Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1896-08-20
The Poor Old rlan.


was seen walking through one of the
fashionable STREETS of a large city one
cold December day. His coat was Of a
coarse gray and had evidently seen
lard service. The traveller walked
slowly along, examining carefully, as he
passed, the names on the different door
plates He finally paused before a
we may credit the testimony Of the
plate upon the door, was occupied by
Mr.. Alexander Beaumont.
Alexander Beaumont Yes, that S
the name," murmured the traveller to
himself as he assembled the steps and
rang the door-bell.
His summons were answered by a
foot-man, who, after moments scru-
tiny, said, roughly We'll, what do you
want?'
Is Mr.. Beaumont at homer" asked
the Oldham, without needing the in
territorial rudeness.
No; he is not"
Then perhaps | can see his wife,"
Il think it very doubtful; but | will
10 and see
The servant withdrew without ask
Jig the old man to enter. although the
day was very cold, and his clothing
seemed to be hardly sufficient to pro-
tact him from its inclemency.
Mrs. Beaumont was reclining on a
sofa in a room handsomely furnished.
The last new magazine was in her
hand and her eyes were lietlessly
glancing over its pages. She was in
terrupted in her reading by the en-.
trance of the servant.
Well, what now?" she inquired.
There is man down stairs who
wants to see you, ma'am."
Mani" A gentleman, you meant"
No ma am" said Charles stoutly :
fit isn't gentleman at all, for he has
got on an old gray coat, and he has not
got any gloves on?"
You didn't show him into the par.
lor, did you?"
The man shook his head.
You did right, and you had better
sen him I'm not at home"
MIS-. DeduHlOHl Is uOI DIT
said Charles, reappearing at the door.
Il suppose that means she is en-
Gagged" said the old man. Il think
She will see me when she learns who
am. Tell her | am her husbands UNI
Gle and my name is Henry Beaumont"
The man servant returned and deliv-
cred the message.
Good heayensr' said the mistress,
II isn't that old fellow who strolled
off years ago, nobody knows where.
did hope he never would come back
again. And now / suppose he is poor
AZ rat and wants help. Well, he
Won't get it if can help it, but sup
pose I must see him"
She descended the stairs and re-
cayed the old man at the door.
Are you Mrs. Beaumont" he in
CURED
Yes, am the wife Of Mr. Beaumont
aud | suppose from your language you
are"
His uncle Henry! All me! 1 have
been gone so many years, and it does
ME good to return to my kindred"
The old mans features worked con-
yusvely as thoughts of the past came
yer his mind. Mrs Beaumont stood
holding the door as il waiting for
him to depart. She did not give him
anr invitation to enter.
n your husband well?" inquired
he visitor. looking in as if he expect
81 an invitation to enter and refresh
himself
lie is. If you have any message
aim YOU may leave 1t with me, and
Hill deliver it," said Mrs. Beaumont.
d the visitor in a disappointed tone,
that I would have liked to have
1 him."
Win tell him" said the lady, as
yas about to close the door.
Iold There is one question more.
What has become of Alexander's sister
31aa2"
don't know much about her, +"
IKE rather disdainful reply: but
link she married clerk or some
PNi Son. Ills HdlHc 10 lSOMei anu
ives in Norton street. Is that alp
hat is ALL
Ike old man turned his steps toward
treet indicated with many fore
ngs lest his second visit might be
anwelcome as the first.
harles," said Mrs. Beaumont, as
losed the door, "if that old man
again be sure and not forget to
am ! am not at home"
rton street was not a fashionable
nor was the two-story dwelling
Ned by William Lowe either
come or costly It was marked.