The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-04-30

cooky." cried Mr.. LSown. in glee.
Henry lost every cent he had. and II
was the death Of him, too. lie didn't
owe you any thing" he added. with
an anxious pucker Of his wrinkle
| face.
| "Oh, not penny-not q penny"
And You hadn't heard he was
dead, " the old man continued. He
been dead femme sect must lie
nigh onto -four year"
! Pour years next month";" put il the
girl softly. She was helping her aunt
10 clear the table. and the stranger j
eyes followed her trim figure as II
fitted to and from a cupboard.
did you have any thing in particu-
lar TO say 10 poor Henry?' Mrs. Brown
asked, pausing with salt cellar in one
hand. a vinegar cruct in the other.
mo, happened to be here. and
thought would look him up. Ihad--
rather lost sight of him."
I'VE have all lost sight Of him. said
the old man, solemnly. '.but / guess
III see him afore long. am most
eighty. sir"
Now, pa, don't you begin such talk, y
broke in his wife.
| He shook his head.
II am just sitting here waiting for
death, Elizabeth. and there is no use
trying to git around il. / amt so pious
as to want to be an angel right of.
either" he added. with twinkle in his
eyes; land never was much Of hand
at music. so ain I sure how I'll man
| age a harp. though 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 flute.
Mr.. Gray seemed at loss for words.
The young girl drew nearer to him and
said:
Il had not seen my father for year
before he died, and he died away from
home. Tell me something about him. 7
A hush Of shame famed up in the
gentleman face as he looked into her
beseeching eyes.
II don't know what to tell YOU" he
said. gently.
Henry was always unlucky." Mr..
Brown remarked. First he invented
a patent tack hammer. and then he was
book agent for spell a book
agent?" he asked. suddenly turning to
his guest.
II am lawyer
"Oh. a LAWYER" Mr.. Brown strok ed
his beard. 'Well. Henry want a
lawyer, but he was pretty much every
thing else. 'Twa'n't no use. though.
I{A Ua hn a -
rs all-thcre was six Of us boys-and
he just went ahead. losing money
the cheerfulcst Of anybody ever see.
Soon as he got any he got rid OF it
right Of. He was lovablc fellow. had
friend on every corner. but too confid-
ing. When he hadn't any thing else
to do. he 4 indorse; il gave him pleas
ure to 60 on paper. Then at one time
he rel lily was quite rich''-here the old
man rosein sudden wrath and he went
and lent four thousand dollars to the
meancst scamp on the face o the earth,
and he didn't bother about security.
either. No. il was all betwixt friends.
though ! say TO him that Tom Hallow
was the"
''Who?" asked the stranger. sharply.
Thomas Hallow? Know him? know
him well.
The old man sank back in his chair.
"Thcn Won know darned scopndrel. =
he mustered. His wife looked at him.
rcproachfully, which reused his ire.
Yes. sir. darned scoundrel." he
shouted. lie rich. rolling in wealth.
and Hattie amt got penny. and il
was her father who gave him a start.
and il he had any gizzard hed pay her
the four thousand dollars her father
loaned him loaned him, Give him,
He knows were all poor. but what
does he care il some folks up here in
Pillowvillc have to scrimp and save
long as he has got all he wants, He is
scoundrcl. and Sou can tell him !
said So"
lie looked at his guest whose eyes
were shining bright.
~ will tell him." he said. hotly,
s'and will tell him agree with YOU
GOOD for you,'' cried Mr.. Brown.
al his wrath vanishing At once.
"Now, pa, you simmer down." said
his wife.
She and her niece joined in the con-
versation. which wandered of in a
pleasanter channel. II was not much
that the girl said, but her words were
spoken with a frank smile and be-
traycd her mother wit. When the
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."
II don't wonder at it," he returned.
and he whispered. too. 1T is debt
Of honor would pay it il died do
ing IL"
she looked up in his face with visit
full admiration.
If he were only like YOU" she ex-
claimed.
do you want the money 80 much?'
he asked as one asks an engaging child
II she Graves particularly fascinating
doll, She shot another quiet, upward
glance at him.
'Ah." she answered; "you would
not ask that II you had ever been
poor
In room furnished in haphazard.
elegant fashion. with windows looking
out on Fifth avenue. q portly man Of
middle age was brushing bis mxuriant
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