Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1895-10-25

was Iniei was only fsosh and blood,
ana yonnR blood az that
Luigi. he hogan after the silence
Of The moment. els this GIRL Of yours
snitable partner 10 accompany you ON
your upward career through lifes You
viii stand at the head Of yonr art. and
yon viii move in the highest circles Of
European socie :.
She, whafever her post IN life now,
may he III fitted 60 grace the drawing
rooms of the aristocraty or "a sit by
your side IN the carriage that draws
you TO youl mansion.
You love her DOW she is ever ything
to you. Time may be. however, when
you may be led TO make odiouS eompar-
isons between her simplicity aud tho
winning faces Of beautiful women.
My kind benefactor, that is impoSsi-
bic. / shall always love Maggie as
much as do now.
Jabez Wilson sighed. Ii was sad
blow TO his vanity and TO his peace of
mind
Think it over, lad. he began
"When the first pangs Of grief at part
ing are passed, you viii forget about
your lowly girl in the whirlwind of
your fame, and she will soon put you
from her mind Come 10 me tomorrow
and let me know what you intend do
ing -
The next day Mr.. Wilson received a
visit from Maggie. She came in tears
to beg his consent, his heart was touch
ed at the sight of woman in sorrow,
and reviling himself for cold hlooded
monster he told her IN an outburst of
generosity to so and marry Luigi as
many times as she liked.
After twelvemonth spent in Italy
Luigi became perfect His first appear
ance in public was made as Gerardo,
and as he retreated behind the curtains
that night old Jabez Wilson waited to
press his hands and to tell hmm that his
dream was at last realized.
Jabez Wilson walked ont Of his solicit
or's Office penniloss. Tie bank Of which
he was principal shareholder bad failed,
and this, in conjunction with few
ulluOf ulcstNtCIcs tttu iohhNN MIN VI
every penny he had possessed.
He had never in his life done stroke
of work and was not even capable of
clerical position.
The apartments he had occupied We're
given up. The club was never again to
see him or hear what had become Of
him. The fine old wines in his cellar
fetched sufficient to pay has long stand
ing rent, with surplus TO keep him in
food and lodgings for few weeks
that was all.
From his scanty store he drew a pen
ny every day TO search the papers for
news of Luigi's success He could not
bring himself to write to him and to tell
him everything twas pleasant enough
to know that the man whom he had
dragged from obscurity should at that
moment be making Europe vibrate
with the splendor Of his voice. One
night as he crouched over the fire in the
dosshonse he frequented reading the pa
per short paragraph at the foot of a
column caught his eye.
Early yesterday morning the body
canal at Venice She is said to be the
wife of Signor Luigi, the well known
singer, with whom she is supposed to
have led wretched life. There are no
marks Of violence ON the body, and the
authorities have passed verdict of sui
eide while temporarily insane.
Jabez Wilson's forecast had been real
lied only too fully. and the broken
down man cried like a child.
A week later he stood outside the doss
house with exactly penny in his pocket.
He stood wondering what he should
do, when his musical instincts, which
had been crushed and had lain dormant
for so long, arose within him. He hur
ried along the street, entered a shop
and purchased a tin whistle with his
one remaining copper.
An hour later and he walked slowly
along the middle OF the road, his thread
bare coat buttoned up around his neck,
an old battered hat pressed tightly down
over the struggling gray hair that blew
in the cold wind, and his dry lips
pressed against the whistle
He was playing Home, Sweet Home"
that was all he knew.
In front of a respondent hotel be
stood and played, with one foot on the
pavement A tall. black bearded gentle
man, evidently foreigner, wrapped in
a priceless fur coat, came down the
steps of the hotel, in company with
beautiful woman, under the full glare
Of the lamp
Instinctively the instrument fell from
the lips of the player as he muttered
half aloud:
"Luigif'
The Italian peered into the pale,
pinched, upturned face.
$50 you have come to this, eh?" he
asked in a whisper, lest his companion
should hear, at the same time drawing
half crown from his pocket, my UNI
fortunate friend "
He turned abruptly, half ashamed,
when the woman by his side told him
to come away from the beggar.
81 come, Mirand - Then, as she took
l,ie arm and ha handed her info a brouOh-