Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-09-03

other needy gentleman found refuge on
the rumble of a hanson?
But suppose he should some day find
himself with one of his old University
friends for a fare? ttThree-and-six-
pence, sir; two shrillings the fare, and
eighteenpence for waiting" That
would never do. The very thought of
it is unsupportable; and he declines be-
coming cabby.
Another idea comes up-dernier re-
sort of the destitute and desperate
the army. Shall he enlist as a COM
mon soldier? He has a turn for SOL
diering. though not exactly in that
way. To share barrack-room and sit
at mess with men he was born to COM
mand-whom his father commanded
certainly position somewhat re-
pugnant. Still, many a noble fellow,
many a born gentleman, has submitted
to it, And have not privates often be-
come commissioned officers-risen to
grand rank and gained great glory !?
Why not he the same? 1t is possible
probable enough. To young ardour
nothing appears impossible.
So rejecting he at length overcomes
his objection to the ranks, and resolves
&c take the shilling"
Having fully made up his mind to it,
he sallies forth AMI Gets face for West
n.inister-that corner where recruiting
sergeants may be seen at all times, and
On the way he has to pass through
Trafalgar square, where he stops and
for a time stands contemplating the
monument of England's greatest naval
hero. The sight is opportunely sug-
gestive. True, Nelson was never be-
fore the mast, but many a great Ad-
miral has been, and he again recalls
the oft-quoted words that many a
baton in his knapsack." The saw is
French, not English, and the fact still
more so. But this consideration does
not deter him from sticking to his re-
solve, and, giving another glance at the
statue, he is about to pass on, when
the sight of something else stays him.
This time not a monument, but man,
an Italian-Luigi Torreani
The young artist is seated on the
steps which lead down to the asphalt
tagging, sketch-book in hand, appar-
emily taking the statue. At sight of
Henry Harding he springs to his feet,
and, rushing forward, filings his arms
around his rescuer in a warm, amicable
embrace.
What are you doing here?" asks the
Englishman mechanically
The artist points to his sketchbook,
and says:
"Only following my profession, as
you see."
The page shows an unfinished draw
ing of the Nelson column, with the
statue on Its top.
81 should have thought it scarce
worth your while; you who have in
Rome SO many better models
''As far as the statue goes, yes. But
the original-the man himself-we
have none like him. Among us Ital-
ians your Nelson has great name.
They remember him at Naples But,
come, Signore." he adds, changing tone
and shutting up the sketchbook. you
will go with me to my studio, which is
also my place of residence I've chang
ed it since that night when we were so
informally introduced to one another.
If you're fond of Italian pictures 1 can
show you some of my own painting;
besides, give you a glass of real Rom
an wine and a cigar. You'll come,
won't your"
Henry Harding hesitates, looks down
Parliament street. then at the fact of
the young artist, full of friendship,
and gratitude That glance decides
him He turns his back upon Westmin-
ster, and walks away with Luigi Tor
reani
Before another hour has passed over
his head he resolves not to take the
sergeant's shilling, and the British
army has lost the chance of securing a
recruit TO have turned out a thorough
soldier