Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1892-06-09

Great Scott I've q mod 70 takS
header out OF the window" growled
Caggs. :" was never In such a fix
| In my kfe. We may have 70 fight foi
It Hugh but won'tH look queer In
the papers tomorrow, Reuben Caggs
picked up dead In this denl What lie
thunder did come here for, enyhowi
But I'll make this scamp pay Tor II,
see II don't. Pll have him up In FL
mira for q ten-year trip, as s1se as yor
| i've"
We reached the door Of the back
second story room At last. The NUT
burst In with q loud yell 1t seemed
like q signal agreed upon. and i fully
expected 30 see half q dozen toughs,
and TO lose my watch and my money.
NY fist got into frigid condition, and,
being something Of an athlete, de-
termfned to give one fellow at least o
blow straight from the shoulder vhsch
would do credit TO my muscle.
Mammal Mamma! I've gtt en-
here they be-
How could 30 small a boy chow suck
viciousness =? Ilookedat Caggs, burly
fellow, and noticed that he was pale.
"You haven't a weapon Of any sors<
1 suppose ?" he whispered.
Not a thing" l replied.
well, we may as we'll prepare for
some hot work.
Just then from the dingy room on
the side poor, worn-out woman
came. She was startled ut the sight
of two grim gentlemen on her premis-
es and turned inquiringiy 10 the boy.
Mamma, the youngest began,
"this man said he'd come an help
you bury Sis. Pom my wosd he did.
Didn't you, Mister 2"
IT beg your pardon for the intru-
sion. madam, said Ceggs with great
courtliness, but"
Mamma, he thought I was a
ginooine bunco-steerer. Say, now,
didn't he ?" turning TO me.
The woman's eyes filed with tears.
It was all 60 unexpected, and she
didn't know the meaning OF It.
Don't CRY, Mamma" and the lit
Ito fellow put his arms about his
mothers knees and looked imploring
ly into her face. Taint no cop,
Mamma; he's a regular sumner, he IL.
He's got drayload Of money in his
pocket, an he's going 10 give us
some. An I've got some, too. See ?
Here's eight cents, Mamma, an Ill
go right out ag'in an bring in lot
more"
The woman, Mrs. Carney, told her
story. The like Of 1t can be heard any
day in any quarter OF New York. But
it was new to Cages. Those keen eyes
which coldly watched the rise and fall
of the stock market were moistened
as she went on.
She came from Keene, New Hamp-
shire, she said. =.
"Why, that's where was born"
said my millionaire.
Then they looked at each other
steadily and long.
"Whyl Is 1t possible ? You are
| not Mollie Flanders ?" he asked.
"That was my name before l mar
ried James," she answered.
"And don't you know me ?" he
queried.
She looked again, and through her
tears saw that peaceful New England
village, and recalled the bright and
careless days of her girlhood in the
long, long ago.
81 seem to remember" she began,
but then hesitated.
You can't have forgotten me"
said Cages. 1--WE went 10 school to-
cether at the Gross Roads"
/ thought him really handsome at
that moment. There was flush in
his cheeks, and fire in his eyes. and
I I unuersJoou why julia warden fell
in love with him.
Are you Reuben Caggs?" she
asked, timidly.
"Yes, indeed, I am" he replied,
warmly.
They talked for half an hour. Ny
friend forgot that he was in the sec
nd-story back Of u tenement house,
forgot the stuffy smell Of the apart
ment, even forgot the stock market,
and listened to the sad history of a
life which began in sunshine but was
now clouded with gloom and bereave-
ment. The husband had taken to
drink through ill-luck, and his body
was lying in Potter's Field. Mollie
had struggled for her two children,
little Bill, whom we thought a bunco-
steerer, and Mamie, who lay in her
shroud in the other room.
Bill insisted that we should look at
isis" before we went. The body was
on a pine board supported by two
rickety chairs. There was a white,
partly faded carnation In her hand.
Bill had found it in the street.
What a strange scenel Cages melt
ed at the sight, and as for Newell,
no matter The woman on the front
had brought in a tattered motto and
hung il on the wall. The legend was.
"Of such is the Kingdom OF Heaven. .
Caggs looked about the room, then al
the face of the pale sleeper, and l saw
his lips tremble. Four months before
he had buried his only child, beauti.
full Alice. When his eyes fell on that
motto, it seemed too much for him.
The eyes OF the many times a million.
aire were filled with tears.
"My God, Hugh" he said, hoarsely
"let us get out of this. l can't stand
it,"
, Then he turned to the fragile, suf.
fering woman.
Molly" he said, 81 don't know
much about these things, but "-he
, choked little" but I'm sorry fol
YOU. shall ask my wife, Julia, to
come and see you this afternoon. She
will attend to the details OF the funer.
, al" His hand went into his pocket
Giving her roll of bills, he added
"Take this for old times sake, anc
when you want more, come and see
/ When we reached the sidewalk he
} turned on me almost Hereby
: Hugh" he said, Il can't talk mucf
} to-day. You 90 up town, / will g
ence, aud shall have TO give up som'
!. Of nv theories about the poor. Pos
o sibly Julia Is right, after all. Good
} morning George Hepworth in In
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