Fair play., 1882-09-23

anu the robin sings from the larkin tree,
All the world WAS made for Love and me,
For my Love and me to marry m.
-Edrg A. Barr, in Our Continent.
THE WIDOW WICKETT'S WINDOWS.
Mr.. Tibbetts was riding slowly along
the road, thinking for once in a way
what a brief life this was and low
quickly we left it behind US. He had
just been making old MIR. Parkman's
will. and it was doubtful if old Mr..
Parkman would live until night. The
pOmpous. busting, dictatory man was
dying. and the world would get along
well enough without him, as it would
without any of us.
One person would gricve for him, and
that the very one who would be benefited
by his death. Years ago Mr.. Parkman
had picked up in the streets Of New
York. on a cold winter night. poor
little Italian boy, who had been sent by
his padrOne to scrape the violin on a
bleak corner. Mr.. Parkman had found
that the little fellow was ill-treated. and
had taken legal measures 10 release and
adopt him. and this boy, now grown to
be seventeen years old, was the old
;3man's great pride and comfort.
Il want to give everything to LudO-
vico,r he had said TO the lawyer. ''He
deserves it, and love him. My nephew.
Ralph Werner. would pounce upon every
thing if i left no, will. No. | should
make one even if I had never found this
boy. / should leave all to some charity.
Ralph is a brute-ricl. greedy con-
temptible. LudovicO will carry out my
ideas and do good with his money"
So the will was written, and it was
now in the lawyers breast pocket to be
carried to his Office and locked up in a
certain box.
lmay live for years." said the old
man. }.and Ralph would make no bones
of DESTROYING the will. He's bad fel-
Iowa very bad fellow
But at the door MIR. Parkman's man
had told him that the doctor had said his
masters hours were numbered; that he
would not see the next sun rise. No
wonder Mr.. Tibbetts felt that this was
an uncertain sort of world.
But the bows down in the hollow be-
side the road on which his horse slowly
trotted, who were making the most Of a
holiday and some fire-crackerS and other
g,lnpow,lery play-things. such as one
might fancy Satan had invented for his
offspring, were troubled with no grave
thoughts or solemn emotions. The black
figure of the lawyer, long and lean. seat
ed on his quiet old horse, instead Of
awakening awe in their small bOsOms,
aroused them to deeds of mischief. Sud
denly an invention resembling bomb
shell, though smaller and less destruc-
tive, hurled through the air. hit Mr..
Tibbetts in the small of the back, and
exploited. Mr.. Tibbets started; the horse
reared, and in = moment more MIR. lib
belts was on his back in the hollow. the
horsea mile away up the road and the
will sticking in the solitary gOoseberry-
bush that decorated the Widow Wickett's $
front door yard.
Now the Widow Wicket was one OF
those people who are always wretchedly
poor. no matter what is done for them.
and though she had more given her than
anv other person in the town. she always
had broken panes of glass in her window
and was always patching them mp with
pasteboari. tin pans and straw-hats.
Tod,lling out shortly after the acci-
dent, Of which she heard nothing. being
down cellar ut the time, she found fine
piece of stiff parchment sticking in her
bush. and as it was just the size of two
panes of glass, appropriated it at once,
fastening it well on with many tacks.
As she could not read writing. the names
upon the sheet never struck hereye. and
as for the red tape. she used that for a
shoe string Immediately.
Meanwhile, down at the hotelto which
he had been carried. Mr.. Tibbetts came
TO himself, found he was not greatly in
iured. expressed his opinion of boys in
general. and waited for his clothes.
which were being brushed for him.
..And, hy the way" cried MIR. Tlb-
belts, suddenly. "bring me the docu-
ment in the waistcoat pocket, William.
It's very valuable
William could not turn pale; he was
the color of charcoal; but he stared at
Mr.. Tibbetts.
For lie Lord, masSa. Your watch.
an pocketbook. an penknife. an card
case. an handkerchief. is all dere was
in de pocketsr' he said. g Dere wasn't
no dockyment dar!'
A paper-a parchment" explained
Mr.. Tibbetts.
..Sartinly. l is aware what doeky-
ment am. sah," replied William. with
proper dignity; but dar wasn't none'
sah."
Vain search was made on the road. in
the bollow-everywhere. The will was
gonc. Sore rs he was from his fall. MIR.
Tibbetts had himself driven back to the
ParLman mansion. He arrived there
before the sun set. but old MIR. Parkman
WAS already dead and all rewards that
were offered failed to bring the will to
LIGHT. The Widow Wicket never read
the newspapers.
The law had its course. The nephew
came into the property. The two old
servants, who had been well provided
for bv their master. sought other s'tua'
lions Ludovico was left without
nenny: but he had good education.
Ind Mr. Tibbetts offered him place IN
his law Office. on salary that saved him
from starving-a better salary than he
would have given any other boy. Some
how he felt himself responsible for the
hoy's changed fortune; and ne never
o,,ite gave up hope about the WILL But
ak months passed q year-two-and
nothing was heard of it.
Now, Mr.. Tibbetts had charge OF the