NO ONE CARED FOR HIM.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 30, 25 July 1891, Page 212

NO ONE CARED FOR HIM.

Lately two enthusiastic, well-dressed, and healthylooking ladies were busily giving out tracts at the entrance of a theatre. In front of the adjoining saloons were the usual loungers. One of the women invaded the gang and almost put it to flight. An old-time actor in a short coat, with four-inch plaids and shining spring bottom trousers, pretty well frayed at the bottoms, stood his ground. He was in search of information.

‘ What's this for, madam!’ he inquired. ‘ It’s for you to read,’ was the prompt reply. ‘ But who does all this ? What’s the excitement?’ ‘ I do it, sir, to save souls.’ ‘ But who backs you ?’ ‘ Jesus takescare of me,’ reverently replied the woman. ‘ Well,’ said the man in a voice grown suddenly husky, ‘ I wish somebody would take care of me ! I haven’t had any breakfast and don’t know where I’m going to get my dinner.’ Before the woman or the bystanders could recover from their astonishment the man had walked away.