Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-02-22

IN, lnhI 5 All Tlgnl, DOt, ne replleu,
quickly divining her meaning, and Civ.
ing vigorous reassuring thumpings to
various protrusions OF pockets and coat
skirts.
"Good |" said tho little woman, bright
ching up noticeably. "But, oh, Dick
Hardy, where did you ever get that
coats"
ooh, oh Yes, this coat. This map of
Connaught, you means Stood in line
for it, Dot"
"You don't mean it, Dick r
"5ure. The other one went-went up
the sluice, Dot, to get some returned
manuscripts out Of the postoffice. You
know, Dot, the winter storms whistle
pretty recklessly around the front of
the government building? Well, | was
standing there with the manuscripts
and without the coat. Rather Chilly
exchange, DotY Seeing the 'ol clos
line forming below in front of the old
Herald building, just pulled my jncket
collar as high as | could, dropped my
face as far as it would go, put my glasses
on upside down SO no one would know
me, and fell in line with the rest of the
Godforsakens."
Poor, poor, Dick !" whispered Dot
consolingly over the baluster rail.
"No poor Dick about ii, Dot II was
great luck. Well, there was an awful
lot of chatiering, shivering, shuddering
and moaning in that crowd, and some
clubbing by the police, just to keep our
blood circulating, they said; but at last |
got swept in there somehow. A pomp-
Gus old fellow seemed to single me out
for u fraud. He glared at me for a
while, and then he whispered to an
officer who yanlled me inside the rail-
ing. | thought for moment, Dot, of
the Tombs and the Island; but after old
| Pomp had glared at me for few mo.
meuts longer, he questioned me Il little,
then walked around and around in a
circle, chatting ana suffering as though
the room were too small for him. OF Il
sudden he blurted out he'd be upper
cut, lower ribbed and stomach pitted if
| 1t wasn't blankety blanked tough
when he jerked the Irish freZe coat
from his own ponderous frame, chucked
me into the coat, and then gave me Il
rush out the side door, Us though he
might possibly relcnt if | was not
hustled out lively"
Two heads and four arms had all
aifectiOnutc engagement over the balus-
ter for moment, when Dot drew Dick
| gently into the little hallway behind
their own door. 1t was three rooms
and a bath" apartment. The happy
voices of children, not yet conscious Of
hopeless want, issued from the tiny
dining-room and kitchen; and other
voices, querulous, fault-tinding, unsatis-
| fled voices of ancient women, came for
biddingly from the "best room" beyond.
"NeVer mind, Dick" said Dot suoth-
ingly. SIT is just the mothers. Old
ladies always get a little wearing
towards supper time"
But Dick with clouded face could not
but listen a moment.
"I'd have you know, Mistress Stevens,
its not to my liking at all. Never was.
| Dick could have had hundred girls
with money. He'd been great literary
man long ago If he had. But | wasn't
to be ccnsulted-I that scrimped, and
saved and pinched and sacrificed to put
him through Yale-oh, no, no, no OF
course not, Mistress StevensW
'phats my mother;" said Dick with a
sigh.
Eyes, Dick"
"Literary-Poohr' replied the other
voice in defiant key. whats liter.
airy? Stuff; nonsense, rubbage. Them
collegers Amt fifteen T. rake hay, Mistress
Hardy;if We want my mind. Dorothy
Stevens could had dozens; dozens
Yes, scores agin and agin, o. men as had
somethin' in 'em; men that was up and
comm; men as has snap and go an style
and cash; and she'd had 'en, too, il
| Ifl kod ,,ntt upau Mictrass ITn.l,, 7 IA.
aryl Fudge If literary's Twin vi
here higher m mountings, cooped up
like chickensin lighthouse m badgered
and sassed by other cooped-uppers, JAM
tiers an putin oners generally, FL take
farm, stead o. literary, every time,
will Umph! Literary! - Bother
Fudge p
"AAd that's my mother, Dick"
eyes, Dot dear, it surely is"
"Come on, Dick, don't worry. Now
for supper"
The brave little wife preceded him
into the box-like kitchen, while Dick
after jingling the keys furiously, open
ing and closing the hall door briskly AM
with little extra slam, with bravely
sung snatch Of song which sounded
like
Hard times and hard men may round y,
be tearin',
What good at all are We, if always de
Sparin?-
as merrily as though he had brought
home big check for little manuscript
just to still the heated differences o.
motherly opinion in the "best room,
followed Dot, and, with hasty glance
at the coal bucket and the ire in the
range, began unloading his pockets OIL
the lids Of the stationary tubs.
"Here are half dozen Jolly potatoes
samples from Washington street, Dot
Gaze on this cut of round steak ant
grow fat. This PACKAGE" diving int
another pocket, comprises five ounces
of philanthropists' tea. Twenty. five
pounds of coal, two cans of condensed
milk, or five ounces of tea the tickle
read; and took tea for mothers sakes
Wait until get into the Galway dis
trict of this frieze coat, Dot. Pres
those two loaves of charity bread t.
your motherly breast, girl. Beauties
arn't they? Met one of the press ganG
80 hilarious over having sold a scoop
on Captain Kidd's Treasure that Ii
got CHEEKY, then charitable, and bough
bread tickets with his envelope an(
, with tears of joy trickling off the tip o
his noble nose, he stood there ON Parl
: Row distributing them without dis
! elimination 10 passers by. l made l.
circuits around this isolated case o
I newspaper charity before the supply
gave out; and we're all right for brea6
/ for fortnight, Dot!
, "You're just splendid, Dick ~
: "Connemara regions of this coat ar
} yet to be explored, Dot All, yes, ex