Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-02-24

Tony, in a quiet, weary tone, 81 could
not play. There is much IN us, Inn,
which may die out while we live on, )"
with long sigh,-''and l have work
ed only at shoes since"
He paused a moment and then con-
tlnued:
"Mrs. Wicks-- that was mothers
name then-lived in the house with "
and she looked afte- Sara and I.
When Sara was ten years old, mother
came in one morning looking very
severe. After she had arranged every
thing she said:
"Mr. Marshall You must get some
one else to do what L have been dom
ever since your wife died, and before,
! too, for that matter. Not that don't
want the money, or that | mind the
work, but She stopped and L asked
her what she meant. 'Well,' SAID she
to tell you the unvarnished truth, Mr..
Marshall, you are widower. l am
widow. The neighbors tciH talk
81 didn't know what to do, and l
told her so. You see, Tim, was used
| to mother She took the kindest care
of Adelaide, and l ALWAYS remember
tha-. You know how mother smooths
her dress, Tim, when she is saying any
thing very particular. Well she smooth
ed her dress, stopped little and then
said: We can fix it by getting mar
ried, Mr.. MarshallP
$50 she asked you, Uncle Tonyr''
said Tim opening his eyes very wide.
"Yes, Tim. 1 should never have
thought of but one kind of marriage.
Well, Tim, knew that Sara must have
a woman's care. That decided me.
You know, Tim, that mother means
well enough, but at times is little
wearing"
"Yes, Uncle Tony. and she's pretty
savin' always"
"Just so, Tim. Well, she couldn't
understand Sara, and as Sara grew Older
mother wanted her to wash dishes,
mend stockings and sew, and, as she
said be like other girls Sara could no
more do these things, Tim, than lark
could draw a plough. You should have
seen her perch herself on my bench, Tim
and then heard her sing. How she
could singI There never was another
such throat.
"The summer Sara was thirteen, an
Italian singer took apartments in the
house. Many musicians came to see
him, and Sara was with them a great
deal. She was born songstress, Tim,
She had the genius which her father
missedi
"One morning after the singer had
moved away, found Sara gone. In a
little note TO me, she sad she had gone
away to study and be great singer;
that she loved me better than all the
world; and that she would come back
for me, her dear little father-that is
what she always called me, Finland
make us all happy and proud; and that
l was to be always sure she was very
good and was working hardr' The old
mans voice had a sad little tremble in
1t as he added, "And that was eight
years agon'
s'And it was in New York, wasn't
it?''
Yes, Tim; Sara had been gone al
most a year when we came here"
You found me in New York, didn't
you, Uncle Tony?"
"Yes. Tim, fast asleep in packing
box with your triangle in your hand. y
"Do you know, Uncle Tony. that |
always like to have my triangle will!
me. 1t makes me feel close to my mot'.
er. She used to sing to me kinder clear
and wailin' like, but so sweetl All
about old Ireland; and when play my
| triangle it seems as if l was a hearin'
her. She bought me the triangle cause
it was all she could afford, and l liked
music so. She took care of me real
tender, Uncle Tony as long as she
| lived"
'"And when she died your drunken
father put you In the streetP"
"Yes, and l am awful glad he did.
| If he hadn't you wouldn't have found
me-"
"And, Tim, you and the triangle has
brought music back to me-"
So these two, on whom the ills OF
life had indeed fallen heavily, were
thankful and content. 1t is only when
misfortune is met with resentment and
lament that she is developed into hag-
gard misery or vice.
They were now In the central part OF
the city. As they approached the the
atre they found themselves born along
by the crowding throng, up to the bril-
liantly lighted entrance, and on through
into the handsome auditorium, which
was already crowded.
The usher looked at them doubtfully
as he took their tickets, which he ex
amlned with great care.
Anthony Marshall would never have
thought of going to the opera in any
other but dress coat. His was OF bot
tie green cloth. The waist-llne had
been gradually rising with his increas.
ing weight and size during the twenty
years which had passed since it wa
made, until now it gave his figure 9
very peculiar proportion. The half
circle of fine gray hair below his balt
crown was brushed carefully from th,
back, SO that it just peeped over eact
ear. With his glass in his eye, and hi.
lf-possessed, gentle bearing, his ap
pearance was most quaint and unusua
and as he and the misshapen, roughly
clad handsome-faced boy passed dowI
through the brilliant audience of ele
gantly dressed men and women o
fashion, to the very best seats in th'
house, they attracted an attention
which even the ringing-in of the orches
ira did not divert from them.
The curtain rose, discovering FduS
in his lonely studio, victim Of disap.
pointment and despair.
Tim and Uncle Tony followed will
bated breath each note. When Mar
querite at her wheel was revealed t,
Faust, hesitating. anxious attention
came into Anthony Marshall's face
and he took his glass from his eye and
wiped it carefully. As the opera ad
vanced and Marguerite sang, "Hov
Strange'tis to Me, the old man grasp
ed Tins arm, and whispered:
isn't 1t like her, Timp Isn't it lik
the daguerreotype?-eh, Tim?"
Tim looked i'll a startled way, first a
the old man, and then at the stage, ant
replied softly: