The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-12-09

you ever saw. ShtICyseyeut hnaulUle'
gated, braEen-5 awed. with lines be-
tween the eyes and mouth that showed
that no apologies were needed be-
tween them; they understood one an.
other and belonged to the same class,
The bullet-shaped head was cropped
close, but nature had made some at
tempt 70 conceal the badness Of the
mouth with a scraggly. dropping growth
Of hair-as she sometimes does soften
ruin, knowing how thin the veil Of char
through which we look is apt TO b..
Tobacco Juice drisSled in furtive and
dinEy stream from one corner Of his
mouth. HIS shoes were whole. though
worn and, dusty. His flannel shirt was
Thin and old and dirty. and the opening
for ceolness OF It's nrst two buttons
showed that his trunk had not lately
been charged with excess baggage.
The day had been oppressively warm
but a. cool lake breeze sprung up as tho
tramp sIouehed Up the street. and,
turning in a haphaEard sort of way
walked between white lllacs and c.oae-
cut lawns 70 the door Of a house.
An artist would have said of this
House that the lines and colors wore
simple and cool and Testful. A poet
would have said that the huge bOwldcrs
10 the fountain spoke Of depths OF for
eSts and rushing streams. Friends said
Il was the welcome that gave them re-
ffesAment in summer and warmth in
winter. But the tramp said: by shun-
der! Thls'a dun sof spot some fell
laF's got to come TO-"
mrs. Wetherby was tired Of expur-
gated editions. For the society editions
Of her acquaintance to suppress GER
tain chapters before coming to her po-
lite perusal was undoubtedly good for
them and respectful toward her. Mrs.
Wetherby was mot decadent, neither
was she particularly new" but she
loved truth aud loved humanity. Cir
cumstanees had been wrapt about her
with the soft resistance Of jewelers.
cotton, preventing any contact with
that shlttlessness ana nth and crime
which at least adds little hypFoc!sy to
its degradation.
She had been working hard all this
hot day. But the work was done In
rooms with cool, green. walls, or on
shaded porches, In the freshest Of sumo
mer house gowns. There had been
fruit to preserve and. babies to looE aft
ter, and all the detailed vital things TO
see to, which no one knows about until
they aren't done some day. But done in
such attractive places. with such dainty
appliances. the repression and selection
back OF all harmonious resuitmet fewer
obstacles. The incense from thege
home sltaFs is fragrant as housewives
lavender With unpretending self-saeri-
nee and glad endeavor.
Mrs. wc,herby came slowly down the
stairs at o'clock with thSt contentment
OF mind which only the consciousness OF
looking ones best has the power to he
STOW. Her thin pink gown was fresh.
The flush rom standing over the pre-
serving Kettle fingered only In her
cheeks. She glanced in ut the dining
room Is she passed. No tiOweTs on the
table, Starting out doors to get them
she met tfs tramp. 'Gos any more
work for me, Miss Wetherby?. he ask
ed. She looked at him steadily for q
moment, and then replied: ANY more
work for you TO do? No. ] never saw
you before; never forget faces"
well, that gag don't 90 down YOU,
them he cheerfully answered. but
fnInit YOU got something for me TO d0l
IilEin clean ketch basins, take care o
aowers, cut grass. lay sidewalks, scrub
floors, run a lOcomotlve-oh, / can DO
most anything you'd be apt 70 want
done"
II haven't any locomotives around the
place that need running Just now" she
GF1Vely replied. Their eyes met, aud
they both laughed. Eve got some
VegetahleE that need thinning out, and
thS back lawn needs cutting Will you
40 these for your supper"
"auFe. Where's your tools?"
He went to work with will.
n iiftle later Mrs. Wetherby leaned
EVER tie piazza Taiiiugs, near where the
lam Vas trimming the grass around
some br8hes, and said: How did you
ErnoV, my name was Wetherby7' The
4ramn ehucIEled well" he said, thai
MAS funny the way come TO know that
You see met bum way out west, .aIlc
VrsS goln' the same road. so We tramped
together for while. He was q sickiy-
looking bIOlse and he was tellln' me
i1ev, nSnF he come to dyin' one time get.
fin' 70 Chicago. It must a. beer
three or four years ago, last winter
ne rot q far 3 this town and he'd walk,
near dead with the cold, and he'd Walk'
cd clear from Aurora. Every house ht
0tFtick had q dog or q cross biddy, TIL
ne atFuek this one, You give him cur
q NOT coffee. or your girl did--an' old
coat, He's never forgot how good thai
coffee tasted"
''But how did he come TO tell you mS
name, and how did you happen 30 re'
member IT."
me tramp laid down the shears. push.
ed back his hat, and extracted from I'M
depthg OF his trousers pocket small
gFeasy. dog-eared blank book. H'
is,oked around fuTtively. when one OIL
~" be aald, ImpreFBively 'is Eoln' t.
q place we gets q list Of all De snaps
along the way"
"And was one OF the snapsf' Mrs
WetheFby Intercepted. 49,
"Oh. gee" replied the tramp, iheS
saws you feeds every good for nuthin
hum an the read. But they do say TOO
fhat somehow or other. you mnkeA' en-
work for IT, Then I says to the fellel
/ told You about givin' me your name
well. she must be green, The
4rnnD paused dramatically, and hia eyei
Soyrot Tor a moment that they weren'
bO1est. Say. Mrs Wetherby he pref
~ near cat the face off'n me for sayln
And how did you know that ] wal
Mrs. Welherby?'
Won HuUnred OF an looked AZ me ] wa
sure. That Teller said he bet you look
~ r1t,t thrOtIRh and see the shade Of hi