The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-02-18

o. GOOD ~ SAID the little woman, bright
ening up uoticeably. But, oh, Dick
Hardy, where did you ever get that
oh, ali! Yes. this coat. This map of
Connaught, you mean? Stood in line for
it, Dot"
you don't mean it, Dick!'
Sure. The other one weut-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 I was stand
ing there with the manuscripts and with
out the coat. Rather chilly exchange,
/ Dot} Seeing the oil clos line forming
below, in front of the old Herald build
ing. I just pulled my jacket 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 Godfor-
/ sakens."
Poor, poor, Dick - whispered Dot con-
! solingly over the baluster rail.
No poor Dick about it, Dot. 1t was
| great luck. Well there was an awful lot
Of chattering, shiveriug, shuddering and
| moaning in that crowd and some club
| bing by the police. just to keep our blood
circulating, they said but at last l got
/ swept in there somehow. A pompous old
/ fellow seemed to single me out for a fraud.
/ A4C ltAA Ch d LAAC 4OA u WIFE, anu bllEu nc
whispered to an officer who yanked me
/ inside the railing. I thought for a
/ moment, Dot, of the Tombs and the
| island; but after old Pomp had glared at
! me for few moments longer, he ques-
toned me a little, then walked around
and around in a circle, chafing and sput-
tering as though the room were too small
for him. OF sudden he blurted out he'd
be 'upper-cut, lowerribbed and stomach
! pitted if it wasn't blankety- blanked
tough when he jerked the Irish frieze
coat from his own ponderous frame,
chucked ME into the coat, and then gave
me a rush out the side door, as though he
might possibly relent if was not hustled
out lively"
! Two heads and four arms had an af-
| fectionate engagement over the baIuster
! for moment, when Dot drew Dick gently
/ into the little hallway behind their own
| door 1t was three rooms and 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
unsatished voices of ancient women, came
/ fOrbiddingly from the restroom" beyond
Never mind, Dick" said Dot soOth.
ingly. at is Just the mothers. Old ladies
always get 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 a great literary man
long ago If he had. But l wasn't to be
consulted-I that scrimped, and saved
and pinched and sacrificed to put him
! through Yale-oh, no, no MOI OF course
not, Mistress Stevens"
That's my mother" said Dick with
! sigh.
Eyes, Dick"
"Literary-Poohl !" replied the other
voice in defiant key. What's literary2
/ STUFF nonsense; rubbage. Them collegers
amt fifteen Z rake hay, Mistress Hardy;
! if We want my mind. Dorothy Stevens
could had dozens; dozens! Yes, scores
| agln 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 a had 'em, too if I'd had my
way, Mistress Hardy! Literary Fudge!
If literary's livin' up here higher n
mountings, cooped up like chickens in a
! lighthouse m badgered and sassed by
! other cooped-uppers, ianiters an putin
! oners generally, I'll take farm, stead
/ O. literary, every time, l will! Umph
| Literary Bother! Fudgel'
And that's my mother, Dick"
YES, 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
| juggling the keys fuTiously, opening and
closing the hall door briskly and with a
little extra slam, with a bravely-sung
snatch Of song which sounded like
Hard times and hard men may round ye be
What. good at all are ye, if always despair.
in'F-"
as merrily as though he had brought
home big check for a little manuscript,
just to still the heated differences of
motherly opinion in the best room, "
followed by Dot, and, with a hasty glance
at the coal bucket and the fire in the
range, began unloading his pockets on the
lids OF the stationary tubs.
Here are half dozen Jolly potatoes.
samples from Washington street, Dot
Gaze on this cut of round steak and grow
fat. This package diving into another
pocket, comprises five ounces of philan-
thropists' tea. twenty-five pounds of
coal, two cans of condensed milk, or five
ounces of tea the ticket read, and took
tea for mothers Sakes. Wait until l get
into the Galway district of this frieze
coat, Dot. Press those two loaves OF
charity bread TO your motherly breast
girl Beauties, arn't theyl Met one OF
the press gang so hilarious over having
SOlu scoop on capt.. KIDD S treasure
that he got CHEEKY. then charitable. and
bought bread tickets with his envelope,
and, with tears of Joy trickling of the
tip of his noble nose he stood there on
Park Row distributing them without dis
elimination to passers by. l made four
teen circuits around this isolated case oil
newspaper charity before the supply gave
out, and we're all right for bread for q
fortnight, Dot!'
~ re- inst SDlendid Dick
'COnnemara regions of this coat are yet
to be explored, Dot An, yes, exactly
Here's half pound of butter. Walked
Dot, and it preserved It's form, you see
Here's bottle of milk-cream gravy To-
night, Dot!-and Of milk-cream gravy
tonight, Dot, and here" said Richard
Hardy. literator. glowingly, holding a
: dainty pot covered over with pretty labels
up to the single gas jet, here, my dear, is
a surprisei"
My Dick, what is it2"
What it is it, What is it, What does
JAM spell, anyhow"
''Ja-m-iam J-a-m-iamw shouted
both the children. Bob and Nellie, burst
ing into the kitchen with a shout of re
serve information.
1T does, does it, my hearties? Well"
retorted Dick with mock seriousness
giving both of the youngsters a hug and a
kiss to the eminent danger of his trem.
bling eyeglasses, We'll, Hardys. junior