The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-09-13

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"Yes, sir, said the boy. glceiully, rs h
scrambled up the side OF the wheel. I"
will be here, sure" .sa. "
you're fool, Paul Parker" said til,
woman, angrily, ITO be scatterin' you
money about in tina. sort OF way. D,
you s'pose you'll ever see it again?'
Il hope so, wife," said the old man
touching his placid horse gently with tn,
reins, and urging him into sort Of sleep,
iog.trst. 81 should be sorry to thini
there wasn't no truth in that bright
little black-eycd fellow. Give the worlG
a fair chance, that's all I've got to say
The blistering August sunshine va:
pouring into no. little garnet room in
one OF the most squalid and neglected pur,
lieus OF the town, where a brutal-lookinc
man was smoking short, black pipe, and
two or three boys lounged round hall
asleep. A hand organ stood up agains.
the wall, monkey dressed in soilcd red
rags sat chattering in the window, and
Nino' s accordion and thumbed tam.
BOURNE lay kear by; Sino himself, with
tear-staincd cheeks and heavy cyelids,
was cTouched in corner, wistfully watch.
ing the door, as ii to avail him self OF the
first chance that offered itself Tor escape.
There was 4 sort OF wild, weird beauty
about the boy, after nil, in spite OF his
swarthy cheeks and iorlorn UNIFORM OF
rays. His brow, overshallowed by thick,
black locks streaked with purp!eish
gloss and shine, was frank and open his
eyes were soft and liquid as 4 mountain
spring, and there were both spirit and
sweetness in the we|l.outlined curves Of
his mouth. Had Nino Barlani been the
offspring OF IN aristocratic lineage, be
would have been called handsome as a boy
Apollo; but alas rags and poverty and
blows are anything but beautifers, and
Nino had never known aught else in his
brief and sunless lie.
Presently the man knocked the ashes
from his pipe, and laid it down with .
vicious sldelong glance at the boy.
"So,you'd got fifty cents hid away, you
was goin' to g,nnmon me out OF, eli ~, he
demanded. "iou young wasabone, I'd
like to know what you meant by it,"
at was minen' sobbed the boy. !
earned it singin' under the great forks
windcrs after work hours was over.
gave You all l earned in the day time, I
did y 49, r
"Yoursm growled the man savagcly,
"therc ant nothin' is yours! YOU'RE
mine, and all YOU earn is mine; and ii
ever catch you up to any such a trick
again, I'll split your skull open for you.
Where are you goin' now? Sit down
again" 9.Hs
"Only out as far rs the Yves. 1andhill
TAVERN said Nino cntreatingly, as his
eyes marked the slow.creepiug tide OF
sunshine along the floor, that formed his
only substitute for clock.
: We'll, you won't do mo such thing!!"
said the man, evidently in most contrary
and quarrelsome mood. go back to
your corner again! do YOU hear? You're
not eoin' to stir out O. this aiore night, and
not then unless you behave yourself as
straight as q chalk-marlen' Fl
'l'll be back in ten minutes, sir; will,
indeed
"Hold your noisem brutally calculated
his irate keeper. 81 tell you you shan't
stir a peg; there now! Dave" to one OF
the other boys. s'give us light here ior
this pipe
Nino, watching his opportunity, as a
wild beast might watch for an escape IRON
its cage, gave forward dart just as the
man stopped over to rub his match against
the sole OF his boot. But he was scarcely
quick enough; his syrant seized him rude.
ly by the arm and slrns him across the
floor as il he Ind been : toy. He fell, his
temple striking against the leg OF rusty
iron bedstead that stood in the corner, and
lay there quiet insensible. S.
"Elcst ii don't think he's done for
dad" said one oi the hitherto impassive
spectators OF the scene, d boy OF thirteen
who was generally dressed up as wan.
derins Bayarian," with a tambourine and
bells.
Let him alone, I say" snarled the
father, TITS lesson as'li do him good T
And at the same moment the bell in The
old square tower OF the town clock struck
three!
81 told you he wouldn't be here, Paul!'
exultantly exclaimed Mrs. Parker, project
ing her keen gray eyes into every nook
and corner, around the dull street in IRON
OF The "Wcst-Landhill House OF Enter
taiument for Man and Heast."'' u knoweG
it! Nor what do you think OF your fine
honest boy 2" -
Paul Parker's countenance fell visibly
"l'm sorry for 1t, wiie-sorry from the
very bottom OF my heart. j somehow
thought he was diaerent'irom the common
loI Of 'em bat ! s'pose ] hadn't ought t,
expect much from man brought up il
the streets. Well, well, let's drive on!"
The ,slow.passing years had sprinklet
their. silver blossoms more plentiiully 0,
Paul Parker head, and ploushed deepe
lines in his wiie's face; the. little girl a
their tireside had grown into tall, hand
some young woman; and once more w
enter tie inner sanctum OF their lives. y
Its fathers step, mother" said Luc,
Parker. jumping up to open the door
well, father, what luck1 ",$s ~.
"Bad enough, dartcr," said old Paul
meekly shaking the powdcry fringe 0
snow from his overcoat. Motions dow
tag'in with ierer'n aser; bis wiie's poorly
and Bruce has had stroke, SO he can
work no more." 4 j., 3
sand they didn't pay you the money
Paul, you were fool for ever lending it !,
shricked the wife, shrilly. g And what ar,
We to do, with Lawyer Martin writin' an,
writin' for the money We owe him 2" f7
"We can do nothing, wife,
s."We shall be sold out at auction, nm,
die In poor house yeti Oh, Paul, VII,
didn't you pay moro heed to what
always kept tellin' you" KAY In
mot 80 bad as that, I hope" said til
| old man, clieerily, though the muscles q
lip and brow quivered. .-.S I. 4 "A
Father, is it St, John Martin, the Iced
street lawyer, to whom you owe thi
money 2" SIX i{52i;
Yes; what DO yon know about him
Not much father; but met his son 4
several parties last fall , and IL think,
you were to go there with me and tell hi1
i Just how it was, or write, even ''75i ~
no use, croaked Mrs. Parker, despair
! ingly;;" othcr folks an'tso ready to let i
o their money Us your iather is, Lucy Y
:S.still it's worth tryin' y said old Pau
4 hopefully, Wen write this very nigh