The Penn's Grove record., 1895-09-06

Co Long LS12nO h10 ul5b1l5Scu mar Q1Lee
and packed her belongings. and came
10 to town without leaving an ad-
lress behind her. She had gone to
Mr. Dash. the editor OF Tomorrow,
and he had taken her on. because she
was in trouble, and because he mad
prophssied a brilliant future for her
in the old dayH. But these prophets
generally leave out of consideration
the TACT that 4 WOMAN Ia a~fFsrsHil. a
Woman. The brilliant career had been
turned aside, and there seemed to be
souae difficulty about setting il into
the rIzh1 track gam. lnsssad Of
irving TO make clever storlez. NEra
Clint read and smiled over sai edftsd
and returned other peopfH9s storias
II was not long before Clint found.
ner. She refused to see him. and
then he wruts her 8 laktar, and SAID
that ne had opened IN account in tina
Jefferson Square Bilnk in her nams.
and that he should deposit fifty dol
lars r week there for her HIS ineonRa
varied. Sometimes thsswss soo1t as
much Ia he made. Mrs. Clint knew.
She never answered the iaEtgr. and h.
let her alona.
She never touched q penny Of tina
money, but let 1T aecumniats tor Wiz
hur. There WAS nearly ten thoE1saI1d
IotIarz IN the bank. ana althoazi1 sha
vowed she would never touch II. lt7waa
pheasant to know that it wss thers in
case of emerzency-for Wiihur. And
then. IN the awful summer. the hank
failed and the money was gons. Sha
went down to see about it. and sEra
found that there had been nothing de-.
posted to her ersdis for sevnrzai
weeks. An extra ti2htnesE CANE soous
her heart. She had been nursInr heri
obstiuaey for alnost HTs yssks. but
never, never feeling alone. II alwsvHi
seemed to her thas Clint was oRtTi
waiting for q word. OF ccur4g slIa
would never speak 1t; il was mis- piaGa
to come back. No one ever spoIEa tn
her of him. She had avoided al at
her old friends. They had been faws
aud she had made no new once. SIZE
aud her boy lived alone. When sue
could let her nurse go, she had taxsn
this little apartment where Margaret
was janitress, aud woulf look after the
boy now and then. Next year ne
wonId go to school.
Think and plan ~ she might, these
last months had made aterribla change
n Mrs. Clint. She pretended to her
elf that it was because Wilbur's
noney was lost, but deep In her heart
he knew that it was the realization
hat at last her husband had deserted
hem. She called it DESERVING them
low. She asked somebody casually,
me day, what had become of Mands
Richardson, and was told that she had
zone abroad; and then she saw ANAL
usion in the Day which told her that
/ Giut wa again in Paris. 1t was after
his that Mr.. Dash same in and made
lis inquiry as TO the growing cynlcisn
# story writer's.
Wilbur was looking longingiv outos
he window. Spring was setting il
srly this year, and the sonnd of the
,oys playing came clearly throughthe
dr. He felt lonely and restless. He
ooked all about him. Across the
rtreet there was a window exactly up
IN 3 level with his own. Framed by
t, looking out as longingly a he, and
tlso dressed in white. but evidently
because he was An invalid, sat a gem
ieman in a chair. He must have inst
,ome there, because Wilbur had never
noticed him before.
The child saw that he was observed,
md with the friendiiness which wss
natural to his lonely little heart. he
howed his teeth in q smile and waved
lis hand. The gentleman smiled
lnck, and, lifting an orange from
omewhere, held it up and beckoned
or Wilbur to come over. The boy
hook his head and then ran back.
Ia hurried into his clothes md tors
It the tangles IN his hair. Margares
night let him go.
Hes such . nice gentleman, Mar
yaret, please" he said. 81 think it's
ny duty TO cheer him up. He's ILL"
Lice ma have q look ut 'im." ths
irish woman returned, taking her
lands out of the suds.
She peered from behind the dotted
muslin curtains of the fifth fat at the
Iaggard, wissfuI face, and gave an
irish blessing upon all 'fsowls."
"Ye're not goin' to call upon thu
ran gintleman with no buttons fast
ned on yer shoes, says I. It's the
good little pants and the fine new
hoes will ye wear to honor him in"
he said ~excitedly.
"Wnl mama eare7" the little voice
Isked wistfully.
'I'm thinkin' she will an she
cont" the Ir1shwomAn mnttered to
herself. Her big red hands were ner-
Jous, but she moved them briskly,
ind soon had the boy dressed in the
iainty little garments IN which his
mother loved to make him beautiful.
Then she took him across the street,
md made an inquiry or two of the
BOY in the hall of the opposite house
Hes been sick 3 good while, but
res gittin' better. He's been into
ome o. them countries where they've
been ightin' wild niggers, an it jest
Ibout killed him. He's settin' mp
low. Did he call the kid over? ALI
light. I'll take him up"
Wilbur took his hand trustingly
md followed him into the elevator.
They had no elevator in their house.
Margaret followed too. She stood in
side the car and heard the door open
and shut. Her hands were clasped.
Then she went home.
At dinner time a wild lookingyoung
Soman burst into her kitchen.
where is my baby7" Mrs. Gin;
Isked, looking about.
"Willy Well now, it's begin your
pardon. miss, but ONE elegant people
who lives aorost the avenoo, in the ATT
aat mp, has enticed the child eyer tQ'sm,