Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-09-18


instil into you that little required 70
take You to Naples. where we will spend
the next year or two
For the first time since their odd ac-
quaintance, Luigi failed 70 hail an an
n0uncement for his benefit with any
sign Of pleasure or satisfaction. he
looked gloomy and hasitated to speak
You have always been extremely
kind and good TO me- Mr.. Wilson. l
cannct by any possible means express
my gratitude. But the suggestion you
have made. although entirely for my
good, fills me with pain. / cannot leave
England. because-because / am going
TO get married
The dickens you areW rOared the IN
furi2-ed bachelor, mad with rage. This
SIR. is he way in which you show your
gratitude You Italian dog - you
scOundrel-y0u'
He stopped short. What an idiot ne
was. Luigi was only flesh and blood
and young blood at that.
Luigi he began, after the silence
Of a moment is this girl Of yours
suitable partner to accompany you on
your upward career through life? You
will stand at the head Of your art and
Will move in the highest circles Of Eu-
ropean society
She. whatever her post in life now
may be i'll suited 10 grace the drawing
room of the aristocracy or 10 sit by
your side in the carriage that draws
YOU to your mansion.
You love her now-sAe is every
thing TO you. Time may be. however,
when YOU may be led to make odious
comparisons between her simplicity,
and the winning faces OF beautiful wo-
men"
NY kind benefactor, that IS impossi-
bic ! shall always love Maggie as
much as / do now
Jabez Wilson sighed. L was sad
blow TO his vanity and 10 his peace of
mind
Think il over, lad" he began.
when the first pangs of grief at part
ing are passed. YOU will forget about
your lowly girl in the wh!rlwind 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
visit from Maggie. She came in tears
TO beg his consent. ais heart was touch
ed AT the sight Of a woman in sorrow,
and. reviling himself for q cold-blooded
monster. he sold her, in an outburst of
generosity, to go and marry Luigi as
many times as she liked.
flor q -yr-afya or,+ir cnnur in Tfq1v
Luigi became perfect. His first ap
pearance in public was made as Gerar-
40. and. as he reueated be hind the cur
,ains that night, old Jabez Wilson
waited to press his hands and tell him
that his dream was at last realized.
Jabez Wilson walked out of his solic-
itor's Office penniless. The bank Of
which he was principal shareholder
had failed. and this, in conjunction
with few minor disasters, had robbed
him Of every penny he had possessed.
One night, as he crOuched over the
fire OF the dOss house he frequented,
reading the paper, short paragraph
al the foot Of a column caught his eye.
Early yesterday morning the body
of q woman was found in the Grand Ca
nal at Venice. She is said 10 be the
wife of SignOr Luigi. the well known
singer. with whom she is supposed 70
have led a most wretched life. There
were no marks of violence on the body,
and the authorities have passed YER
dict OF suicide while temporarily in
sane
Jabez Wilson'S forecast had been re-
allied only 100 fully, and the broken
down man cried like 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 lain dormant for
so long. arose within him. He hurried
along the street, entered a shop and
purchased a tin whistle with mis- one re-
naming copper
An hour later as he walked slowly
along the middle OF the road. his
hreadbare coat buttoned up around his
neck. an old battered hat pressed tight
lv down over the struggling gray hair
chat blew in the cold wind. and his dry
lips pressed against the whistle, he was
playing Home, Sweet Home, that
was all he knew,
Infront Of a respondent hotel ne
stood and played, with one foot on the
pavement. a tall, black bearded gen
tleman. evidently a foreigner wrapped
in Q priceless fur coat. came down the
steps Of the hotel, in company with a
beautiful woman, in the full glare OF
the lamp.
Instinctively the instrument fell from
the lips of The player, as he muttered,
half aloud. luigi"
The Italian peered into the pale
pinched. upturned face.
so You have come 10 this. eh?' he
asked in whisper. lest his companion
should hear. at the same time drawing
nall a crown from his pocket, my un-
fortunate friend
lie turned abruptly, half ashamed,
when the woman by his side told him
TO come away from the beggar.
ST come. Mrand" Then as she took
his arm and he handed her in broug-
ham. L have pity for these poor musi-
clans" Parsons Weekly.
so SOON.
Al the summer wharf:
I can see Jones yet.
What is he doing?'
standing by The starboard rail
throwing uD his hat.