Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-02-24
ANTHONY MARSHALLS
DAUGHTER.

obscure street. IN an outlying porlloii
of one of our great cities, stood low
frame house. A narrow walk eXten-
ded along the alley from the street TO
the side door of this house, above which
hung on frame, swinging and ereak-
ing in the high March wind, a sign
upon which could be read from the
street,
ANTHONY MARSHALL, SHOEMAKER.
In smaller letters beneath was an
nounced the fact that repairing was
neatly and promptly done. The repair
Ing was really Anthony Marshall's bus
mess. He had taken up the trade of a
shoemaker late in life, and he had
never risen in it above mending what
others made.
In one corner of the small room which
was his shop, stood little old-fashion-
ed melodeon. On one side of the me-
lodeon were two violins. On the other
a yiolencello and large improyised
rack which was full of worn music.
On the wall above these was an excel
lent old engraving Of Beethoven be-
meath this was large-siZed daSuerreo'
tvpe in a homemade frame of cones.
representing when you were just in
the right light, young girl of perhaps
twelve years, with broad fulI brow,
great, questioning, velvety eyes, wide
smiling, joyous mouth, and urn,
square little chin, softened by just the
suggestion of a dimple. Suspended
from the same hook which held this
portrait hung a girls hat, battered and
worn, the broad band of which still
held a large, faded red rose, and bunch
Of withered green leaves.
Between where the instrument stood
and door leading into the front part
of the house, was small bench FOL
light carpentering. On the other side
of the door was an open cupboard OF
shelves. containing piles of newspapers
a strap such as newsboys use IN carry
ing their packages securely from tht
newspaper offices to their beats,
several piles of unopened shoe backing
two shoe brushes. and four trlangles Oh
a shelf by themselves, ranged along
neatly in the order Of their different
sizes.
Near the one window which looked
out on the alley TO the south, anC
through the small, uncurtaihed pane:
of which the sun was streaming, sal
ANTHONY Marshall on the round leath-
ern seat of his shoemaker's bench.
"When other lips and Other
hearts, ,'-sang Anthony Marshall.
ssRat-tat-tat-tat- rams
his broad little hammer.
"sTheir taleS-of love- u
ssRat-tatln went the hammer.
"'Shall tell, -"
The old man laid the hammer ON the
bench at his side, pushed his spectacle:
upon his bald head, and Bent over the
bows coarse shoe he was half-solIng
with the peculiar close gaze of the neal
sighted. Taking up his thin, SHARP
knife, he proceeded to trim of the bat
tered heads of the pegs; while, will
his under lip closed tightly over the
upper, he hummed through to ITS Close
the air which he had begun While he
was driving home the pegs.
His voice was a tribe thin, and bad
tie occasional quaver peculiar to old
age: but there was in the undertOne
singing and humming of ''And you'll
remember me-" a fine touch of finish
and expression; while now and again
there was a note so pure, so sweet, Sc
thrilling, that the mOultlng canary IN
the little cage hanging in the sun. stop
ped the dainty arrangement OF Its
feathers, and with smoothed plumage
and swelling throat, gave forth little
thrills in emulation.
An irregular, hurrying step turned
from the street down the little walk
along the alley. The shop door was
opened quickly, but quietly, and the
old shoemaker raised a surprised, Ques-
tioning face to greet a lad, who, with
an eager, out-of-breath, 'Oh, Uncle
Tony" thrust himself with sidelong
jerk into the room. The boy was lame
and miSshapen.
The old man raised his finger, with a
warning glance toward the inner door.
The lads bright face fell little, as
he asked:
us she very particular to-day I'm
Gle Tony?"
''Ratter particular Tim,'' he said
with side turn of his head. But why
are you at homer"
"Such luckl such news, Uncle Tonyl'
A cold, gray color swept over the old
mans face. With drawn brow and
lips, and anxious eyes, he started up
overturning in his agitation, the clamps
with great crash; and dropping the
Shoe he was mending, he exclaimed, a:
ne reached both Of his poor old hands
toward the daguerreotype;
lin! Timl have you found-found
hei. Heard anything of Sara, Timp"
All OF the bright light faded from
tne boys face, as he shook his head
slowly, and said, sadly:
Not that, Uncle Tony; not so good
as thatl But then, Uncle Tony, my
news is real good-commou good, YOU