The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-12-05
rcouyricht. 1896. by thes Bachelor syndi'
cate.l
PART i.

fcouyricht. 1896. by thes Bachelor Synci.
cate.l
PART i.
THE two young men were weary and
footsore and the road. was steep. The
pale one dropped under tree and
closed his eyes.
..It's no us,s- Florao. You'd better give
1t up"
"Idiot!" returned the other, big
blonde fellow with a soft voice-sat
down, hugged his knees and scowled.
Presently he exclaimed:
"Charioe You're not going to play
me the shabby trick of fainting again!"
..Not If / can help it," Richard re-
piled, feebly.
."Wcll, mind what you're about!
Wait"
Running down the bank he wet his
handkerchief in a hit OF brook triclding
between vineyards and bathed his
friends face.
sit costs nothing which is one for
lus, but, alas," he mlttered ruefuny, lit
As not filing. Don't faint. little one!'
"rm all right"
"You look it. Never mind. You'll
look better soon. Just you wait till
your stomach's full of roast capon and
Burgundy"
Richard smiled in languid irony.
"See! The very thought is illuminat-
ing. If you'd only grin little oftener,
end drop that bad habit Of going about
with your Sorrows-of-W -Werther, starved
greyhound expression, this copartner-
ship would make better impression on
the public"
Richard propped himself on one el
bow.
"Mys dear old boy, want to speak
to YOU. I'm quite played out. you see'
and" -.
sNot asbit of I'll" :
"worse still, I'm running YOU" !
"Don't drivel, little one"
"Alone you'd get along all right, even
now that you've wasted all that you had
on me, and.I've made sp my mind once
for all"
"Oh, have you! You tell me about
that later. will you? can't stop just
now. Richardo milo, we stand upon the
lthSesheld- of our enterWise!"
"Don't swagger. Listen, Florio."
"Tll be - if i will. You are starv
ing. Has a starving man sense? Yo,
have been eleven weeks in hospital
Does that tend to cheerful and sane
views of life? What were you at be
fore, when found you? Gluttonizins
ON black coffee, while you did mast!
little Jobs for that confounded Illus
trated paper and tried to scrape enough
together to paint your picture, unit
you broke down, fat-black coffee be
ing proverbially not filling. Nov
don't lie there in a ditch and get maud
lin. Just answer me this. Suppos'
YOU have bread and beer and room ant
Your canvas and traps, are you or arr
YOU not man enough to paint your pic
ture?"
The painters soul leaped In his eyes
swell. you are willing to paint IL
my boy! SO what's the use Of whining
But first, we've got TO eat. I've talket
enough. Now I'm going to grid up IN,
;loins and storm the town."
rAs we've stormed the Others" Rich
ard said bitterly.
mot at all Quite otherwise. Thi
town will be squeezed" He opened an
closed his hand significantly. View
been, up TO this present, too virtuous
Virtue is not filling. Nor does 1t max
for respectability. Look at our clothes
j shall now take to the road 'Pu
money in thy purse"
"rve no conception what you NEAR
F1orio," the other returned wearily.
i"Nor l. That is, i have created th
Gigantic outlines, but not yet the fin
details. advise you to pull your ha
over your eyes and take nap. 1t wi
cost Us nothing. Anyhow, don't worry
Things are going to be all right. III b
back soon. Don't faint, little one
Mind. no nonsense"
"Florio, have you one single penny Z?
"Not i! IL / had penny, pray wher
would be the genius in getting som
bread?"
Richard sighed and covered his face
hoo disheartened 10 hope, too hungr