Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1895-07-26

lame, too. Kind O. makes big fellow
like me feel 'shamed to make sick
girl cry, and that's just what she does
when I'm worse'n common. She says
hadn't oughter smoke"
II agree with Helen" said Mark;
"but not SO much because disapprove
of smoking as because you may injure
your voice."
"Hol ho that's good. Think my
voice is worth SAVING"
Mark had been turning over plan
In his mind, and now he said, very Sc
riously: bob, think this much of
your voice: II. you will go back with
me to Boston will see that you have
a good room to live in; you shall have
good things to wear, and your voice
shall be trained, and some day you
will become famous singer"
The blue eyes opened wider as the
inducements multiplied. Bob was
serious, too, now.
believe you're jol1in',' he said
Honor bright, I'm not" returned
Finley.
IL don't care so much for the clothes
and all that, but Helen told me once it
nd be fine thing to take singin' les
sons. She said could sing pretty
good"
| "And right she was, BIB. know
what I'm saying, and tell you you
will be famous yet Win You Gomez
The shocky hair fell over the bent
face, half concealing it. Rob was dig
cling his toes violently into the ground
it was his way when excited.
"You don't want me- he said, slowly
I'm the worst boy.in town, Ask any
body; they'll tell you So"
>'But do want you. Will you go?"
"Go? o. course will The blue
eyes looked up through tears that had
somehow come, in spite of the little
chaps best efforts. aim no burned
, fool, to miss chance of takin' singin'
lessons" Bob mopped desperately at
! his eyes with his coat-sleeve. II
, guess l amt much better'n girl.
But 1t sorter takes me back to have
, anybody speak kind to me. Gen'ally /
, git cuffed. Anyhow, Mr.-what'd
i you say your name was?-Mr. Finley,I
: got ter go home an see what Helen
J says first"
Right you are, Bob, and we will
start to-day and off went the raga-
, muffin and the millionaire to Master
Robert Burkes little home, where the
, uncle fell in with Finley's overtures
with readiness that had something
/ uncanny in 1t, and the little lame sister
, wept and kissed Bob score of good
bys, binding him with promises of a
speedy visit home, and not to forget
her, and, above all, to be honorable
and good.
So 1t came about that Mark Finley
returned to Boston with protege in
tow, to become the object of good-na
tured chaff and the butt of friendly
8 jesting.
e AS a matter of fact, when Bob mad,
his promises he had every intention o.
keeping them. Helen should be posted
by weekly and perhaps daily letters O
his changed conditions. He even out
lined little scheme of correspondence
in his mind as the train dashed along
to Boston, and pictured to himself the
pleasure 1t was going to give his sister tc
read his elaborate accounts Of what h
did and saw about town. He half en-
wed her the joy that was in store from
those letters
rhe fulfillmcnt of his promises proved
an entirely different proposition |
was certainly not caused by any lack o
interest on the sisters part, for she al
ways insisted, in her wonderful,
prompt eplies-written in the prim
NEST of hands, with Dear, Dear Bob
at the beginning, and an invariabl
up. g." at the close-that she was no
being told near fully enough of he
brothers life, and remarking that hi
!" letters were always too short. Hele
was not the sort of girl to complain
ID but 1t was somewhat bewildering t
# read Bob's letters. There was full
one-half that needed explanation.
lie seemed just as though he were tryin
b. to fill up four pages There certainl
t. was no need to take whole page /
Of apologizing fer not having write
sooner. Now that he really was wri
ing, why not overlook that.
And then there was always an awfr
tumble of the oldest sort Of stuff, a
4, about Mr.. Finley and Mr.. Finley
ID friends and their beautiful horses an
q. dogs; of the great club, the Algonquin
that he had gone through; of tn
IN churches and their pipe organs, as bi
- as houses; and the theaters and til
=, actors he had seen. The greater pal
. of Bob's letters were full of himsel
- He wrote glowingly of Signor lost
w. who was teaching him to sing, and tol
:. how many hours each day he wa
4 obliged to practice; but these, he e,
-. planned, We're the brightest hours {
I. the twenty-four.
T. "And, Helen" he used to add, Isl,
N nor Tosti says will be great sings
some day. Suppose it should hep"
q Bob only wrote five or six Letter
10 home that year he was in Boston.
n. had been longer than usual since til
in fast one had been received, and Heller
ne SittiHS III Hcr litVic TOChct, With H'
nj sewing lying UNDECIDED in her lap, trie
Of to figure out what caused the delay.
L" But the reward of patience WI
I'd abundant, for one morning there can
r: q fine, long letter from Mr.. Finley hin
self, in which he said he would |
down that week and bring her up
Boston, SO she could hear Bob's trial {
Trinity church. 1t was to be the or,
I'd cial test of her brothers hard worl
e- and she must be there to hear it,
70 All. what a world of excitement
Id the little brain--Bob was to sing in III