West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1886-05-14

lar 10 say TO poor Henry? Mrs. Brown
asked, pausing with salt cellar i'm one
hand, n vinegar cruct in the other
mo, | happened 20 be here. and /
thought would look him up. had
rather lost sight of him.. >"
1--WE have all lost sight of him, " said
the old man, solemnly, but | guess
Ill see him afore long. am most
eighty, sir. "
Now, pa, don't you begin such talk, -
broke in his wife.
He shook his head.
81 am just sitting here waiting for
death, Elizabeth, and there is no use
trying to git around IT, / amt go pious
as TO want to be an angel right of.
either" he added, with twinkle i'm his
eyes; land | never was much OF a hand
at music. so l amt sure how I'll man
age harp, though used TO play the
hute when | was young. Hattie there,
now she s in training. She sings in the
choir a ready; and Henry, he's practic-
ing on the mouth-organ. In days o.
youth prepare for death. Pity ] give
up the flute.
Mr.. Gray seemed at loss for words.
The young girl drew nearer to him and
said
II had not seen my father for wear
before he died, and he died away from
home. Tell me something about him. -
A flush of shame famed up i'm the
gentleman's face as he looked into her
beseeching eyes.
81 don't know what to tell YOU" he
said. gently.
Henry was always unlucky," Mr..
Brown remarked. First he invented
L.,
book agent for "A spell You book
agentP' he asked, suddenly turning TO
his guest.
IL am a lawyer"
"Oh, lawyer" Mr.. Brown strok ed
his beard. ''Well, Henry want IA
lawyer, but he was pretty much every
thing else. 'Twa'n't 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 | ever see.
Soon as he got any he got rid of il
right of. He was lovable fellow, had
friend on every corner, but too coniid-
ing. When he hadn't any thing else
to do, he'd indorse; it gave him pleas
IRE to go on paper. Then at one time
he reilly was quite richn-here the old
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 HallowP Know him? know
him we'll"
The old man sank back in his chair.
Then you know n darned scoundrel, -
he mu:t@-2d His wife looked at him,
eproachfully, which reused his ire.
Yes, sir, darned scoundrel," he
shouted. HE rich, rolling in wealth,
and Hattie amt got penny, and it
was her father who gave him a start,
and II he had any gizzard he'd pay her
the four thousand dollars her father
loaned him--loaned himl Give him
lie knows we're all poor, but what
does he care if some folks up here in
Pulowville have TO scrimp and save
long as he has got all he wants! He is
scoundrel, and you can tell him |
said so. -
He looked at his guest whose ewes
were shining bright
81 will tell him." he said, hotlv,
u.
Good for youm cried Mr. Brown.
all his wrath vanishing at once.
Now, pa, you simmer down." said
his wife
She and her niece Joined i'm the CON
versation, which wandered off i'm n
pleasanter channel. 1t was not much
that the girl said, but her words were
spoken with a frank smile and be-
tTDWah Al.
guest took his leave she followed him
TO the door.
You must not mind what my uncle
said she whispered. He is very
bitter against Mr.. Hallow."
Il don't wonder at it," he returned.
and he whispered. too "It is a debt
of honor. / would pay it if died do
ing it"
She looked up in his face with visit
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 child
if she Graves a particularly fascinating
| doll She shot another quiet. upward
| glance at him.
'Ah. she answered; you would
not ask that if you had ever been
| poor.
In room furnished in haphazard.
| elegant fashion, with windows looking
out ON Fifth avenue. a portly man OF
middle age was brushing his luxuriant
! whskers, when someone TAPPED OH
the door Of the adjoining parlor
Come in cried out the portly
man. and dropping his oval brushor he
turned 20 greet his caller well.
White. what brings you mere so early?''
And the caller, who had been GRAY.
IN Pillowville and was White i'm New
York, answered straightway:
The moneyJoU owe 10 dead man.
Tom Hallow.
Mr. Hallow's heavy jaw fell. at.
come at last he exclaimed II al.
ways knew you would end in p lunatic
asylum.
Henry Brown is dead. Mr.. GRAY.
White continued. taking no notice ot
this, land his daughter &. pennilcss
" you want me TO think that YOU ar,
a gentleman you will send her check
tomorrow for the $1,000 ave, and
the interest ON it, that her father lent
you when You we're poor
"Whew, and are you her counselor.
is she fair 20 look upon, this dead man,
daughters?