El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-08-19
FL PASO DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, AUGUST 10, 1892

| i3re in the grate-''1 say. :..,..:,. don ;
believe he likes doing it after all
Townsend had lifted the kettle from
the fire and was making tea in Il brown
teapot with a broken spout. While II
was sleeping he picked up the pieces OF
the shattered plate from the hearth
where the old woman had tossed il
when she had finished her omelet
Here's your tea. came distinctly
through the open window few min
utes later. "What will you stir it with
today2"
He turned to a motley collection OF
articles on a shelf at the old woman
side She selected a toothbrush. al
which Townsend was seen by his watch,
full friends to make grimace.
"I'm ready: go on" they heard he,
say, and Townsend. seated on the ia
ble's edge. in proximity to his cooking
appurtenances. swung his legs idly and
began to sing 1.-THE Sunshine of Para
disc Alley"
"Wen. I'll - be - hanged!' SAID
Chadwick.
The tea and the music seemed io
have a composing influence upon the
old woman. The incessant swaying o.
her body ceased. Only the nervous
hands beat continual time with the
toothbrush against the teacup.
II went through a pork establish
ment the other day. said Townsend
resting his elbow on his knee and his
chin on his hand. land there l learned
the intimate connection between the
rendering of pig products and the rem
dering of a song. 1 stored the info1 ma
ton in my memory to tell you.
The old woman showed some interest
''In rendering pork. you know. yor
try the fat. and in rendering song
you try the audience See? | will now
illustrate the rendering of song. he
went on hastily. seeing that his patient
was growing restless in her effort to
understand his nonsense.
He was singing ben Bolt in a
highly sentimental manner and tears
were running down his hearers with
cred cheeks when step in the entry
caused an instant change in her de-
meanor. Springing to her feet. she flung
her teacup straight at the door. Town
send sprang from the table and caught
it neatly on the fly.
''Out!" cried Grimston under his
breath
How has she been?' the newcomer
asked. with no trace of surprise at the
warmth of her reception. She was
woman of 40. tall and angular. and her
features showed her kinship to the in
sane woman. her mother
About as usual. returned Town
send. II saved the cup today. you see
but l was too late for the plate. indi
eating the fragments on the table.
The listeners beneath the window
now thought it wise to make good their
escape-an except Allen. He walked
along slowly after his friends. who were
running in pursuit of an electric car
that had flashed by the end of the alley
He let Townsend come up with him
Hello. old man. What are you do
ing here?''
Spying on you" returned Allen
frankly. and then made his confession.
ending with. And beg your pardon
with all my heart
''Oh. that's all right. said Town
send. much embarrassed. They re just
two old women found out about The
daughter makes neckties. and she has
to deliver them at shop in the square
every day at o'clock. SO if l can stay
with the mother while she's out she can
keep her job. you see Then it saves
her some trouble if the old woman has
her supper while she's gone. It amuses
me. too. he added rather shamefacedly
Allen never told Townsend who had
been his companions in the reconnoiter.
ing expedition. but it was not hard to
guess at some of them. Chadwick came
to Townsend the next day with
II say! I've got some money here
that l got the other night-no matter
now-and | don t like to keep it. D,
you know any poor people that it would
nelp?'
And Morton. who had cut severa,
'ecitations for the purpose of going into
Boston to make some purchases. brougk:
aim a big bundle of silks. saying
''Old man. Allen tells me that you
know a woman who makes neckties
Will ycu get her to make ME up some
out of these? Pretty. aren't they?" be
added sheepishly
And CRIMSON. who was fond of an
equities. implored him whenever they |
net to ''render IL song to try men 8 |
souls. Mabel Shipper Clarke in Ma
ional Magazine.