Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-10-18

wife, I'd love the feeling Of starvation
while kept bread from my own mouth to
mt IL in hers"

wife, I'd love the feeling Of starvatio,
while kept bread from my own mouth t
put it in hers"
His sister, Mrs. VanSantvoord, who nov
and then dropped in upon him with woebe
gone face and q voice which had lately 40
| quired several new bleating notes, happened
to be present one morning when he spokt
aloud Just such thoughts as these.
"Well, Lonz," she said, ''you can't blame
a girl who's been all her life beggar fol
having a shock when she hears you're al
most one yourself"
''Oh, I don't blame her, Kitty. I only
wish my loss Of fortune would have taken
with her the one form which makes perfect
sympathy possible; that is all. I mean self.
forgetruIness, you know" He gave q
quick yet heavy sigh. "But it's so absurd,
/ find, to expect anything from anybody.
We're race of egotfsts, little and big. -
you're out of the great crowd, Lonz;
you always were," said Kitty, with that
kind of drawing-room wall, which she had
got into the way of using, and with each
corner Of her mouth a tragic droop. 'T'Ve
often wondered why you didn't go oftener
to church; you think so much about other
.
is the essence Of religion"
ST begin to believe, Kitty, that IT'S the
essence of folly"
mo, you don't, Lonz Oh, dear, how I
wish could take the awfulness of it as you
DOR
"Come, now," said her brother, laying a
hand on her shoulder, and for an instant
gazing down cheerily into her gloomful
eyes. "We've each got St, 900 year left.
Uncle Crawford says so, and there isn't
any doubt of it. Think, Kit, there are
thousands and thousands of people who'd
consider that tortune-and huge one,
too"
ooh, I know, 1 know! But those are Just
the kind of things you can say to yourself
and get comfort out Of l can't. I'm only
a mere little fly that dances in the sun,
Lonz, and that gets torpid and dismal the
moment there's no sun to dance in"
"But you've got fair amount of sun left,
Kit"
ooh, don't! If-if it were $4,000 a year
I'd feel able to hold my head up. Yes, I've
figured matters down to that. One can
escape the real horrors of poverty on s, 900
year. But six! Ugh! it's-it's destitu-
tionP'
"And suppose, said Alonzo, watching
her with curious smile, 'that your noble
Hector has been talking like this to his
treasured Andromache? Sh, my dear?"
'Hector? II scarcely see him. If it
were not that hate divorces and separa-
tions so, I'd"
eyes, understand. As he thus spoke
Alonzo settled himself quite close to his
sister on the little lounge that she occupied.
He took her gloved hand in his and began
absently, yet somehow quite tenderly, to
fondle it. "Now tell me, Kit, dear; you
don't dream of helping him with your six
thousand, do you?"
Helping him? Good gracious, no. How
could I? Besides, he's got a position of
some sort It's connected with a club in
Baltimore He originally came from Balti
more, you know"
''Yes. wish he hadn't. That is, wish
he'd remained loval to the city that gave
him birth. And this club position, what is
it? Not waiter's hope. If so, don't
believe he'd stay long in it. Walters must
be civil in order to please, poor fellows, and
they mustn't be lazy"
"Lonz! Oh, no. It's a kind of superin-
tendentship. They say gentlemen take such
places"
Gentlemen Really! And he-but 60
,n.'
"Well, there isn't much more to tell.
He'll fill the position-at least he said to