The daily herald. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1886-1887, 1886-11-18

Wellp said she, opening tho back rea
door, whore the old man stood, 'what can
do for your Cook tells me you are III
and hungry and want work.
ayes, miss" said the old bundle of tat
ters, in low, trembling tones.
"What is the matter with youYp and
Maggie's voice was full Of sympathy.
ooh, nothing but the rheumatic Pve
had it all winter. It's all ] can do to take
a step. But for the love of mercy give me
mouthful to eat; I'm almost starved"
"Come into the kitchen and well see
what we can do for you. Cook, get him a
warm cup of coffee and whatever you
have got good to eat Wouldn't you like
to wash your face and handsY
"Oh, yes ma'am, If you pleage," replied
the beggar. 81 was trying to put in some
coal for the folks below, but was obliged
to leave it; hadn't got the strength"
Maggie with her own hands placed a
basin of water, soap and towels before
him; poured out his coffee, and set the
chair to the kitchen table.
"Now eat just as much as you can, y
said she, filling his plate.
"How much coal did you put in for the
family below"
"Oh, about tom
"Well, and didn't they pay you fol
that?"
ooh, no. ma'am," he replied. "How
could | expect it when l didn't do as !
agreed tor"
swell, that man deserves hanging. I'd
take my affidavit that it was a man who
made that bargain with you, and allowed
you, hungry and sick, to leave without
being paid; no woman would ever serve
human being so scurvy trick"
The old man pressed his hand to his
face moment, and then replied:
yes, my dear miss, It was man; but
then there are very few like you in the
worldn
"That's So" she replied, and burst into
q hearty laugh. every few like me, in
deedl You wouldn't believe now that |
hate beggars, would your That have no
patience with anybody who is poor, i'll or
UNFORTUNATELY Oh, pshaw, what in the
world am ! talking aboutP Why, bless
my soul, good man. you haven't eaten
enough to keep mouse alive. Now tell
me about this rheumatism. Where does
1t trouble your
"In my knee, miss" and the old man
again hid his face in his hands.
go to my closet" said she to the serv-
ant, "and bring me that big bottle of lini-
ment. I'll give them good rubbing my
self, and then you can take the bottle
home and battle them two or three times
day. rheumatism must be terrible"
Bridget returned with the desired arti-
Gle Maggie took her seat on the floor.
ooh, no, miss" said the beggar,
strange tremor in his voice; al can not
permit that"
"Why, you old goose" said Maggie,
laughing, 81 can do it more good in five
minutes than you can do yourself in an
hour. am used to these things. I've o
dozen on my sick list now, for whom /
have to perform just. such Offices. What
are our hands made for, If they are not to
do good with? Come, don't be foolish"
"Maggiel Maggiel Msggiel" and in the
twinkling of an eye the old gray wig,
whiskers and eyebrows were removed,
and Harvey Crittenden, his face irradi-
ated with joy, love, and peculiar soul
satisfaction which Maggie had never seen
there before, confronted her.
Maggie was like one stunned for mo-
ment, but quickly rallied, and as soon as
she could find breath between the kisses
showered upon her remarked, saucily:
"Humphl Don't you suppose knew it
was you all the timer Just doing 1t to
show off, that's all"
But good, genuine burst of tears told
different story, and Maggie clasped
fondly in her lovers arms, sobbed out her
JOY and repentance. Maggie is now
wife, but an allusion to the rheumatism
or bottle Of liniment is quite sufficient
to send her blushing from the om.-New
York Daily News