Our rival, the rascal : a faithful portrayal of the conflict between the criminals of this age and the defenders of society, the police . Charley, lisps this little bunco girl, in a voicebroken with sobs,—Oh, dont let the bad man take Charleyaway! Her brother tenderly pats the little one on the headand gently explains to her that mamma is obliged to sell papashorse now that poor papa cannot drive him any more. Butlittle Eva keeps on sobbing and will not listen to her fondbrother. Oh, come away, come away, come home to mam-ma, she cries, and mamma will tell the naughty man that hecant have dear
Our rival, the rascal : a faithful portrayal of the conflict between the criminals of this age and the defenders of society, the police . Charley, lisps this little bunco girl, in a voicebroken with sobs,—Oh, dont let the bad man take Charleyaway! Her brother tenderly pats the little one on the headand gently explains to her that mamma is obliged to sell papashorse now that poor papa cannot drive him any more. Butlittle Eva keeps on sobbing and will not listen to her fondbrother. Oh, come away, come away, come home to mam-ma, she cries, and mamma will tell the naughty man that hecant have dear Charley. Then the scene shifts to the home of dear mamma, depictedin the sketch of our artist. Brother Bob brings in the bash-ful jay who nervouslyfingers his hat andreally feels that he isa cruel man to be thecause, even innocently,of so much distress tothe little girl and hermother. The widowsits weeping in her par-lor and the little girlruns up to her, crving:Oh, mamma, mamma,they are going to takeour darling Charley away, and we shall never, nnnever seehim any more. Mamma sobs, too, hugs the child convulsively to her bosom;. SHARPERS AND DUPES. 20: and then, with a brave air of fortitude, Hfts her head and courte-ously greets the stranger, while tenderly stilling her weepingchild, and wiping her tears away with her fine cambric hand-kerchief. Yes, sir, she says, we must sell dear Charley,—dont cry, dear, mamma must do what is right—we must sell thehorse which my dear husband brought up from a colt; but wewould not sell him, on any account, to anybody who wouldnot use him kindly and love him as much as we love you look like a good, kind man and, if you will promisefaithfully to keep the horse for your ow^n family use, and treathim gently, I am willing that my son should let you have him. The good-hearted countryman is now melted almost to tearsby this piteous play, and he warmly protests that he will treatdear Charley like a brother, if this precious horse is
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