The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1885-04-19

strange voice and an assumption OF bravery that
breke down in an enraged groan at the last quaver
Mildred flashed him plying look out OF her sweet
happiness that ne shivered TO as he rsuhed ont
When once IN the open air he drew long breath.
"Ill save myself from ever being called dog
thrown overheard, and prove TO Taylor clayton, and
the whole crowd that Il wasn't this game that was
after"
Ills chagrIn carried him down tho steps quickly,
gnawlng his mustache in thought. Then he drew a
longer breath, and dashed around the corner before
his resolution could cool. Wnen II did he had al
ready. preclpaicd his Christmas offer OF himself
Into Miss Cora Dcanc's willing acceptance, who In
dashng, stylish siege had wagcd war for years upon
his hardened Indifference.
Christmas morning dawned the most charming OF
days Like oil the others that had ever gaddencd
the earh II arose TO warm, to bless to resurrect the
human heart from the dull routine OF customary se-
fishnoss.
The Carson bell had been ringing necessarily; at
least II seemed 80 to Hannah, the housemaid, who
now answered II with temper a tribe impaired. II
was small German boy who stood on the upper
s,ep, VINO o hal awakened the vigorous peal. light
heaueu lau, OF an appearance usually very common
place. now rendered much worse 10y a frightened
confused manner
Z" want TO see the young ady,"h he exclaimed in
distress and trying to push into the vesiibulc.
you can't said Hannah, soury, thinking 1t some
by no means wholly because that same mistress was
delightfully."- occupied in the recepiion-room that she
desired 10 save her an interruption. Even house
maids feet can tire; beside, this was a boy grimy
and common
"Go away" she added, sharply, cssaying to shut
the door.
al amt gon' to-" cried the boy loggedy.
This tinic he did pass the maid, which incensed her
so that she caught his shonlder and shook 1t
"You dirty creature, youn she began in passion.
"l'll teach You TO sauce me-"
AT this the German lad gave vent TO loud, ndig.
sweet voice called:
"what is 1t, Hannah let the child IN
IT'S an ugly boy, Miss Mildred" cried the house
maid, in huT sand he pushes into the house, and
won't go out when tell him."
brilliant bunch OF Jacqueminots ut her belt caught
ms eye, and he became more confused than ever.
"rve forgot the name, but twas 1913 Camden ave-
nue., twas, sure; lostit-I-I-hung on behind, and
he lriy off, and couldn't catch up, and-and-'
Poor Joe coua &c, no further AL his past
the honsemaid glared at him and wiped the hand
that had shaken him from all contamination on her
.You lost lt-and couldn't catch upcn repeated
Mildred in bewlidcrment "What do you mean,
poor BOY? stop anu think bit. No one Is going to
~ Amt" declared the boy. "'cause that's been
DONE wiplng on the tears with the back Of his
went home and told But lost it, and tH' want ht' to
give back the half dollar"
happy smile, ms II life's hewdermens could not be
solved for her. and she drew him into the reception
room.
Joe took down his hand from his fearful eyes
enough to stumble over the rich rug as he entered
the apartment; Then the light German optics
"Why that's the fe!ler that give 1t to me- he cried.
THE mystery deepens," exclaimed Mildred, in
do"
"My dear young friend" said the tall, dark
bearded purchaser of the Jaclueminots getting up
from the sofa to advance on the lad, and waving his
hand toward the velvety bunch noddng In the small
glrdle. 81 am Indebted to You beyond any amount
Of payment. see. although unfortunately cannot
clear up the mystery. In other words, thank you
all the same for getting the box here"
VI didn't" declared Joe stoutly, "and I'll give
back the half dollar, with much Juggling at his
trousers pocket and spasmodlc grmacc of face.
"Where did you last leave the box?" cried Mr..
Clayton "We'll unravel 1t, dear, to the dewy-eyed
girl beside him.
i catched on behind carriage" said Joe re-
morsefully, and producing the half dollar, which he
struck out toward his questioner, and the man
whipped up and lung me, and then driv Off with the
box couldn't catch up" he added, with pang at
the memory.
mildred" the tall, dark-eyed man gathered her
and the Jacqueninots up with his arm, F" thanks to
Joe and John whitman, my poor offer found you.
really think, dear, we shall have TO take this boy
with us to accomplish our errands. Beside Colorado
needs him. 1t is just such material as will be run.
ming for Congress in score of rs."-Bosion
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