Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-10-02
PAUL SMITHS wA1r.

nights and muuched MS meals OF bread
and cheese-or. Bologna sausage when
he could afford it--and from whence
he erept. as harmless and unnoticed as
a fly. down the corner of dizzy street,
to the little music shop Of Carl Bert
man, q German settler, s.sss,
There be tinkered all day on broken
violins aud other musical instru-
ments. never absenting himself for a
moment, save on Saturday afternoons,
when he went to the house of q trades
man to teach the piano to three orfour
very stupid girls. Sundays he curled
up in his den, and amused himself, no.
body knew how, until Monday morn
ing:
There are lev certaintles. He
never went to church. but he picked
ragged children from the pavement
when they fell near him, and gave
them half-pennies when he had any /;
shared his DINNER often with NANCY,
dirty cur, who acted as a sortof escape
valve for the ill-temper of half the
men and women IN the street, and he
reused Pat Ryan from bis midnight
snooze IN the gutter many cold
night and literally carried him home
to : orah and the children.
AS tor MS honesty, 2 neighbor re-
marked, II ne found hve shillings In
the street, ne q wear out ten sh,lllngs
worm OF strengtn and shoe-leather to
hnd the owner; ia sdi -
One colo nignt faui was returning
from nIswork, wlth 2 loaf OF bread
u1der one arm ana violin under the
otnef %nen at the street door ne
stemoied ana nearly ieii over a small
oplect croucned on the step. .r.
bless US WHATS tins cried Paul,
STRIVING TO regain nls equilibrium,
Only me, SIR and the small OBJ
Ject stood up, and 1eca me very pale,
thin ana ragged child .,
Are you hurt. little girl
NO, sir. -.
w nat are you ooing out there ID
the cold
Nothing, s
why don { you 20 nome
l amt got-any. =.
pear mel Wnere your mother 4
In heaven; - ,aseaf 5l y ,gss
AT TINS faui was dumfounded, and
seeing that great tears were, stealing
down the child VANTAGE, ne thrust the
violin under the arm which held the
bread, and putting the other around
the tiny tgure, he said:
"Oht I've got . homeMa real jolly
place Come up and see! is.g 3. ~
And this is the way old Paul came
to have a neat little housekeeper, and
to be buying gowns and shoes out
OF his poor salary. isssel -. 60 d
The winter of lS6-came in like
lion, as many a poor wretch we'll re-
members, and with the first blast came
Paul enemy. he turned one night a
sad face from his warm corner in Bert
mans shop among the violiDs, and
hobbled up the cold street, feeling the
approach of the old rheumatic pains,
and wondering " hat would become of
his poor little Camilla. 4 - Va aI
his excitement carried him up to
his last flight of stairs, and hearing
Camilla s voice, ne paused to rest and
listen. She was singing In that sweet
and expressive manner which made
her voice seem to him the sweetestand
purest he had ever heard. At the
end OF the stanza she took breath, and
another voice said, HChild. you aston
ish me. Either am poor judge of
music or else your voice is the finest /
ever heard. You are night in prefer
ring it to anything else 4el -ieli
An electric thrill shot through old
Paul 3 frame and quicked his blood to
a rapidity that quite. carried away his
rheumatic pains. and ina twinkle he
was up the stairs and IL his little attic.
He was terrified n the sound of a
mans voice, but the sight Of a hand
some and polished gentleman, with
diamond studs IN his snowy linen,
heavy ring upon his dainty white hand,
unquestionable broadcloth upon his
back, in close conversation with his
Camilla, whose wondrous beauty had
of late startled even his dull percep-
ton, was more than Paul could bear.
He was very small man-had been
in his youth-and now time Times
whitening fingers had touched him, he
vas shriveled and dried like withered
fruit: but in his virtuous indignation
he pu&ed up to his fullest extent, and
in his falsetto voice piped:
Camilla, how dare you invite any
one here7'
"Oh, Uncle Paul this is Mr.. CLAW
ering, gentleman whose-whose"
Whose mother she saved from
death. Your niece, sir, a few days
since, was passing through our crowd
ed thoroughfare, when my mothers
carriage drew up to the pavement.
The horses were restiye. and bidding
the driver attend to them. she began to
descend unassisted. Her foot was on
the step, when the animals sprang and
flung her violently from her foothold.
But for the sudden act of your niece,
who received my mother in her strong
young arms, the fall might have proved
fatal one. My mother at once en-
tered shop, and keeping your niece
near her, sent for me. l came to-day,
at my mothers earnest request, to ex-
press our heartfelt gratitude, and to
Offer---"f -1s8joIa 1aesHaf Ist5- 80
You needn't offer Camilla a penny.
sir. She will never suffer while I've
pair of hands to work for her." said
Paul.
You mistake me. l do not wish to
insult you, but would raise this child
from her poverty and educate her. that
she might be ofuse oyou and to herself,
aud become refined woman. Don't
let your selfish love stand in her light,
and shat it ont from her. She sings
like prima donna, and wishes to study
music"