A Kind Boy

pulent citizen was carefully feeling his way over an icy spot on Larned street, Detroit, a boot-black overtook him and said: "Some boys laf -when a feller falls down. " "Eh ? ah?" growled the fat man. "But I don't," continued the boy, "I allus feels bod. " "Gway, bnb," growled the man who feit insecure. "Oh, yon hunk o' taller," exclaimed the boy as he drew out of reaoh, "if I had them ars o' yourn I'd want to fall down and knock the coupons off'n 'em purty quick."