Connecticut western news., 1895-10-24

tO yOu- IlIuo may DC, bONOfOi, "hSh you may be led to make odious compar- isons between her simplicity and the winning faces of beautiful women.
 My kind benefactor, that is impossi- ble. I shall always love Maggie as much as do now"
 Jabez Wilson sighed. It was @ sad blow to his vanity and to his peace of mind.
 'sThink it over, lad," he began. "When the first pangs of grief at part ing are passed, you will forget about your lowly girl in the whirlwind of your fame, and she will soon put you and let me know what you intend do-. ing"
 The next day MT. Wilson received 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 blooded monster he told her in an outburst of generosity to go and marry Luigi as many times as she liked
 After a 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 him that his dream was at last realized.
 
 Jabez Wilson walked out of his solicit or's office penniless. The bank of which he was principal shareholder had failed, and this, in conjunction with a few minor disasters, had robbed him of every penny he had possessed. He had never in his life done stroke of work and was not even capable of a clerical position.
 The apartments he had occupied were 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 his 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 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. It was pleasant enough  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 dosshouse he frequented reading the pa per short paragraph at the foot of a column caught his eye. "Early yesterday morning the body of woman was found in the Grand canal at Venice. She is said to be the wife of S;gnor Luigi, the we'll 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 ized only too fully. and the broken down man cried like child. A week later he stood outside the doss house with exactlya 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 shop 1 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 1 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 resplendent hotel he stood and played, with one foot on the pavement. A tall, black bearded gentle
 man, evidently foreigner, wrapped in
 priceless fur coat, came down the steps of the hotel, in company with a
 beautiful woman, under the full glare
 of the lamp.
 Instinctively the instrument fell from the lips of the player as he muttered
 half aloud:
 "Luigir'
 The Italian peered into the pale, pinched, upturned face.
 "So you have come to this, eh?'' he
 asked in whisper, lest his companion should hear, at the same time drawing
 half crown from his pocket, "my un-
 for rtunate friend.'
 He turned abruptly, half ashamed,
 when the woman by his side told him
 to come away from the beg2ar.
 ''I come, Mirand '' Then, as she took
 his arm and he handed her into brough.
 am, 'I have pity for these poor musi.
 ns."-Pearson' Weekly.