St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-22
A TOUCHING INCIDENT.
One of the affecting Scenes Sometimes Wit
nessed TN the Metropolis.

One of the affecting Scenes Sometimes Wit
messed TN the Metropolis.
New York Sun.
A pathetic scene occurred few nights ago
at a notorious uptown resort. 1t was lit
tie girl pleading with her father.
"Wont you come home now, father,
please!n she said. Her voice was low and
childish, and the sweet, upturned face was
pale and quivering with some hardly sup
pressed emotion-but the man toward whom
the appeal aud agony were directed took lit
tie notice of either.
"Why do you bother me?" he said. i'm
patiently. SEQ home. I'll come when Pm
ready" and regaining with an effort his IN
certain balance, he left her.
The girl looked after him wistfully, then,
as his form was lost to her view in the
crowded room. with deep, desparing sigh
she turned and left the place. Outside the
electric lights streamed full upon her slender
figure as she hesitated moment before de-
scending the steps. One or two policemen
lettering near eyed her curiously, and some
men hurrying in gave her quick question
ING glance, but no one molested or spoke to
her, and slowly she went out from the glare
and dazzle into the darker street beyond.
The night was cold and stormy. An icy
sleet was falling, driven in every direction
bp the capricious and fitful wind gusts, and
the few pedestrians who were abroad hurried
on their way, anxious 70 gain shelter. The
girl alone appeared unconscious of the dis
comforts of the weather. The rain beat upon
her, the fierce wind met her with a force
against which she staggered, but she did not
heed them. With doubtful purpose she
walked slowly on, turning back once or
twice to look again at the place whence she
had just come, until as the clock from a
neighboring tower indicated TO her how late
the hour she stopped altogether.
$50 late, "she murmured "Oh | can
not 90 home without mm;'' and now she
turned swiftly and retraced her steps. She
paused not moment on the threshold; evil
IDENTITY she feared her own resolution. The
doors yielded instantly to her touch, and
once more she looked over the scene whose
light and warmth aud comfort were as little
to her az the wind and rain outside. Her
searching glance soon found out her father;
for the moment be was standing alone, and
his daughter felt she had one more chance.
Rapidly she gained his side.
Father, dear father" she began, speak
you here. l cannot face mamma without
you, she has waited 80 many nights for your
homecoming, and the hours are 80 weary
without you. Oh! fafher,'' the child went
on, gathering up all her energies, as she saw
that her listener was half Bleeding her words.
''break away from this wretcbed place,come
back 10 your HON e and mamma and me;
we love you so dearly we cannot live with
out you. and oh! it is all so different DOW
from what it used to be-" Tie childish voice
was breaking. ''Such a little time ago We
were all so happy" Here sob almost
choked her. she slipped Der clinging fingers
into the unreseDting band Of the man who
staggered at her side. ''Come back to US,
father; come home with me now" and the
tears, no longer within her power 10 restrain,
eoursed down her pale cheeks az she lifted
her face to him, holding his gaze with her
wistful, pleading eyes.
The mans features worked convulsiyely;
he looked about him once half desperately;
then some better feeling swept over him, and,
Strengthening himself up, he said brokenly:
81 will 90 with you, Jennie,' and clasping
close the hand Of his little daughter, az If
Ia Il frail guide were his chief support, the
two together vent out from the light and
glare and dazzle Of the roller-skatipg rink
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