Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1896-09-24

schnl eleRHncc on the Dare WOOu noor.
From the farther end Of the spacious
apartment came a sound of chiselling. A
man was working thcrc, and Ann made
her way to him with determination
strengthened by several disappointments.
He was an olive-skinned man with thick
bush of dead-black hnir. He wore white
blouse. He WINS picking away at block
of marble out Of which the design Of an
oak wreath was growing under his tools.
He gave Ann a glance, then dropped his
eyes and went on.
"Will that one he ixpinsive?' said Ann.
"Noh spik Inglish!" said the oliye-faced
youth and went on picking.
Ann was angry; she had wandered half
over town and spent untold care fare, and
now she wins ballled by this ignorance.
She looked about and discovered the office
and made haste to carry herself in that
direction. Two men were seated ut n
desk in the smaller room. Ann poked her
head through the doorway. She was
trembling with excitement; her bonnet
oscillated.
"The haythen Dago out there can't
talk" she cried threateningly.
What do you want" one of the men
asked, turning his swiyel-chair upon her,
and deciding that she was ain applicant
for ofliee-scrubbing, and hardly eligible.
But Ann was working up her next re-
mark. Yon could almost see it coming
along spirally through her withered
| throat, and even when It arrived she gave
| it n moments deliberate mouthing.
THE old ladys got a beautiful jag on"
said one Of the men.
| Come" said the other, SAY what you
want or get out"
| These gentlemen had professional
gravity at command, but In the leisure
intervals of firmly established business
which was above petty bustlings they
were cheerfully engaged in tracing re-
cent bicycle run on the backs of some old
orders, and they resented interruption.
| I'm afther a tomb" said Ann.
| well, i guess, you're in the wrong
shop. old woman" H
Sure, they tould me this was the foin-
est place in all New Yark."
What kind of sarcophagus do you
want, auntyT aI
Have done wild yer foolin'; it's an
ixpinsive wan oi want"
shes eraZy--puor old coot."
Yes! and how much do you want to
lay out on it--.mother--eh? I"
Its fifteen thousand dollars oil want
to ixpind on it, do yees mind ?-an' not
wan clint less"
The men laughed. Ann advanced into
the room and struck the desk with her
fist.
Oive the peppers to prove it." she
roared, and she began to burrow in her
bosom for documents.
About two weeks later Giuseppe Ben
oni, the Italian sculptor, received an or
der from Il New York house for a tomb,
There was certain stipulation ms to the
price-the design was left to the sculptors
own fancy. Giuseppe wandered by his
beloved Arno and sought inspiration from
her yinecad hills. 1t was his first good
order from New York, although his repll-
tation was beginning to spread lie
meant to send them something worth the
journey. In the spring, when he shipped
ms work. he had grown to love it, and he
parted from it with sense of loss in his
triumph. 1t was very lovely.
The monument was placed above-lct
us not say the ashes-the remains of
Dennis Moynhan, in one of the cemeteries
of Greater New York. A sensational
daily 'scOoped" the whole story and did
it up exclusively with illustrations
Ann was interviewed and became cec
brity. 1t was all put down in printing
!, how the apparently poverty-strckcr
squatter had been'a miser for her sons
sake-low. in spite of death. she had
heaped her all upon the beloved child
and had returned to her shanty and her
; cow. There was very good picture OF
the cow.
; Ann went down to newsstand on
neighboring street corner and bought q
supply of this ford article of which sh,
was the heroine. Then she borrowed q
postal card of Mrs. Mandelbaum and sent
for Kitty Mccarthy to come to see her.
1t happened that the McCarthys, no
being much given to literature, had seer
nothing of the famous article
Hold yer hand. kitty Mccarthy" sal,
Ann. I've fixed up Dinnis' tomb an
oil pay the car fare fer the whole o
; yees to go an see IL. It's tin cints Their
, an tin cints back; for We get wan thrans
fer. do ye mind" She laid two dimes OIL
kitty's palm. 'That'll take yer mother.
! She paid out two more; '.That's fer Moik
yer father. 1.-TWO more.) There's fe
Dan; there's fer Terrence; there's fe
e yerself,, Kitty Mccarthy, there's fe
Nora; there's fer Merry Ann. It's NJ
use payn' fer the twins. Sure yees cal
take them on yer laps on account NV tn
small size nv thim but there's the far
: fer Bridget Docherty-seein' We trait he
4 like wan AZ the family! An here's tn
e peppers. Take thin wild We, an doan'
$ he losin' thin. They'll be tellin' We al
i about ii.
t The tomb was quite nm object of pi
= grimage, being jauntly accessible by tro
$ ley, and Benoni's work was noticed eve
h by the graver journals ms worthy of Wis
g tation. The sculptor had hewn from
d pure block of Carara marble II very beau
. tiful angel of the resurrection. The stron
!, young figure springing from vague de
y sign of clouds seemed to give itself wit
y II free upward leap of every line to in
:. finity, and to spend its life in the one nj
o terance that was carved as nearly a
e sound can be carved from the long trum
k pressed upon its lifted lips.
d The message was the fuller to the heal
c from its silence on the human ear: on
felt that it was a harmony too great an
d rounded for the narrow sense of maj
like the supermortal music of the sphere,
s But to the intelligence of the Mccarthy
when they saw it it blew familiar pin
= in very human key.
AHA! and did yees get left or didn
d yees, me darlin'sT it seemed to them
d be footing. "And amt this an illegal
= tomb intoirely-an' Dennis in it?'
IL Helen Walter.
II Pigeon Fanciers Organize.
A number of pigeon fanciers Twin
IS in the upper end of the Ninth war