The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-10-17

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I'VE amt got no gin. We're lost our IL
oense," / answered.
"That's good sign" said Drigo in low
tone, nudging Taras.
'What do you people drink here2" Taras
asked
'.Pongelo-four half gently"
They decided to have some -four half"
and while 1 was drawing it Taras said:
"Can we have room here for few
days''
"'Tain't likely. None of the rooms amt
furnished, 'ceptin the parlor, and the bloke
sleeps in that
''Where is the bloke"
"Gorned out. u
"When will he be inS"
Don't know. Preaps five minutes, pre-
APPS not aforc shuttin up time"
All that know now has been acquired
since that time. Then spoke like saw
age and was little better than a savage in
any way, having lived from my earliest
days friendless and utterly neglected.
Taras and DriGo spoke together in a
tongue unknown to me, and that gave me
an opportunity of looking at them more
closely. Taras was about 81 then, and as
have said fine, large man. There were
resolution and strength in his chin and
nose, but great kindness in his mouth and
clear, deep blue eyes. | could see then that
he was o'be loved and feared as well. Not
so Drigo. There was nothing to love in
his face. His deep sunk black eyes were
crafty; his mouth was brutal; his mus
tache was clipped, and bristling out added
to the ferocity Of the lower part of his face
Two front teeth were missing, and the rest
were black. His face was deeply marked
by the smallpox. That type of man was
not unknown to me.
Il suppose we may wait here till the-the
bloke returns,' Taras said.
''You ken if you like"
"Is he your fatherf" asked Drigo, seating
himself Oh the bench facing the bar
mo"
"Your husband2n
NO"
"What them"
"What's that to your" I replied.
"What is il to any ones" l asked myself
as | made my way through the bar parlor
to my former place on the balcony. "What
does it matter to any one who am or what
Iams A homeless dog would find more
friends than /; "a drowning cat would get
more pity. What good am l to any ones
What good is life to mef"
Such thoughts as these were passing
through my mind as lolled upon the sod
at the thick, dun water that sluggishly
Tapped the Shiny shore, when feeling the
presence Of some one / turned my head
and perceived Taras standing near with
notebook and pencil in his hands He
had found his way out there by the pas
sage and was amusing himself by sketching
me, leaning against the wall, with his pipe
in his mouth. l thought he was taking
me off, finding something in my face to
ridicule like every one else, and | turned
my back on him. Not that l minded
whether he made sport of me or not-I was
too accustomed to serve as the butt of
coarse jest and heartless sarcasm to heed
another shaft, more or less, even from one
who seemed less brutal than the rest
but had no desire to add to the amuse-
ment OF my natural enemies.
DO you mind standing as you stood Just
now he asked
"Garn aw'y,n | replied, turning on him
spitefully. Who dye think y're a-gettn
ats Dye think ! don't know yer game2
Dye think I'm going to stand for YOU to
make fun of me2 I'm as ugly as sin and
not SO pleasant-there y'are Iknow what
amn
"Ugly!' he said, with an accent of aston
ishment
YES, ugly. Else why do they call me
the kippery"
"The kipper' That is the fish with warm,
reddish brown color-t the color Of your
hair"
mo, il Amt. They call me 'goldin sur
rnp' and treacle' when they're gettin at
the color Of my hair, and they call me kip !
per- because I'm so skinny and flat. They
can call me anything they likes to lay their |
tongue to-I don't mind, but amt goin
to be drawed and stuck up for all the lot to |.
laugh at-not mel''
Just then l heard the front door open,