The Daily clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1866-1888, 1868-06-06

nlS cnalr IN It's pldce: Stlll hne Wouiu
go to the window, aud stand watching.
o. the long night that she mast stand
watching, and the days, and the years.
"Home, Sweet Home" 7
played Tommy.
BY and-by there was no more OF
"Sweet Home" $50 t1. r1<
How about that cove with his head
Topped down on his arrs?" speculated d
Tommy, with a business like air.
He had only stirred once, then put
bis fuce down again; but he Wa
awake, awake in every nerve, and lis
tening to the very curve of his fingers
Tommy knew tt at, it beirg part of his
trade to learn how to use his eyes -es
The sweet, loyal passion of the
music it would take worse playing
than Tommy's to drive the sw eet, |. yaI
passion out Of Anne Laurie
dDON6 tue uln OI Tue lldln. ".-
"'Twas here that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true.'
She used to sing that. thought the
man-this other Ami, OF his own.
Why, she had been his own, and be had
loved her once. H,w hehad loved her!
Yes, she u ed to sing that when he
went to see her on Sunc,y nights be
fore she was married, N her pink
plump, pretty days, Annie used to be
very pretty. ~.
Gave me her promise trle,"
hummed the little fddle. 1880
THAT'S a fact" said poor Annie's
husband, jerking the words out under
his hat, "and kept it, too, she did"
Al! how Annie had kept it! The
whole dark picture of her married
years-rhe days of work aud pain, the
nig hts of watching; the patient voice,
the quiveling mouth, the tact and the
planning, and the trust for TO morrow;
the love that had bclne all things, be-
eyed al things, hoped all things, IN
complaining, 70 into outline to tell
him how she had kept it.
''Her face it IS the fa.rest
.... That e'er the sun shone on" ...
suggested the little fiddle.
That it should be darkened forever,
the sweet fact and that he should do
it-he, sitting here, with his ticket
bought, bound fer Colorado.
''And ne'er forget will l."
murmured the htUlo fiddle.
He would have knocked the man
down who had told him twenty years
ago that he ever should forget; that
he should be here ;ght, with h s
ticket bought, bound for Colorado
But it was better for her to be free
from him. He and his cured iH-'uck
We're drag on her and the CHI dren,
and would always be. What was that
she said one Never mid, Jack, l
can bear anything as long as I have
you" ---
And here he was, with his ticket
bought, bound for Colorado.
He wondered if it were ever too late
in the day for fellow to make man
of himself.
''And she's "a the world to me-
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and die,' -
s lrg the little fiddle, triumphant.
Harmon shook himself, and stood
up. The train was slackening; the
light of way-station bright ahead.
It was about time for supper and his
mother, so Tommy put down his fiddle,
and he handed around his faded cap
The merchant thr W him a penny,
and returned to bis tax list The old
lady was fast asleep, with her mouth
open.
''Come here" growled Harmon, with
his eyes very bright. Tommy shrank
back, almost afraid of him. ...
"Come here" softening' 81 won't
hurt you. l tell you, boy. you don't
know what you've done to nisl IT,
Done, sir?' Tommy couldn't help
laughing, though there was a twingr
of pain at his stout little heart. as he
fingered the solitary penny in the
faded cap. "Done? Well, guess I've
walked you up, sir, which Was about
what I meant 10 do"
Eyes, that's it, y said Harmon, very
distinctly, pushing up his hat; you've
walked NE up. Here, hold your cap"
They had pulled into the station
now, and stopp d. He emptied h 8
purse into the little cap, shook it lean
of naner and copper alike. was out OF