The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-08-10

me swallow q plate Of soup at the cabi'
net-makers,"
Sometimes she went thus iortwo days,
not q mouthiul OF food passing her lips,
But what matterH he should have his
punchinelloI
During three months she economical
after this fashion, and day before yester-
day, In the morning, she had in all nine
francs and three sous,
sat least ten francs she thought, u
must have at least ten francs, Seventeen
sous yet which l must procure before TO-
morrow"
That day Mother Antoine's lad was a
great deal worse, All, after the fifty
days Of winter just passed, you see how
low this suffering little angel must be,
The poor have not been able To- give
much TO the old woman, they are dying
OF cold and hunger themselves. More
tatters must be sold, Three meager por-
tons OF bread and a little wood Is all
that remains in the house,
But the little one Is so low, SO low that
he can swallow nothing. Then what
good ia the bread to-day, For heF2 Let
that 20, And Tomorrow Tomorrow
will take care Of ITSELF what Is i%ndispen-
sable at this moment Is more than
n%ourishment, It Is the punGhinello, II
he had It now in his trembling arms
surely he would get well.
"Oh, how pretty heWasl' moanedt the
child, ~rallying q little, and his eyes d.
lated, his noStrils, pinched with suffer-
ing, palpitated suddenly. A flush over
spread his white face, life came into his
pale lips. Life, yes, lltel Surely he
will live II his dream Is realized.
"Oh, how pretty he was"
II am going out to buy 1t for you, I
am going at once"
"What, the punchinello2"
ayes, the plnChinellO."
"Then we are rich, granny2"
eyes, dearle, look" And she shows
him the ten francs and two sous. II was
all In coppers, suCha great pile OF them.
The little fellow Claps his hands, "0h,
ruA quickly, run quickly granny don't
DO long"
She sets out No, she will not be long.
With her old, weak legs she makeswhat
haste she can TO a neighbours, there to
sell her bread and wood, the last she has.
ut IL TO buy a remedy for my laddlc,"
she explained, And she spoke the
truth, 1t was indeed a remedy that she
sought,
Ten irancsl AT last she has them. She
has lost almost half an hour for that, but
no matter, she has them. How she bur.
RES along in spite OF the nuMbness, aud
the cold which freezes her bones, for abe
has eaten nothing yesterday, nothing TO.
day, and she has thrown her only warm
garment over tue pallet OF her invalid,
She wears nothing but an old battered
skirt and a thin jacket over her chemlse.
B;r.r.r, how COldl But no matter, OH she
goes. Oh, how far It Isl Her frozen
limbs almost give way beneath her. She
can not step AZ the first place she comes
to. II Is yonder, yonder near the Grand
she must go, The punchinello
IS there still perhaps, and who knows,
maybe 1t will not cost more than ten
francsl
Yes, there It is, the same. And after
q little bargaining she gets It for ten
francs. II is the same. indeed. She re-.
cognized 1t. She returns, pressing IL
against her heart with motherly precau.
liOn, as II she were afraid harm might
come TO it, And she also says TO her.
self: Glow pretty heisl"
Alas Destiny Is The most memorable
OF all dramatisls. Who can rival truth
in the invention Of climax or denoue-