Morning journal and courier., 1894-02-17

tionste engagement over the hslus,sr for A moment, when Dot drew Dick gently into The little hallway behind their own door. It was "three rooms and a bath" spsrt- ment. The happy voices of children, not yet conscious of hopeless want. issued from the tiny dining room and kitchen; and ether voices, querulous, fault find ing, unsatisfed voices of ancient women came forbiddipgly from the "best room" beyond
 ly. 'Tt is just the mothers. Old ladies time"
 But Dick with clouded face could not but listen moment.
 ''I'd have you know, Mistress Stevens, its not to my liking at all Never wKs. Dick could have had a hundred girls with money. He'd been c great literary man long SEQ if he had. But wasn't to be consulted-I that scrimped, and saved and pinebed and sacrificed to put him thfough fale-oh, no. no. nol Of course not, Mistress Stevensl"
 That's my mother" said Dick with a sigh.
 "Yes, Dick"
 "LtsrAry-Poohi" replied the other voice in a defiant key. "What's uteraryf Stua; nonsense; rubbAge. Them collegers aint htten C rake hsy. Mistress Hardy; If ye want my mind. Dorothy Stevens could had dozeas; doZsnsI Yes, soores sgin and sgin O men ss had soneshtn' tn 'em; men that was up and comIn': men as had snap and go an style and cash; and she'd a had 'em, too, if I'd had my way, Mis- tress Handy Literary Fudgtl Ii lite rsry's Twin up here higher m mountipgs, eooped up like chickens in a lighthouse n bsdgered and tassed by other cooped-up- pers. jsniters an put,in-oners generally, I'll take e farm. stead O literary, every time, I will! UmPhl LitsrAry!-BOthsIl Fudgel"
 "And that's my mother, Dick"
 "Nes, Dot dear. it surely is."
 "Come on, Dick, don't worry. Now for supper"
 The brave little wife preceded him into the box like ki chen, while Dick, after juggling the keys fuTiously, opening and closing the hall door brtskly and with 6 little extra slsn. with & biArely-tung snatch of a cong which sounded like Hard times and hand men may 'rOana ys be What good s; all are yc If alwAy. despAir4n'f-- ss merrily as though he had brought home big cheek for A little manuscript, just to sill the heated differences of rnothsrly opinion in Ihe best room," followed Dol, and, with hssty glance kt the coal buck- ct and the fire in the range, began unload ing his pockets on the lids of the stations- " tubs.
 Here are half dozen jolly potatoes: 'sanples' from Washington sheet, Dot. Gsze on this cut of round steAk and grow fat. Tais package" diving into another pocket, ''cOmpTis-s five ounces of philan- throp:sts' tea. Twenty five pounds of coal. two cans of condensed milk, or five oupcEs of tes.' the ticket read; and I took tea for mothers sskes. Walt until I get into the Galway distric; of this frifgs coat, Dot. PTess thUss tEo lOaTes of charity bread 10 your motherly breast, girl. Beauties, srn't theyl Met one of the press gang SO hilarious ovsr having sold & scoop on Captain Ktdd's Treasure that he got cheery. then charitable, and bought bread tickets with his 'envslope,' and, with tears of joy trickling of the tip of his noble nose he stood there on Park Row distrib- utIng them without discrimination to passers by. l made fourteen circuits around this isolated case of newspaper charity before the supply gave out; ard we're all right for bread for a fortnight, Dot"
 "You're just splendid, Dicli"
 "Connemsrs regions of this coat are yet to be explored, Dot. An, yes, exactly. Here's a half ponDd of butter. Walked, Dots anu " preserved HIS form, you see. Here's & bottle of m,lk-cresm gravy to- night, DO,-snd here" said Richard liar dy, hterator, glowingiy. holding a dainty pot covered over with pretty lsbsls up 10 the single gas je:. "here, my dear, is sur pris.i"
 "Myi Dick. what Is iil"
 What Is it. What is iig What does JAM spell, snyhouF
 "J-s-m-jsml J-s-m-jsm," shouted both the children, Bob and Nellie. burst