Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1889-03-28

His companion, on the contrary,
seemed to differ from him in every re-
spcct He was a boy of fifteen, of light
and graceful make, and handsome, in
telligent face. His hair was beautis
ful brown, and slightly curling, Though
sunburnt-as he could not fail to be
from constant exposure it could be
seen that he was very light-complcx-
cd, In all respects, he reminded one
Tar more OF the Saxon than the Ital-
| ian.
Both were coarsely dressed; but, IN
spite of his attire, the boys appear
ance was as decidedly prcpossessing as
his companions was the reverse. Each
bore upon his head, arrayed on a
board, a variety of plaster images.
"C0SpeHo!" muttered the man in n
grumbling tone, 1.-The afternoon is one
half gone, and you have sold nothing.
You must stir yourself, boy, or you
shall have no supper"
II have had no dinner" said the
boy, mildly.
well. and you deserve none. You
have not made sale to-day"
Il tried to make them buy, but they
said they wanted nothing
IF you had tried, you could have
sold something, Pll be bound. But |
Will give you another trial. You see
that large house up the avenue?"
"1es, Antonio"
Il want you TO go there, and mind,
boy, you are to sell something, or-you
know whatm
These last words, interpreted by the
significant look which accompanied
them, threatened punishment by the
stick and so the boy understood it.
With no very pleasant anticipations,
he entered the gateway, and walked
slowly up to the house.
We will take the liberty of preceding
him and introducing some OF the occu-
pants.
The house was large, square, conn
Try mansion, surrounded by large,
landed estate. 1t was furnished in the
old-lashloned style, yet in such man.
ner as to indicate that wealth and sta
ton had long been possessed by those
who inhabited it.
In the ample sitting room were
seated lady and gentleman-Mr. and
Mrs Paul Danvers.
wv here is your brother Charles, to-
day." asked the gentleman.
He rode out on horseback about an
hour since"
WAS he alone?"
les; he seems TO prefer solitude"
py." mop
mo; and | fear he will never apain
recover his cheerfulness in any con-
siderable degree. Ever since the loss
OF his only child by that fearful
shlpwreck, he has been as you see"
1T is certain that the child is dead,
suppose?"
There can be little doubt of it, I'M
happily. The boy accompanied
his mother to the West Indies whittier
she had gone in search of health.
charles remained, being detained bv
necessary business. Meanwhile. his
wifes health was materially benefited
by the residence in Cuba. and, accord
ing to her husbands direction, she en-
parked for home, together with her
child, then three or four years OF age.
But the vessel was a doomed one. 1t
was wrecked off the coast, and mother
and child undoubtedly persisted. This
was the summer before we were mar
married. Since that time Charles has
been a melancholy man, and has
apparently, felt little interest in
life"
1t is sad story. He must have
been devoted to his wife and child"
HE was, and the double loss was a
severe blow. II only the child could
lave been spared / think it would
have saved him from such deep despond-
ency."
AT this moment the door bell rang.
In short time the servant who had
answered the summons presented her
sell at the door Of the apartment in
which Mr.. and Mrs. Danvers wer
seated, and said:
please, ma'am. there's boy at the
door with some plaster parish fggers."
You know, Bridget, we never buy
such things"
IL know 1t ma am, and told him so:
but he asked me so hard to tell Won.
and said If he didn't sell something
that his master would beat him. and /
thought l would do it jist for once"
"W hat hard-hearted monster his
master must be-" said kindly Mrs.
Danvers. You may tell him TO come
into the entry, and 1 will, perhaps,
buy something, If only to screen him
from punishment"
BY Bridgets direction, the boy en-
tered the hall and laid his collection
OF wares upon the floor.
What pretty boym thought Mrs.
Danvers.
HE doesn't look at all like an Ital.
ian. What is your name, my boyp"
Antonio calls me john" replied the
boy.
And who Is Antonio?"
The man that goes around with
me-"
And Is he kind to your"
mo; he won't give me any dinner
when i do not sell as much as he ex.
poets, and sometimes he beats me-"
That is shameful. believe I must
buy something, II only for your sake.
What have you got"
Here is the image OF two boys fight
ing"