The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-07-26

"Of course not. II was his boy You
gave the good advice to today. | hope
the young scamp viii profit by It.
The scene with the little beggar Rich
ard was sure had been witnessed by no
one. How the stranger had found it out
was past comprehension.
you're quite sure John Walter died
poor?" the stranger went on.
"Oh, quite, said Richard: 81 paid his
funeral expenses myself"
That's a lie, retorted the little man;
they were paid by the public. It's an
other lie that be died poor. He had
sec, 900 with him. which you stole.
Il deny itl'' Richard fairly screamed,
sand defy you to prove it,
prove i'll What effronteryl Why, /
saw you do iti''
tits false There was nobody pres
emit
BE careful, Dick. or you'll commit
yourself. saw you do another. thing
Richard shrank shivering in chair.
but said nothing.
John Walter would have survived
his illness. but you put poison in his
medicinel"
a sudden fury took possession Of Rich
ard Whinstone when he saw the secret
of his life in another's keeping. The
carving knife lay within his reach. He
seized 1t, and springing on the stranger
with desperate plunge, sought to bury
the blade in his heart. but it glanced as
from plate arnor, and in an instant the
little man was on his feet.
'sOh, hol that's your game, is its"
And with trip that sent his heels
spinning in the air Richard was thrown
headlong with a force that shook the
house to its foundation. The clubfoot
was planted on his stomach-and what
a horribly ugly foot it vast 1t was cleft
like the hoof Of an OK and seemed to
weigh a ton.
Then you are the"
pray, keep civil tongue in your
head. and come along. said the little
man.
Richard tainted.
When he came to himself day was
breaking. The old housekeeper, who
had found him grooming and sprawling
on the floor, had, with much difficulty,
shaken him into consciousness. She as
sisted him to bed; but Richard never
was himself again. The surfeit Of pig
had brought on fever, Of which he
died in eight days. His last rational act
was the execution Of will by which he
left the bulk Of his fortune to John Wal
ter's widow and child, which, after all,
was simple act of justice, for the de-
mon Of MIG hht.nare had told the truth
Trousers the Correct Thing for tho Ladies'.
It is well understood by the advanced
women of the period that trousers were
woman's original dress. It was the in
ferior male creature in the primitive
times that had to wear skirts, but as
civilization undermined the stamina Of
the female, and she lost her prestige and
was persuaded that woman was weaker
vessel, she allowed men to steal her
trousers and palm off on her the skirts
with which they had before been COM
PEELED to envelop themselves.
The cavil that has been made that
there isn't much ornament and trimming
to be got onto trousers has been fully
answered Trousers with high color to
them, trousers with frills and furbelows
and ribbons and flowers, trousers Of red
and yellow with roundabouts of blue and
green, trousers Of velvet and silk and
old lace and darts and shirring and
fichus and GALLONS, trousers as resplen-
dent as angel wings with a roundabout
and hat to match will always take the
cake. In fact, the reason trousers are
not now thing of beauty and joy for
ever is merely because man ruined them
after he stole them from his wife and
sisters.
When woman, with her eye for color
and her genius for trimmings, gets back
her trousers, they are going to look very
different indeed. As fos mere men, they
have had their day and their trousers.
If they desire for convenience sake to
dress in something that will distinguish
them from the women, they viii be well
come to don the discarded skirts and
petticoats and pullbacks and corsets and
anything they find that they can slip
over their heads,