The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1895-09-11
LAMBERTvILLE, N j. WEDNESDAY,. SEPTEMBER IL, 1895.

,
isons between her simplicity and the
winning faces of beautiful women.
My kind benefaetor. that is impossi-
BILE. l shall always love Maggie as
much Us l do now"
Jabez Wilson sighed. 1t 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 will forget about
your lowly girl in tho whirlwind of
your fame, and she will soon put you
from her mind. Come to mo tomorrow
and let me know what you intend do
ing"
Tho next day Mr. Wilson received a
visit from Maggie. She came in tears
to beg his consent, his heart was touch
ed at tho 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 twelvemonth spent in Italy
Luigi became perfect His first appear
ance in public was made as Gerardo,
and as he reiterated 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, III conjunction with a few
minor disasters, had robbed him of
every penny he had possessed.
Ho had never in his life done stroke
of work and was not even capable of n
clerical position.
Tho apartments he had occupied were
given up Tho 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 q 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. TWAS pleasant enough
to know that tho man whom he had
dragged from obscurity should at that
moment be making Europe vibrate
with the splendor of his voice One
night as no crouched over tho fire in the
dosshouse he frequented reading the pa
per q short paragraph at the foot of a
column caught his eye.
early yesterday morning tho body
Of woman was found i'll the Grand
canal at Venice She is said to be the
wife Of Signor Luigi, tho we'll known
singer, with whom she is supposed to
have led wretched life There are no
marks of violence on tho body, and tho
authorities have passed verdict of sni-
eide while temporarily insane.
Jabez Wilson s forecast had been real
lied only too fully. and the broken
down man cried like u child.
A week later he stood outside the doss
house with exactly penny III his pocket.
He stood wondering what no should
do, when his musical instincts, which
had been crushed ana had lain dormant
for SO long, arose within him. He hur-
ried along the street, entered shop
and purchased tin whistle with his
ono 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 tho struggling gray hair that blew
in tho cold wind and his dry lips
pressed against the whistle.
He was playing Homo, Sweet Home"
that was all no knew.
In front of Respondent hotel he
stood and played, with one foot ON the
pavement A tall, black bearded gentle-
man, evidently n foreigner, wrapped in
o priceless fur coat, came down the
steps Of the hotel, in company with a
beautiful woman, under tho full glare
of tho lamp.
Instinctively tho instrument fell from
the lips Of the player as he muttered
half aloud:
Luigi"
Tho Italian peered into the pale,
pinched, upturned face
$50 you have como to this, chr" he
asked in whisper, lest his companion
should hear, at tho same time drawing
half crown from his pocket. my un-
fortunate friend. ;"
He turned abruptly, half ashamed,
when tho woman by his side told him
to come away from tho beggar.
II come, Mirand. " Then, az she took
his arm and he handed her into o brough
am, II have pity for these poor must
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