The Penn's Grove record., 1886-02-20

with a long sigh,-''and Ihave work
ed only at shoes since"
He paused a moment and then con.
tinued:
'Mrs. Wicks-- that was mothers
name t~hen-liYed in the house with US,
and she looked after Sara and l.
When Sara was ten years old, mother
same in II morning looking very
severe. After she had arranged every
thing she said:
"Mr. Marshall you must get some
one else to do what | have been dom
ever since your wife died, and before,
too, for that matter. Not that l don't
want the money, or that l mind the
work, but She stopped and | asked
her what she meant. 'Well,' said she
to tell you the unvarnished truth, Mr..
Marshall, you are a widOwer. l am a
widow. The neighbors uiH talk
81 didn't know what to do, and !
told her so. You see, Tim, l was used
to mother. She took the kindest care
of Adelaide, and l ALWAYS remember
that. You know how mother smooths
her dress, Tim, when she is saying any
thing very particular. Well she smooth
ed her dress, stopped a little and then
said: we can fix it by getting mar
ried, Mr.. Marshall!'"
$50 she asked y6tt, Uncle Tony2n
said Tim opening his eyes very wide.
Eyes, Tim. l should never have
thought of but one kind of marriage.
Well, Tim, 1 knew that Sara must have
a woman's care. That decided M.
You know, Tim, that mother means
well enough, but at times is a little
wearing.n
Eyes, Uncle Tony, and she's pretty
sayin' 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 a lark
could draw a plough. Yon shOuld have
seen her perch herself on my bench, Tim
and then heard her sing, How she
could sing! There never was another
such a throat.
"The summer Sara was thirteen, al
Italian singer took apartments III the
hGase. Many musicians came TO see
him, and Sara was with them a great
deal. She was a born %songstress, Tim,
She had the genius which her father
missed
"One morning after the singer had
moved away, l found Sara gone. In a
little note to me, she SAID she had gone
away to study and be a great singer;
that she loved me better than all the
world; and that she would come back
for mn hnr 1aor 1ittln fafhlr fhof &c
what she always called me, Finland
make us all happy and proud; and that
| was to be always sure she was very
good and was working hard!n Hhe old
mans voice had a sad little tremble in
1t as he added, "And that was eight
years agol'
And it was in New York, wasn't
it?"
Yes, Tim; Sara had been gone al
most year when we came here"
you found ne in New York, didn't
you, Uncle Tony?"
eyes. Tim, fast asleep in 4 packing
box with your triangle in your hand"
"Do you know, Uncle Tony, that |
always like to have my triangle with
me. 1t makes me feel close to my moth
Ell. She used to sing TO me kinderclea
and wallin' like, but so sweet All
about old Ireland; and when | play my
triangle it seems as if | was a hearin'
her. She bought me the triangle cause
it was all she could afford, and | 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 street?"
Eyes, and l am awfdl 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 bag
gard misery or wee.
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 brill
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-
ahmed with great care.
Anthony Marshall would never AVE
thought of going to the opera in any
other but a 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 was
made, until now it gave his figure a
very peculiar proportion. The half
circle of fine gray hair below his bald
crown was brushed carefully from the
back, so that it just peeped each
ear. With his glass III his eye, and his
self possessed, gentle bearing, his ap
pearance was most quaint and unusual
and as he and the misshapen, roughly
clad handsome-faeed boy passed down
through the brilliant audience of ele-
gantly dressed men and women of
fashion, to the very best seats in the
house, they attracted an attention
which even the ringing-in of the orches-
ira did not divert from them.
IhC bGlb1th lOoCY oloSpNNAAAS NNot
in his lonely studio, a victim Of disap-
pointmelt and despair.
Tim and Uncle Tony followed with
bated breath each note. When Mar
querits at her wheel was revealed to
Faust, a h~esitating, 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, "How
Strange'tis to Me" the old mar grasp
ed Tins arm, and whispered:
isn't 1t like her, TimY ISI'ri it like
the daguerreotype?-eh, TimS"
Tim looked i'll a startled way. first at
the old man, and then at the stage, and
replied softly:
"Why, she is some like it, sure
sure"
SIN the Jewel scene' the old mans
suppressed excitement grew intense,
and he exclaimed in a ~quivering whis-
per:
Tim, if it isn't her, it is cruelty,
cruelty like herl And, Tim, it certainly,
"a l.