. The Saturday evening post. father, Mr. Blunt, wasa gentleman in good circumstances; and while he was amere street urchin he sold papers and blacked boots, andhe was an honest, manly lad and become adopted bya kind, rich old gentleman named Mr. Pettigrew, that hesaved from a gang of rowdies that boded him no good, andwas taken to his palatial mansion and given a kind homeand a new suit of clothes and a good Christian education,and thats how he got from rags to riches. And Im goingto be it; Im going to be a mere street urchin and doeverything he did. Ho! The Wilbur twin was brutal. Youre nothi
. The Saturday evening post. father, Mr. Blunt, wasa gentleman in good circumstances; and while he was amere street urchin he sold papers and blacked boots, andhe was an honest, manly lad and become adopted bya kind, rich old gentleman named Mr. Pettigrew, that hesaved from a gang of rowdies that boded him no good, andwas taken to his palatial mansion and given a kind homeand a new suit of clothes and a good Christian education,and thats how he got from rags to riches. And Im goingto be it; Im going to be a mere street urchin and doeverything he did. Ho! The Wilbur twin was brutal. Youre nothingbut a girl! The runaway flashed him a hostile glance. Dont be silly! What difference does it make? HaventI a cruel stepmother that is constantly making scenes ifI do the least little thing, especially since Miss Murtreewent home because her mother has typhoid in Buffalo?You wait till I get the right clothes. Does she beat you something awful? demanded theMerle twin unctuously. The victim hesitated. (Continued on Page 117). I Dont Caret She Mattered, l Witt, Too, Run Away I You Seel 6 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 27,19
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