The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-01-05

is frivolous mistake to feel a repug-
nance at committing murder yourself,
when you feel none while enjoying the
results of murders committed by other
people"
But whom do you wish me to muir
der?' she asked.
81 do not ask you to murder any
one in particular, said the stranger.
CAN that would have you do is to
throw dart into a crowd. Whomever
it may strike will be a long way off, and
you may acquit yourself of any evil de-
sign or ill-natured feeling against any
one in especial. Here is little arrow.
1t has very sharp point. Take it and
throw it with all your force. 1t will
take long flight; but it will strike
somebody"
GA good way off," said she, and she
took it in her trembling hands.
"A long way off, said the stranger
"Now, then, throw" And she lifted
her arm and threw the arrow with all
her might. As she did so, the stranger
glanced at her with fearful grin. The
wall of the apartment suddenly fell
away like a mist, and she saw the pros
trate form of a young man lying be
meath a palm tree, with the arrow
lodged in his breast. And she heard
him eXclaim, in faint accents, as the
life-blood flowed from his wound: 80
mother, mother!''
She shrieked: 81 have murdered my
dear Baltr'
There was loud crash. The terri
bic vision disappeared. The stranger
was gone, there was not scrap of a
greenback to be seen, and Bridget
rushed into the parlor, exclaiming:
. For dear sakes! what in the world is
the matter?'
"Did anybody 90 out, just now?"
said Mrs. Van Dusenbery, rubbing her
eyes.
"Not a soul has been inside the
house. said Bridget.
did you see any bundles of green
backs lying about?' said the widow.
Not rag said Bridget,
"And don't you smell any brim-
stone?" asked the widow.
mot ha'porth,'' replied Bridget,
except the parlor-matches but
who did this?'' she asked, as she
pointed at the little japanned table. that
was overturned, while the glasses were
broken and the flask of Chartreuse was
pouring itself out in golden stream
upon the Moquette carpet.
cit was the personal D. HIM
self!'' said the widow, putting her hand
upon her heart, which beat violently.
Il see it all! Oh, have had such an
eXperiencen
THE RESULT.
Didn't you say there was beggar-
boy who came to the door, just now,
Bridget" asked the widow.
Il did, marm,' replied Bridget;
land he is standing on the sidewalk
now, crying"
Poor little fellow!' said the widow,
as she wiped tear from her eye. $50
call him in
"Call in a beggar!'' exclaimed
Bridget, lifting up her hands in amaze
ment. "Call in a beggar-boy?"
Eyes. Call him in. What if he Is a
beggar-boy? He is somebody's son.
He is the dear Bait of some fond old
mother. Let me see him. | must do
something for somebody"
In few minutes Bridget pushed into
the presence of the widow one of the
worst-clad little ruffians she had ever
beheld.
Here he is" said Bridget. 'He is
a beauty for such parlor as this, |
don't Think with scornful emphasis
on her words.
"He is human being" said the
widow, scanning his ragged garments
pityingly.
II hain't been dom nothin',n said
the boy, timidly.
"You need make no apologies, my
poor child" said the widow. Pray,
what is your name?"
"Me name is Dinnis,n said the beg
gar.
Poor boy! And why did your
mother let you come out in such a
plight, such day as this?' said the
widow, as she wiped tear from her
eye.
Me mother has been sent up to the
island for thirty days. said Dennis,
hanging his head and blushing. And
she couldn't helpt it"
Dear! uedT! uedf! exclaimed Jne
widow, tenderly.
:" 1t wa MT no fault of me mother S"
said Dennis, holding his head up again.
cit was all along of that of Mrs Sulli-
van, who pulled me mothers hair"
THAT'S right. Always speak up for
your mother, my child,' said the wild
ow. "Now give me my purse, Bridget"
And Mrs. Van Dusenbery, utterly
disregarding the new leaf she had turned
over but few moments before, on
which was recorded resolution not to
give anything to anybody again, actual
" counted out five new silver half-dol-
lars, which she threw into the boy s
hat, thinking, as she did it, how much
more satisfactory it was to give to the
needy than to receive presents from the
rich.
'Is this for me?' asked the boy,
opening his hazel eyes with wonder.
SIT is all for you,'' said the widow,
"and | wish there was more it. But l
am afraid it would do no good if you
had more"
The boy started to run; but Bridget
caught him by his curly-red hair, and
said:
is that all your manners, you
rogue?"
"Don't go yet" said the widow