The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1889-05-14

clean he bought for him a shirt. a
pair of shoes, cellars. cuffs and under
wear. Then he had him shaved.
Tnen they hied to a Gathers, and,
having removed the rags, Lawson
was quickly clai in fine rainment.
The change was beginning to tell.
Already the tramp seemed to he the
guide and treasurer. He was a sple n.
did looking fellow and had quite a
distingue appearance. But the hat
was still there, and mirror-llke stove
pipe was purchased to complete the
makeup. t laughed when all was
finished. He WAS in his working
clothes, and this unfortunate looked
like a duke. The good clothes fitted
him and they suited MIN and his ap-
pearance much too well to continue
the assumption that Mr.. Lawson was
tramp. He was a gentleman,
straight through, and he looked it,.
t said to him, Mr.. Lawson |
wish you would 90 INFO the store be-
fore me-. They wont know you, and
it will be such joke" 81 don't
mind that, Mr.. T., but won't you
1t me have a drink | want it please
a. me- have a drink"
refused to stand the drink !;
ne tol+ Mr.. Lawson that if he want
e1 dinner, he could have it, bu;
drink he cou.d not have. Finally
the two went into the Snip and Tur-
tie dining saloon, and, over chocolate
and sirloin steak, the author of Ever
Of fhee" tod the following story:
Il was once rich, Mr.. T. You
know what am now. You were
astonished to hear me play the piano
SO well. s, was Mr.. Turner ap1 l
dare say You hardly believed that |
was the composer of the little song |
sang for you. That's all right. /
knew you cOuldn't understand il.
Now, when you Sc ME as L used 10
be, you are not surprised. Al so 1t
is. He saw Was a nobody. / Was
not believed Now that I'm well
dressed, should / offer your master
my song he would treat me- different
~. Yes (! | know. | am decidedly
grateful to him for what he has done.
But the humiliation of the thing. l.
was dreadful. But what could [ do ?
That little song has been the only
companion from which / gained any
comfort for the past twelve months.
II brought back to me the days when
[ was rich, loved, looked up TO and
happy. o. coursr, it has It's sad side
for me. But the memory of what it
recalls is the dearest thing in my tx
istence." Z - interrupted him at
this pOiut and indicated that it was
growing late. ''Please bear with
me, rejoined his companion. s'Let
me tell you how and why 1 composed
the little song. Two years ago met
a girl in Brighton. If God ever al
lowed one of his angels to come to
earth, she was that one [ adored
her. She seemed to return the affec-
ton. / escorted her everywhere, was
at her beck and call morn, noon and
night, and it was currently believed
that Miss Blank and | were engaged.
| had to return to London on bust
ness, and when l went back to Brigh
ton she was gone.
"Three months after | met her at q
bail. She had just finished a waltz
with tall good-looking man, and
was promenadiug the hall on his arm.
She recognized me. But when L said,
'How do yoC do, Miss BlankY she
quickly replied. Il am well, Mr.. Law
son, but am surprised to hear you
call me Miss Blank. When you left
Brighton so suddenly thought l
should never see you again. You
lett he address; never called again,
and well, | am married" TO
whom | gasped. 'Tc Mr.. PRICE,
she replied, pointing at the same time
to the gentleman with whom she had
been dancing. That ended my life.
My Marie, my dream, was gone. L
lett the nall, went 10 a low gaming
place and by drink, women and gam
bling endeavored to kill my grief. 1t
lasted but little time, for In four
months | was penniless. Then came
my trial. The men who played with
me Stunned me. My friends shut
their doors and few days after my
last sovereign Was gone, | was as ut
terly stranded, homeless and unhappy
as "ould be possible 10 make a hu-
man being. For nights L slept in the
'cabmen's coffee houses then; | was
considered a nuisance, and some hall
Way served me for bed. | pawned
every trinket, decent suit of clothes
everything, and finally l spent