The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-07-09


He'd send his father t50--Snivers
would so like to help the dear old grisly
fellow with his wrinkled. tired eyes
and cheerful mouth who had denied
himself so much to send his boy to
college. Twenty-Five dollars would
buy him coal and clothes and q new
hat He really neeoed new hat his
present one was really too disreputa-
BILE; and perhaps he might-Snivers
hung his head guiltily at the thought
-he might go once to the theater. or
maybe -twice-and a delighted. but
shamefaced. smile fitted over Sniver's
face. All. yes there were so many
things he could do with the money.
But what was the use OF dreaming?
The check wasn't endorsed. II only
the check were endorsed then he
could-Snivers suddenly Strengthened
up In his chair. Well what would
he do? What good would that do
nim--was he--was he at heart
thief? What mean man is a poor
man! thought Snivers blushing guilt.
ly at the fire. 1t seemed to hiss back
ut him. forming many bright grin
ming faces; it was no longer a COM
forting fire.
Snivers rose to go. ''Hullo. Gus!
is that your" said voice behind him.
He turned hastily 10 the door. Be.
fore him stood rather tall fellow.
wrapped In light macintosh. with
felt hat pulled over his eyes his
trousers tucked into pair OF high
arctics
With start the newcomer bent
forward and peered into Snivers's
face. We'll what are you doing
here?" he asked. quietly. as he stepped
under tho chandelier aud turned up
the gas
III just came in and sat down to
get warm. (" stammered Snivers con-
fusedly. and blinking in the light.
The man in tho macintosh stood
looking curiously at Snivers slowly
drawing of his gloves That was
cool in you" he said at length, with
the faintest twinkle in his eye. ''but
where did you get thato" catching
sight OF the check trembling between
Snivers's fingers.
v
was just looking at tits not en-
dorsed" he added hurriedly; 1t
wouldn't have done me any good II
had-er taken it"
Wont you sit down. Mr.. $3.50"
'iSnivers. said Snivers.
MIR Snivers? My name Is Graft"
said the man in the macintosh.
dotiing 1t and swapping the lock on
the door.
Snivers sat down, watching his host
uneasily as no pulled the heavy
curtains across the windows kicked
of his arctics and drew chair up
to the fire. He was big fellow,
with rather pale but pleasant face
his hair parted squarely down the
middle and with a self possessed
glance in his eyes.
Snivers laid the check on the desk.
His host reached over and took it.
Snivers noticed that his hand trembled
as he read it. Snivers dropped his
eyes to his hosts yellow shoes. He
felt himself being scrutinized, and he
felt that he was blushing. Surely his
host would think him thief II he
noticed this sign OF guilt Snivers
wished his host would say something,
instead OF sitting over there and
digging his keen eyes cheerfully into
his (Snivers's) soul. Only the mirth-
full cracking OF the fire broke the
stiffness and Snivers could not but
feel that it was laughing at him and
pointing him out to Its master as Q
thief
The silence must be broken. So.
still avoiding the sharp scrutiny OF the
eyes he felt fixed on him. and finger
ing his ragged hat Snivers began
hesitatingly. Il ought to-say to you
Mr. Graff-that IL didn't come hero
to steal. ! just came in to sit down
and get warm. Your fire looked so
warm-so cheerful mean. that
couldn't resist coming in. I happened
to see that check. he glanced up half
haughtily. half guilty. and was SUR
prised to see that his host was not
looking ut him. His face was hidden
by his hand and he seemed to be gaz-
ing into the fire. The check still
trembled in his hand.
After another silence. with an
effort Grath began hesitatingly Mr..
Snivers l suppose you are pretty
poor. Whether you're honest or not
has nothing to do with the case now.
Now the Faculty-the Faculty-well.
they think I'm hand ball and they've
used me accordingly. haven't made
a success OF my college life--I don't
believe my being here has done me
or any one else the slightest good-so
II you-er--you could accept-that
check-welL I'd be awfully grateful
I'd like to be able to say have helped
somebody here II not with my own
brains with the Old gentleman's
money so-so--won't you please ac-
cspt itP"
Snivers thought OF his own father
and Tom. Why not accept-what
was pride compared to making three
people happy? Tom should have his
fiddle. and Daddy-he would send him
the whole $75.
Mr.. Graf" said Snivers blush
ING. Il will accept it thank you sin
cerely."
Graf endorsed the check and showed
Snivers to the door. Il wish were
going to be here little longer. he
said. smilingly. so that / could see
you again. A warm fire Is good. but
warm friend aud warm ire--well.
won't paint the good times you've