The Washington times., 1895-04-07


this a door opened upon platform,
provided with clotheslines for the weekly
wash or for the airing and busting OF
shop worn and second hand garments.
Rebecca also cherished a few pots of
geranium, fuchsia, apd a Seeding lemon
plant. The platform was surrounded
by an unpainted railing. A flight of
wooden stairs ran down to the street that
ran north by west.
Rebecca was frying doughnuts, happy
in the thought that cottolene is an limo.
cent evasion OF the law of Moses, when
she heard uneven steps shuttle up the outer
stair, and then knock at the door.
She opened it. There stood a youngish
man, blonde. with a fine shape disguised
by a discouraged slouch, a puffy, red
dened face, and evidently the worse for
drink, habitual and present.
Morning, lady," he said, with a vague
movement as If 10 touch the hat which
had been lost from his head. I'm awful
hungry. Could You give me 10 cents
to buy a breakfast"
You don't want dot kind of breakfast.
You want something's TO eat" decided Re-
becca
81 suppose that's so, lady"
dot is clearly so,'' she said. She spoke
English with foreign accent, hardening
| certain consonants, but her speech was
rather pleasant. The tramp looked at her
clever Hebrew face, her sharp, not un-
kindly black eyes. and her comely muscu-
lar person; he Thought that he was not come
to the wrong place
Il will gif you something's to eat, ;" she went
on. But l tirk you better had eat it out
here"
Tho mon soato3 ,.;,,,sate -, ~ -, e+o,.
and waited until Rebecca brought him a
well filled plate and tin cup of tea She
looked at him and then said, half to her.
self:
Perhaps if you always had dis, dot oder
you would not want"
Il don't know, lady" he answered 'I
never had enough of either"
He cleared the plate, drained the tin cup.
and handed them back TO her. Thanks
you are real kind, and 1 wish you good
day"
Rebecca was not an impulsive person. but
something made her say. You can again
tomorrow come and get your breakfast"
He made clumsy bow and went away
Then Rebecca descended the inside stairs
to the shop.
well fadcr, how goes business?"
'Peezness, Repecca. is the worst so If can
pc. Ven l looks at all dose suits. NIT legs
and arms like broken, as dey hang. / says
to meinself, Abraham, it is better you hangs
yourself Also
Now. fader. don't take it so like dot"
'Repecca, You goes TO dot front window,
you looks out-and vot you see? You see
Patrick Moneys shop. and one OF dose
wooden Injuns outside, nit on a beautiful
suit Clothing and card dot says: Dis
style So"
Rebecoa sawit
Now. vat you tink apout it,"
Whatever she thought, she did not say
because at that moment small womanin
gown faded and limp came in bearing a
large bundle wrapped in piece OF coarse
plaided gingham. c'Here's the work,
ma am" said this person.
Rebecca opened the package and examined
the cotton and wool flannel shirts. She
counted them-six. II suppose 54 cents We
owe you, Mrs. Robbins"
II suppose so. wish you could make it
a little more" ~
I've cannot. Not in desc times See,
a halfhour agocame here a tramp and gave
him something's TO eat; for links, so could
be me and my fader one desc days."
Don't you have nothing TO say 10 tramps,
Miss Rebecca II a man lives decent and
don't drink. he amt no need to go a-beg
ging," said Mrs. Robbins, severely ju
dicial Don't give nothing TO such people
ma am, for they don't merit it," She pinned
up in the piece of gingham six more of the
shirts: these were cut out, but not basted
| or sewed. Then she went away with the
bundle. Rebecca glanced at her father;
he appeared deeply depressed. From his
lookout he could see three customers at once,
entering the rival shop OF p Mooney fash
ionable tailor. Rebecca took from under
the counter discarded pasteboard box and
its cover. These she took to her owl cham
ber, placing them on the table together with
the bottle of liquid blacking with which
she restored her shoes for Sabbath days.
She locked herself into the room.
When the tramp came the next morning
for his meal, he was sober, and had better
look on his face. Rebecca was confirmed
in plan which she had devised
How should like TO wear good clothes,
like oder persons?" she asked him.
81 shouldn't mind it il / oould'' he
answered
"You can do dot, hut naturally NIT some
oder circumstances attached" Rebecca told
him. She disappeared into the house, then
quickly returned, bringing coat, waistcoat,
and trousers like those worn by the wooden
Indian farther down The street. To these
she added a shirt, hat, and a made-up
neoktie OF an acid green satin. To balance
these advantages, however, her other hand