The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-01-26

solidest Of All bis castles III the air. It
was for Winny. There were. onyx stones
and gopher wood in 1t, for aught /
I know. There were delicate perfumes;
/ the air moved in music, the sunshine
came 70 it stained with gold and royal
purple In little while this would be
their home.
Here, there was smell Of sausagcs;
the candles sputtered; Che dresser was
crammed with dirty-looking plaster fig
ures, such as that greasy Seppy peddled
about the roads.
Len drew long breath. What is
this trumpery?' he said, in q savage
growl. Throw cloth over them, for
Gods sake, Winny, and open the win
dow. II is terrible for human beings
to be forced to cook and live in the
same room" Then he remembered to
draw her to his side and kiss her.
Winny's temper. which, when she was
baby, used to be strong enough to shake
every atom of her little body, chozed in
her throat now and burned fiery red in
her cheeks. But she loved this fellow
enough to bear blows from him, and kiss
him after them. "You don't understand,
Leonard, made them. 1t is surprise
for you Seppy will sell them for me.
Only think how much we can make for
you in yearl You in the shop and in
the cellar
s'Don't talk to me OF the shop. You
drive me mad, Winifred. You know how
l always loathed"
"Work, dear?" when he could not find
word.
sNo Sit down. You at least must
understand nc" Uncle Ben, who had
been edging his way, crutch and all, to
the door, noiseless as a cat, stopped, hold
ing it open, to wink and telegraph en-
couragingly to her behind Leonard's
back. TITS tantrums, nothin' but tan
trums," opening and shutting his wide
mouth without sound 1--WE men hev
all got 'em at times. Don't you mind,
deary;" and disappeared, to stump up
and down the boards shaking his head
gloonily. Winny did not sit down. She
began to gather her poor little figures
into her apron, crumbling them to pieces
as she threw them in. When Leonard
saw how pale was her usually jolly little
face, and how she held back the tears,
he broke into uneasy accusations against
himself
I'm brute, he cried. "But it gals
me to see you degraded. Come here,
child. THINK how year beauty is wasted
drudging III this back alley"
"Didn't--is make you love me, Leon
ard?' looking up sideways.
Eyes. But [ am wasted" with pas
sionate outbreak. ''There is no reason
why should not stand as high as any
Heath that went before me. l am a
gentleman by right of blood and body
andsoul. Look at the place they had
in the world. am trampled under foot.
For what? For want Of money!
Then Winny threw down her plaster
rubbish and went to him. She had a
sudden perception Of the imminence of
the danger. The old Leonard was going
from her, from them all, for ever. She
put up her hands en- his shoulders.
This was no vagary of q moment that
could SO alter this whole outward man.
She had no time to sob or cry out. She
tried to think of what strongest words
to say: s.You have your trade. No
Heath of them all had your intellect"
His eyes gliStened at that. "There is
no reason why you should not be re-
spected. And then you have-me,"
dropping her head 50 that he could hold
it to his breast, as he would do if love
was all in all to him, as it was to the
little woman.
But he did not .Oh. I've no doubt
have all the materials of good life,
if had money. But without-it is like
that lamp without light in it.
Winny lifted her head quickly. $50
the light is not in it without money!"
she said slowly. II thought" But
what she thought she never told. Win
ny had no gift Of tragic expression.
She had said her little word of remon-
STRANGE, and was done with outcry now
and for ever. She went directly to her
work, colder and paler than she had
ever been seen before.
.'Will you have your supper now?'
she said gently, after while rapping at
the window for Uncle Ben, who came
in with vehement glow OF cheerfulness,
told one or two roaring campaign stories
and forgot to laugh at them himself,
praised the supper, while his dim eyes
wandered piteously from one unanswer-
ing young face to the other. The sup
per was over. Winny, like most strong
nerved women, usually worked off in
ward fever by hot action OF her body.
In a few minutes the room was clean,
the hearth swept, and an armchair, the
leather worn and shiny with old age,
pulled up in front of the fire. Sac stood
beside 1t and glanced at Leonard. But
he loitered apart by the open door.
The sergeant got up, turned his back
to the Gre. took off his rusty wig, and
poising it on his fist, brushed it care
fuliy--a ceremony which always with
the old fellow ushered in an important
act. II want to say word to you, lit
ara. gal It's about tnls day - saE; eSa
weddip' day"
The woman's face glowed with fiery
bushes. but Leonard was silent. She
raised her eyes at that and looked at
him ste adily.
The sergeant pulled her toward him,
clearing his throat and beginning with
renewed cheerfulness: We've been
partners good many years, Winny-
since you was up to my knee, about