither shout nor stride,<br/>
And, having bought from him, I stood nearby,<br/>
Pondering the cruel crutches at his side,<br/>
Blaming the crowd’s neglect, and wondering why—<br/>
<br/>
When suddenly I heard a gruff voice greet<br/>
The cripple with “On time to-night?”<br/>
Then, as he handed out the sheet,<br/>
The Youngster’s answer-“You’re all right.<br/>
My other reg’lars are a little late.<br/>
They’ll find I’m short one paper when they come;<br/>
You see, a strange guy bought one in the wait,<br/>
I tho’t ’twould cheer him up-he looked so glum!”<br/>
<br/>
So, sheepishly I laughed, and went my way<br/>
For I had found a city’s heart that day.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
RUTH LAMBERT JONES</p>
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