Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1896-01-04

Visit from Maggie. She came III tears
to beg his consent; his heart was
touched at the sight of woman In
sorrow, and, reyiling himself for a
cold-Mooded monster, he told her, In an
outburst of generosity, TO go and mar
1 ry Luigi as many times as she liked.
| After a twelyemonth spent in Italy,
| Luigi became perfect. His first APP
/ pearance in public was made as Cas-
ardo, and, as he retreated behind tie
curtains that night. old Jabez Wilson
4 waited to press his hands anG tell
him that his dream was at last real,
| lied
Jabez Wilson walked out of his so
licitor's office penniless. The bank of
which he was principal shareholder
had failed. aud this, in conjunction
with a few minor disasters, had rob
bed him of every penny he had pos
I Sessed.
stroke of work. and was not even ca
| pable of clerical position.
The apartments he had occupied
We're given up; the club was never
again to see him or hear what had be-
come of him; the find old wines in his
cellar fetched sufficient to pay his
keep him in food and lodgings for q
few weeks--that was all.
From his scanty store he drew
penny 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. 1t was pleas
ant enough tC know that the man
whom he had dragged from obscurlty
should at that moment be making
Europe vibrate with the splendor OF
his voice.
One night as he crouched over the
fire In the doss house he frequented,
reading the paper, a short paragraph
at he foot of the column caught his
eye.
Fairly yesterday morning the body
of a woman was found In the Grand
canal ar Venice. She is said to be the
wife of Sig. Luigi. the well known
singer. with whom she Is supposed To
have led q wretched live. There are
no marks of violence ON the body, and
the authorities have passed verdict
of suicide while temporarily insane"
Jahez Wilson's forecast had been
realized only too fully. and the bro
ken-down man cried like child.
week later he stood outside the
doss house with exactly a 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 hur-
ried along the street, entered a shop
and purchased a tin whistle with his
one remaining copper
An hour later he was walking slow
~ along the middle OF the road. his
threadbare coat buttoned up around
his neck. an old battered hat pressed
tightly down over the struggling gray
hair that blew in the cold wind, and
his dry lipe pressed against the whls-
tie, he was playing Home. Sweet
IIome'-that was all ne knew.
In front Of respondent hotel he
stood and played, with one foot on the
pavement. A tall. black bearded gen
tleman, evidently foreigner. wrap
ped in priceless fur coat. came down
the step Of the hotel, in company with
beautiful woman, In the full glare
Of the lamp
Instinctively the instrument fell
from the lips Of the player, as he mutt
tered half aloud:
Luigi
The Italian peered into the pale,
pinched. upturned face.
$50 you have come 10 this. ehg" he
asked in whisper, lest his compan-
ion should hear. at the same time
drawing half a crown from his pocket,
my unfortunate friend
He turned abruptly. half-ashamed.
when the woman by his side told him
to come away from the beggar
Il come. Mirand." Then. as she took
his arm and he handed her In a
brougham, Il have pity for these poor
musicians Parsons Weekly.