Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-08-11

objectionable sin OF wandering without
visible means. It's a hard and cruel
law, Eva, that Furnishes man for hav-
ing no roof to shelter him."
II has a roof" the boy struck in,
when I'm in Lundin. | amt no tramp
lives wifi muvver and sister in Batter
sea. They works for the slops. But
times was hard, and very ofen there
wasn't grub enough to go round, and
muvver got the infuenzie, and my
boots and things went to the pop shop,
and / wasn't class enough to get a
place as errand boy, and-and l hates
them slop-places and factories, SO
come out to find my uncle. He was a
gardener, and so was my grandfather
afore him. and that's what I'm a-goin'
to be, | am, if they'll let me alone"
Again his young face frightened for
the moment by the announcement OF
his purpose-darkened with the recol-
lection of what had passed, the know
ledge that had come upon him in the
on his shoulders, and looked long and
earnestly into his face. Young and
cell of the lookup, that he was only an
Ishmaelte after all.
well, WE'LL" said Osborne, II like a
boy with an ambition, and, what's
more, lad, like your face--theres hon
esty written on it; and if you are only
willing to work, as | think you will be,
your mother and sister shall come here
and settle in one of my cottages
What, sir. In one of them there cot
tages wifi flowers all up the front?
Gawd bless you, sir. Gawd bless you.
She's been ailin' this long time, has
muvver; but she of'en said she'd be
all right il she got down into the coun-
try for BIT"
Osborne rang the bell
I'm going to hand you over to my
servants now" he said. They'll treat
you we'll, never fear. Have good feed
you look as IL you could do with it. l
don't think a little fattening will spoil
his beauty, do you, Eva? There you
are now; trot along"
The boy moved to the door, held OPP
en- by smart maid, and turned. There
was something he wanted to say; it
was struggling from his heart to AIS
lips, but he could not formulate 1t.
C,,1I 1otI ho, IL,
unmarried, though she had had many
matrimonial chances, and had them
still-there was a mothers heart--the
yearning of her womanhood-in her
maiden breast. Slowly her hand moved
from his shoulder to his brow, and
pushed back the yellow forelock
You shall garden for me, Jim Blake,
she said; and together, If I'm not mis-
taken, we shall raise some noble flow
ers"
The boy but half understood her
meaning, but the light in her eyes, the
ring in her voice, were simple enough
in Interpretation. From that moment
ne was Eva Rayne s slave
Are you satisfed?" Osborne asked
In some slight perplexity he was hold
ing to the light piece Of academy
millboard a few inches square, on
which, in charcoal, she had roughed in
two thumb nail heads Both represent
ed Jim Blake, and both were speaking
| likenesses; yet they were paradoxicaliy
most unlike each other. She had drawn
them absolutely while Osborne and tine
boy were talking.
Il am quite satisfied" she said. Don't
you understand these, Frank? Look
again. Which is the real Jim Blake Of
| to-day?"
This, should be inclined to think"
| said Osborr.e touching the brighter pic
| ture of the two-the one which showed
a youth with frank and sunny face;
land yet, do not know"
| That" she answered sis the Jim
Blake who said: 4 mean to be a gard
ener,; this one"-touching the other, in
which the brow was lowering. the lips
sullen, the eyes furtive-"is the Jim
Blake who added: If they'll ony le'
me alone There, they are the same
face; they tell their own story of a
| destiny as yet unworked out; the issue
| lies with fate. What shall it be, Frank?
Shall Mr.. Porcher have a chance to sup
| press in this boy what Victor Hugo
calls the never completely outtrampled
| divine ?"
| you have depicted possibility,
Eva" he answered, gravely, laying the
| picture down Thank God, 1t was only
FOR minute that the boy looked like
that. But to you is given the power of
seeing Beneath the foulest faces lurk-
ing, One built shrine Of reverence
and love; and assuredly there is very
| little of the british in this poor city
wait. Eva, l think you have made a
friend to-day; and now, that, with all
our worldly gear, friends are few and