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OCTOBER, 1896.



hought sev en years old about the sweetest age in the world; the little man or woman is then both so innocent and so wise; and a few months ago I had a half-hour's chance encounter that made me love better than ever the song of Seven times one are seven."


It was on a spring afternoon in Central Park. Believe me, I simply tell things as they were, for as a made-up tale this slender narrative would lack much, though to me, as the truth, it does not. My own words I cannot vouch for; they are not important; but the very phrases of my little strangerfriend I have exactly remembered.

He the seven-year-old-came up behind me as I stood on a bridge over the driveway, and inquired eagerly without preface, "Where's the man? Is he under the bridge?'

I did not know anything about the man and I never learned anything, for whatever concerning him was spinning in that little brain was forgotten when I answered that I was just looking at the trees and flowers. Little Boy then came close by me and looked at them himself, as if with my eyes.

No. I.

"That's so," he said, answering with conviction my tone and not my words; "they's some pretty flowers here; it's nice; they's trees that has nuts on 'em in the fall, too."

He was a rather shabby little fellow. He was on his way home from school and had his lunch-basket on his arm. Two of his front teeth were gone. If anything can add to the guileless air of childhood it is the absence of front teeth; no front teeth, and almost any seven-year-old will look lovable. True, this one had other attractions of appearance; a dear, clever, small face (not too clean) and large, candid, dark eyes that were beautiful. We moved on presently to the end of the bridge, and as he turned to the west I said good-by and set my face eastward.


Good-by," came the answer, with lingering, regretful accents; accents that were flattering beyond any grown person's power to flatter. Then, "Wait a minute, are you going up there? I got to go to West 65th street but I guess I can go that way." So quite away from West 65th street we walked together, By the time we reached a certain arbor cov

[Copyright, 1896, by GEORGE W. CABLE. All rights reserved.]

ered with wistaria we were established friends. The vine was in bloom and shedding its flowers; the asphalt beneath it was covered with the exquisite flakes of color. I picked one up; my little man was quick to follow, and he looked at the pinky-lavender, silken blossom as if he had never seen it before, so much did companionship in enjoyment stir his sense of its beauty. He gathered up more.

"I'm going to take some home,' he declared; "don't you want some?" But I had no way to carry any of the stemless blooms; he had his basket. When I made this explanation he took a piece of paper from the basket and looked at it thoughtfully. I saw that he contemplated offering it to me. Plainly, he felt that it was desperately hard I should have to go home with none of this treasure that was strewn at my feet. But his paper was greasy, not fit to offer a lady as a wrapping for flowers, and he put it back in silence. When the careless passers-by came trampling through, unheeding wistaria above or below them, he said over and over to himself in varying accents of pain and indignation," They just walk right on 'em!-step on 'em! -step right on 'em!"

We strolled from the arbor past a cottage on whose low roof squirrels were gamboling, and we found it hard to tear ourselves away from it. I love animals," said Little Boy with a sigh, as we left the squirrels behind us, "I mean any animals, even; even a hippopotamus."

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"O! there are some nice houses," he exclaimed with a kind of speculative gusto in his sweet treble, and I was so dull as to look about the untenanted scene with a momentary bewilderment. "If we could only play in them!" he added. The houses were not built with hands; some bushes arched over the turf, and I saw with unsealed eyes now that they offered the most charming opportunities for housekeeping.

At a branching of the path I turned up-town.

"Are you going that way?" I was questioned. "I've got to go to 65th street now; aw, you come on this way, can't you?"

Perhaps it was as a reward for my change of plan that he said, "I know an awful nice place where nobody goes!


That was always my idea exactly of a nice place in the park, though I had never found it. Now I was guided to it, and it had been discovered with that eye for the romantic which is so keen in poetical children. Behind a toolhouse it was, where some young trees screened us from the world, and a little bench, half-size, redeemed the prosiness of all benches. We sat down and fell into intimate communion, told our names to each other and talked of our ways of life. Little Boy said he had a dog, a puppy, an Irish setter, that he longed to show me; wouldn't I wait there till he could run home and get him; it wouldn't take long?

My answer that I couldn't looks brutal and stupid now, but then some. forgotten practical nothing made me suppose I was in a hurry. But I asked him to come and see me and bring his dog, and I gave him my card. That, the card, made a deep and delightful impression; it was my great stroke. Very carefully between thumb and finger it was taken, and—

"I don't want to get this dirty. I mustn't get it dirty," he murmured to himself, and, after considering and rejecting his pockets, he finally wrapped it in a grimy handkerchief and put it in his basket. Then he took it out and looked at it again.

"Do you give these to little boys?" he inquired at last shyly. He wanted to be sure that here was a mark of special favor; but wasn't the point reached with delicate tact?

When we started on again to the 65th street entrance, direct now, the prospect of a near parting stirred him to speak of the deeper things of life and of the soul, before the friend of his choice should leave him.

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