The morning call., 1893-08-28
SATISFACTORY
TALE OF A TIGER.

L ALL VI n 1 EOEN.
When he had collected the implements
of his trade The Tiger took I'D the most
important tool of all, long and slim, and
pot it in a separate pocket.
Three months ago the law decided that
miscalculatiOn in the prosecution of one of
his contracts had been atOned for and set
him at liberty. He came to the city, where
no ore knew him. And set it was the city
where he had lived and loved years ago.
Now. on his return to it his new piece of
business was to be prosecuted in the house
of his one time employer. who had treated
him so badly, and whom, in some of his
various moods, be accused of making him
what he now was
was there revenge in this present act
against the old man? No. The old man
had simply proven his greater strength
that time he paid for The Tigers wife's
divorce after he bad trumped up a wholly
false accusation of dishonesty against her
husband-and then married her himself.
1t was bitter cold in the streets and the
snow was falling. And there was the
hOusel 1t was too soon yet though. He
would go round the cnrner-to that pile of
debris opposite the old brewery that was
utilized as church by a Bank of Hope
or something like it-and gain shelter till
the proper time.
"Oh! cried voice.
He had gone along, his head bent to the
storm, and under gaslamp he had run
against g young woman. She dropped a
package. He picked IL up and found that
II ~ a muslc-boOk. She thanked him ,
ant on: his blaek-garbed form was
- +" allowed W in the Gimness. Size
Us young and the night was not always
klad TO such as She He reached the old
breTery in time to see her go in.
TAl pile of boards, the shelter he had
thOnghex0f, WAS just across the way. He
went there and waited. Suddenly strain
of organ music swung in to him. The girl
organist was playing before service began.
Surely he had heard that tune before. He
had once played the organ and that had
been one of his tunes. Now she was at
another tuDe-Handel's Largo" That
had been little Annie's fayOrite. just
such night as this he would come in
from the old mans books, and after bit
Of supper he would 90 into the parior and
play for little Annie, while her beautiful
restless mother would look at fashion
books and sigh because she had not the
means 10 get the pretty things she wanted.
He threw his hand to his head. What
B did this mean ?-tbe girl played the third
Of his o Id tunes He had had them bound
together; they ran in this order: 'Trau-
merei," the Largo "Warum." The
girl was playing them from the book she
had dropped and he had picked it up for
her. He knew who she was
Then the desire for the revenge be be-
lieved he had not thought of spraDg up
within him. The old man! the old man
The box under the bed To the devil with
thati There was greater wealth than that
to take. From its pocket he took the long
thin steel and clutched it in his hand. His
child to shrink from him-his little Annie,
who used to love him so! Anniei Annie!
Harkl That music should speed him on
his misson-the music he had taught her!
He plunged through the snow to The
brewery and peeped in at the door. There
she was, in her black frock, seated before
the organ. He had not seen her for twenty
years. She had been wee child when he
last saw her; but he knew the face, so like
her mothers. Yes, that music should be the
old mans requiemi
He turned his eyes out into the snowy
night.
Was it smoke he smelled? Was the
brewery on fire and she in danger? No;
but the gray cloud came charging through
the snowy air SO freighted with its bollS of
silence.
Fire Once he would have done what he
could to help. Annie aud that look in
her es!-her music! She thought of
him as a wretch, convict Even though
she should never know he mus. do some
thing for her.
de sprang away; he tore along the de-
serted way. lie found the house. little
tongue of beautiful flame licking the out
SIDE darkness. The door was locked, He
pressed his shoulder against the tin, ber-
once, twice, and ii yielded. BE was in The /
hall. thick with smoke; he had gained the
room where the IRE Was-burst open that
door as well.
Then he remembered and understood /
The knife was in his hand still. The did /
man was 10 the room looking for The kew
of the lock. The old man turned and saw
him and recognized him, and liftin0 /
heavy chair sent IL crashing through Tie /
window. The air rushed in and noarished
the flame. Through the broken window
came a low, dull tone of music--Annie
playing in the old brewery, the cOngrega-
ton singing
The Tiger shook Annie would never
own own him. would turn from him in horror !
buI he must do something for her. What? !
ihe Ola man was sbrieking his name
trying to climb out the high window to
escape from him. The Tiger had dragged
tue uoX from under the bed and pitched
IL thIough the window. He knew what
no shouiu 10 Tor Anne-the greatest thing
know It,
Inc ola man was clinging TO the window,
Iranticaily calling The Tigers name, and
eyeing that knife in his hand.
Inc Tiger went toward him. "Who
made me what | amp he said. TIE knife
dropped from his fingers, and he seized the
old man, who fought him, calling his
name-calling ''murderr'
The Tigers coat was wrapned ronnd tho
old mans whitened head he was fighting
his way through the cracking timber Of
the hall, The stairs were gone; with his |
struggling burden he took an awfui leap. |
going through fiery. seething hell There
was a sharp pain in his eyes-a sudden
darkness in the golden fre-and he was
gr>ning along, fame singing him. smoke |