Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-09-11

Well, of course it was silly, but
| Mrs. Clint walked out without
| recognizing them, and went down
| to Long Island and dismissed her nurse
and packed her belongings, and came
up to town without leaving m ad-
dress 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 had
prophesied brilliant future for her
in the old days. But these prophets
generally leave out of consideration
the fact that woman is after all, n
woman. The brilliant career had been
turned aside, and there seemed to be
some difficulty about getting it into
the right track again. Instead of
Clint read and smiled over and edited
and returned other peoples stories.
1t was not long before Clint found
her. She refused to see him, and
then he wrote her letter, and said
that he had opened an account in the
Jefferson Square Bank in her name,
and that he should deposit fifty dol
lars week there for her. His income
varied. Sometimes that was about as
much as he made, Mrs. Clint knew.
She never answered the letter, and he
let her alone.
She never touched penny of the
money, but let it accumulate for Will
bur. There was nearly ten thousand
dollars in the bank, and although she
vowed she would never touch it, it was
pleasant to know that it was there in
case of emergency-for Wilbur. And
then, in the awful summer, the bank
failed and the money was gone. She
went down to see about it, and she
posted to her credit for several
weeks. An extra tightness came about
her heart. She had been nursing her
obstinacy for almost five years, but
| never, never feeling alone. 1t always
seemed to her that Clint was only
| waiting for word. OF course she
would never speak 1t; it was his place
| to come back. No one ever spoke to
| her of him. She hsd avoided all of
her old friends. They had been few,
and she had made no new ones. She
and her boy lived alone. When she
could let her nurse go, she had taken
this little apartment where Margaret
was janitress, and would look after the
boy now and then. Next year he
would go to school.
Think and plan as she might, these
last months had made a terrible change
Mrs. Clint. She pretended to her
elf that it was because Wilbur's
| money 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 "deserting" them
low. She asked somebody casually,
.ne day, what had become of Maude
Richardson, and WAS told that she bad
| zone abroad; and then she saw an al
usion in the Day which told her that
Clint was again in Paris. 1t wa, after
his that Mr.. Dash came in and made
lis inquiry as to the growing cynicisn
# story writer's.
Wilbur was looking longingly out o,
he window. Spring was setting in
,arly this year, and the sound of the
Boys playing came clearly through the
.ir. He felt lonely and restless. He
ooked all about him. Across the
street there was window exactly up
IN level with his own. Framed by
t, looking out as longingly as he, and
,lso dressed in white. but evidently
because he WAS An invalid, sat gen.
leman in a chair He must have Just
some there, because Wilbur had never
noticed him before.
The child saw that he was observed,
md with the friendliness which was
natural to his lonely little heart, he
,howed his teeth in a smile and waved
his hand. The gentleman smiled
,ack, 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.
Ie, hurried into his clothes and tore
It the tangIes in his hair. Margaret
night let him go.
He's such a nice gentleman, Mar.
,aret, please" he said. 81 think it's
ny duty to cheer him up. He's ILL"
'Lee me have a look at 'Im," tn.
rish woman returned, taking her
lands out of the suds.
| She peered from behind the dotted
1
1aggard, wistful face, and gave an
IRISH blessing upon all "sowls."
"Ye're not goin' to call upon tha
| 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"
The said excitedly.
| "Will mama care?" the little voice
.sked wistfully.
| "I'm thinkin' she will an she
Son't," the IrIshwoman muttered to
herself. Her big red hands were ner-
| Tous, but she moved them briskly,
md soon had the boy dressed in the
lainty 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.
"He's been sick good while, but
he's gittin' better. He's been into
'ome O. them countries where they've
oeen fightin' wild niggers, an it jest
,bout killed him. He's setti n up
low. Did he call the kid over? All
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 wild looking young
1oman burst into her kitchen.
"Where is my baby2" Mrs. Clint
Isked, looking about.
''Willy Well now, it's beggin' your
pardon, miss, but some elegant people
who lives acrost the avenoo, in the Aft'
dat up, has enticed tho child aver to'em,