Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1881-06-23

had against tramps- particularly SO MANY
six of us-six, the twins, the three bows
and myself. I clasped my hands in agony
What will become of me and nv Chi.
dren?" / cried.
Come he replied, with unspeakable
Tenderness come out of this room into
the open garrett. So! Now the whole world
may hear and see us. Is it not so, nv cbildp
We are not afraid of idle tongues?"
"N-no," stammered, my heart in
my throat, for fear one of the boys shoulo
pop his head up the garnet stairs and call
mamma.
you are 80 innocent" he continued. $50
free from hypocrisy and deceit, it is hard
to make you understand that cannot any
longer lend you money, or help you in the
way that have done. The wicked innuen
does Of slandering tongues that stab in the
dark have left me but the one way to pro-
teet you. wonder if it will be as holy
as sweet, to you as it is to me? I wonder
if you would be glad to give up this vile
nest of scandal altogether, and keep board
ers no longer, but home for a husband
who would adore you, and would love YOU
and cherish your dear little girls as his
won?"
He didn't mention my dear little bows
who were out risking their lives at coastine
that very moment. What noble, gener-
Gus, altogether perfect old gentleman he
was! If Charley had really been dead, an6
I had not been the miserable imposter that
circumstances had made me, my poor, des-
olate. widowed heart would have melted tc
him, I know. That heart was desolute
enough, God knows, but it wasn't widow
ed; was sure of that. The time for nv
dreadful confession had come. It was sc
hard to lose the one thing that seemed left
me just then-his confidence, his esteem,
felt cold and faint and sick.
Dear Mr.. Chandler,"I began, "a home
and husband would be very sweet to me-
And heaven was my witness it would, only
| not just the husband he meant; and I was
just going to tell him so, when Bridget pu
her flowZy head above the stairs, and said {
man was below and wanted to see me, anC
wouldn't take no for an answer "It's the
plumber" I said, tremblingly, or the cal.
ciminer. or the carpet man. Oh, Mr.. Chan.
dler, dear MIR Chandler, I cannot face these
people!
"You forgot that you have given me thu
right to share your troubles" he said
Come, my dear, we will face this person
together"
We found him in the parlor-a big
broad shouldered splendid looking fellow
with q new ulster on, and a very becoming
hat, and a perfectly splendid pair of boots
without break in them. The twins were
clining to each of his hands, and arount
him were dancing and bowling like Indians
three dirty little boys.
moments there are, and this was one,
| Snatched like minutes CLEAN of sun
Amid the black simoon's eclipse
"Ive got capital position, Kate, in ;
new company out west. Get the young
sters ready as quick as you can. I'll ex
plain everything on the way" said the per-
son.
"Who is this man." said Mr.. Chandler
to Aunt Maria, who had been brought thith
er by tie wild yells of the dear little boys
and stood like pillar of salt in the door.
way. Who is he-her brother?"
Her husband" said Aunt Maria.
And these boys?',
Her children"
God bless my soul!' said Mr. Chandler
and these were the last words I heard.
tainted dead away in Charley's arms.
Charley and l. the twins, and the three
boys started for our new home in the ives
the next day, from whence I write this
poor, weak, but contrite confession to Mr.
Chandler