Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-06-18
AnWITHouT POCKETS.

broad east side thorodgA con-
cious of the keen night misS'@a the
penetrating mire than Of the throng.
the hustle, and the CANDY ailuremeDts
for hapsess rustics. All these were an
old story for him, and so,indeed, was
life-a dreary plod to the measure OF 4
dirge. 1t is hard when one eau make
enough to-day to keey alive tomorrow
so as to make enough for the next day;
but when twelve hours incessant work
in a great setail emporium results only
in an increasing financial deficiency,
despite the coarsest Of food aud the
thinnest of clothing, then one does not
wonder whether life is worth llv-
ing-one knows.
So Sammy was thinking, and besides
for who so wretched as not to wish TO
share his misery?-there was Kate, his
bonhy Kate, as he had once called her
in burst of originality. Were not
things bad and sad enou gh but that ne
must needs make them worse by quar-
rellng with her, aAd thus depriving
himself of the hope for an impractlc-
able future? Perhaps her mother. the
Widow Cuigley, had weighed him In the
balance Of accsptabiIity and had found
him, as he was, sadly wanting.
An, well! worrying was a poor plaser
for an aching back; at least sleep re-
NAMED for himl Sammy thought OF his
dismal lodgings with longing, aud
ouickened his steps. AS he was cross
ing the avenue, he heard feeble cry
for help. There on the track In front
Of him was a quiverlng bundle OF rags.
Charging full upon it was ear, and 10
the right and left impatient trucks.
Sammy dashed forward and under.
He raised the poor old creature ana
dragged her TO the corner. DE collect
ed her basket and kerchief and staff.
From remote corner OF his pocket ne
snatched shrinking dime and pressed
1t in her palsied grasp. Then he hur-
ried on, not needing the blessing, nor
the assurance that whatever he would
wish for that he should receive. No,
indeed; he was too impressed with the
perception that now he could not a!lev-
late his thirst with modest pint OF ale,
to bother with the mumblings OF half
crazed beldam.
Samuel turned the latch OF his lodg-
Ing house noiselessly, as he thought,
and was half way up stairs In a bound,
but search light from an opening door
below caught him and strident voice
pealed forth.
Begging your pardon, Mr.. Naples,
II you please, but l, N waiting for you as
you promised, for the butcher will be
TO hand in the morning, and he hain't
no poor lone wilder to be deluded by
spendthriits and wuss, more's the
pity"
presently, Madam" replied Samuel,
as he repeated the bound and secured
himself within his cherries quarters.
Now what had he meant by saying
presently, Madam" when he well
knew that he had not one cent In the
world? Was it right thus to deceive
that long-suffering soul? But was any
thing right where work was existence
and starvation It's reward? On the Ia
BILE by the candle was the bntterless
loaf and at one side was the brown jug,
so tempting because so empty. EVEN
II had the dime 1 wouldn't dare to get
II filed" murmered Sammy with sick.
grin.
He thrust his hands into his trousers
pockets and paced moOdily up and down
the room. II WISH" he continued,
that every time put my hand In my
rocket might draw out ten-dollar
greenb back. Oh, wouldn't that be nice!
Well, I'd rather SMILE"
But Sammy didn't smile. He stop
ped short. He stood aghast. Surely
nothing could be more empty than his
pockets, not even the jug; but-surely
he felt something. He slowly drew
forth his hands and held them before
the candle. He turned pale and livid
and green and sank on the chair with
the broken back-the other one lacked
a seat-and we'll he might, for in each
hand he held fresh teD-dollar green
backi Twenty unexpected. unaccount-
able dollars to penniless man, whose
salary, as he termed it, was 'si1 per-
and only recently that!
Sammy sat in daze, eying the mon
ey and assuring himself OF its substance.
His wish truly REQUIRED to him, but
onlyidly RS an astounding cein cidence
to an incomprehensible even Little
by little light dawned. "She must
have slippee them In my pockets when
I raised her. Who would haqe sup
posed she was so rich? God bless herP'
he faltered,
He bounded lightly down the stairs.
He entered thu drear sitting room and
startled its awful mistress over her tea.
"Ill just settle that little account"
he said.
The lady caught the notes like a
trained soprano. After a brief search
in an ole stocking she returned a small
amount OF change.
(Which 1 do say, Mr.. Naples" she
added, with a gratified air, you was
allus that honorable. Won't you by an
take a DRAWN ?"
No. Samuel had an important engage
ment. He remembered the bntterless
loaf and the parched jug. He fastened
to his room and thence with the latter
to the neighboring inn.
"a quart of Extra X, and just wrap
up a cut Of that ham and bit O. cheese,
will you? she said grandiloquently as
he fished In his pocket for coin.
The prSpritor reconized the air and
approved OF it, as he saw what Samuel
sxsendsd.
GA tenor, eh?" he replied. "Just let
It 60 until next time, Mr.. Napplss. l
can't break that very we'll"
And Sammy, once more dumbfounded,
folded the greeuback In his grasp,
picked up his PARCELS, and departed to
his room.
He placed the brown jug on the ta-
BILE, and slapped his brow.
THAT'S it," he chuckled. "She must
hove slipped In three intead Of two. "
He locked the precious note within
the strong box in which he kept his
Sunday necktie. He devoted himself