The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-06-04

speakiner move tel year dat boat Wis
sle.s She copjur me SOL clean fo'get dc
III bag. open II, en-. 10 de Lawdi ef,
want full o. jewelry stones FUN Indies
Senrrings en- such"
Thank God! oh, thank Godp' cries
the girl, whose iears have flowed nolse-
lessly throughout the narrative; yet,
Courrleps eloquent hand still begs.
commands patience And the nre OF his
eyes MS they flash with JOY ard triumph
Is hot enough to dry her tears, !,
Blind TOMS voice. that hns been fall
ms lower and lover, now fails him al.
together. n. ''55li, y. y =.
Swill the doctor never come, He is
wotee than thought. Food has come
too late III I had only thought 70 send
for brandy" - :,
brandy oh, there may be some in
papa's flask. 1always kept 1t Just MS
he left t." q n I
Yes, Il contains q spoonful OF fine old
cognac, sufficient to rouge the dying
man. His hands close around the an-
Client sllver-mounted flask az Courier
Tits u to his mouth In order 10 save
every precious drop. "Alnrser's flnsk!
"a Know II In heaben. You mussn got
im hid In dishere house. You-----' sis
ff Courier puts an arm around the
young lady, and draws her TO her
knees by the pallet. =,
Tom, listen 10 me. Your master Is
dead, and this Is tis daughter who has
taken you In Sf1 80 A
l ais dattcr? DID he git mah'd in
Texas?n \
"He did; ana she knows the story Just
told by You. She Is so. exceedingly.
hgh-minded that she makes the cloud
upon her fathers name a barrier TO
marriage with the man she loves. Her,
father learned some years ago that he
was accused OF stealing q quantity Of
Jewels the society people had been los
ing. He was seen wearing stolen
ring, the very same that Miss Ruby
haa exchange with him. OF course,
Banks pickpocket as well as. confidence
man, was the thief: but he had no
means " proving It, so bore the blame
all his life. In the ethics OF the south,
Banlss's death might be forgiven; the
stealing never =. ~
"Marser steal!" says Blind Tom, who
understands nothing else In Courrler's
little speech. de hull O. Flurdy know
6ettah dan dat. ! got de jewelry stones.
Tek3my conjur-bag OF. my neck-rIp It
up. Dere dey Is, dess lax dc cap'n gie
up time. bin skyahed { show UNI T.
anybody 2cep' marser. en- him could
den reich. He neber know nurr'n bout
sum.," ~ n, ]. x
Courrler's quick fingers remove the
Stalisman--tle skin OF a garter-st,ake-
open It and pour out the precious stones
that had nearly wrecked his life. ~
God is good!" he says Sreverently,,
There Is nothing more 10 come between
u.s. "A. S,sS5 So y -
Don't think OF that now. Look at
him! Tom, poor, good fellow. hear me.
Papa often spoke OF you and called you
his best friend; his only ever-falthful
friend, He never blamed you for not
Following him, but always himself for
leaving you behind" 8iiIt
A smile OF exquisite pleasure crosses
the thin old face, He closes his eyes
for a minute; then: ~
PLEASE, Missy, sing Lorena some mo-.
Tse sleepy, en- I wanter dream It's mar
ser .sIng'n'." =, y =. =" Z.
Crushing her own emotion, she sings
softly, while bending oversthe pallet:
"1tlmatters little. row, Iorena,
The past Is In the eternal past:
Our heads will soon lie low. Lorena,
Life.s tide Is ebbing out so fast.
Butthere's future. oh, thank God,
OF life this is SO small part:
It's dust to dust beneath the sod,
But there-up there It's heart to
heart
Yess. marser," he murmurs:: 81 dun
no wey you Is, rer / cain say wey Use
gwlne; butsartin sho. me;en you's got
ter meet some-uz. haht TO haht!"-New
York Post 80 - :. = r. istl5., s. =, -