The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-05-05


"And lost something. I'll oct a
cooky," cried Mr. Blown, in glee.
'Henry lost every cent he had, and It
was the death of him. too. He didn't
owe you any thingp' he added, with
an anxious quicker of his wrinkled
face.
''Oh, not a penny-not a penny"
'And you hadn't heard he was
dead, the old man continued. Hes
been .dead-lemme sect must be
nigh onto four year"
"Four, years next month";" put in the
girl softly. She was helping her aunt
to clear the table, and the strangers
eyes followed her trim figure as it
fitted to and from cupboarV.
did you have any thing in particu-
lar to say to poor Henryp" Mrs. Brown
asked. pausing with a salt cellari in one
hand. avinegar crlet in the other.
mo, ] happened to be here, and l
thought l would look him up. Ihad-
rather lost sight of him."
1--WE have all lost sight of him, said
the old man, solemnly, 'but l guess
I'll see him afore long. l am most
eighty, sir" " "a
Now, pa, don't you begin such talk"
broke in his wife. q N -H
. He shook his head. I'D Asssf
81 am just sitting here waiting for
death, Elizabeth, and there is no use
trying to git around it. l amt so pious
as to want to be an angel right off,
either" he added, with twinkle in his
eyes; land l never was much of hand
at music, SO amt sure how I'll man.
age harp, though l used to play the
flute when was young. Hattie there,
now she's in training. She sings in the
choir already; and Henry, he's practic-
ing on the mouth-organ. In days O
youth prepare for death. Pity | give
up the finite. 4 4 4 7
Mr.. Gray seemed at loss for words.
The young girl drew nearer to him and
said:
II had not seen my father for year
before he died, and he died away from
home. Tell me something about him. y
A flush of shame famed up in the
gentleman's face as he looked into her
beseeching eyes.
II don't know what to tell you," he
said, gently. E5g q
Henry was always unlucky," Mr..
Brown remarked. First he invented
patent tack hammer, and then he was
book agent for aspell-You book
agent9' he asked, suddenly turning to
his guest. y
II am lawyer a---e--
"Oh, a lawyer Mr.. Brown stroked
his beard. 'Well, Henry want a
lawyer, but he was pretty much every
thing else. 'Twa'nt no use, though.
He was the youngest and smartest of
us all-there was six OF us boys-and
he just went ahead, losing money
the cheerfulest of anybody l ever see.
Soon as he got any he got rid of it
right of. He was alovable fellow, had
a friend on every corner, but too contid-
ing. When he hadn't any thing else
to do, he'd indorse; it gave him pleas
ure to 60 on paper. Then at one time
he reilly was quite rich"-here the old
man rose in sudden wrath land he went
and lent four thousand dollars to the
meanest scamp on the face o the earth,
and he didn't bother about security,
either. No, it was all betwixt friends,
though | say to him that Tom Hallow
was the"
"Whop" asked the stranger. sharply.
Thomas Hallow? Know himp know
him WELL"
The old man sank back in his chair.
"Then you know darned scoundrel,"
he muttered. His wife looked at him,
reproachfully, which reused his ire.
Eyes, sir, a darned scoundrel," he
shouted. HE rich, rolling in wealth,
and Hattie amt got a penny, and il
was her father who gave him start,
and if he had any gizzard he'd pay hel
the four thousand dollars her father
loaned him--lOaned him! Give him
He knows we're all poor, but what
does he care if some folks up here in
Pillowville have to scrimp and save
long as he has got all he wants! He il
scoundrel, and you can tell him
said So"
He looked at his guest whose eyes
were shining bright. -. .I,.
~ will tell him." he said. holly
"and will tell him agree with you.
GOOD for your cried Mr.. Brown
all his wrath vanishing at once.
Now, pa, you simmer down." sale
his wife.
She and her niece joined in the con
versatiOn, which wandered off in ,
pleasanter channel. 1t was not mucl
that the girl said, but her words wer'
spoken with frank smile and be
trayed her mother wit. When tn
guest took his leave she followed hin
to the door. ...
"You must not mind what my incl,
said," she whispered. "He is yer,
bitter against MIR. Hallow." .aag
81 don't wonder at it," he returned
and he whispered. too. ut is a deb
of honor. would pay it if l died do
ing it."
She looked up in his face with wist
full admiration.
If he were only like you," she ex
claimed. ........
do you want the money so much?'
he asked as one asks an engaging chill,
if she Graves particularly fascinatin;
doll, She shot another quiet, upwar'
glance at him.
"Ah," she answered.; "you woul
not ask that if you had ever bee
poor" -. .-es
TaN{s{T.
ms room furnished in haphazard
elegant fashion, with windows lookin
out on Fifth avenue, a portly man o
J middle age was brushing his luxurian
whiskers, when someone tapped O
: the door of the adjoining parlor. ~
"COme in" cried ont the nortl