Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-06-16

sleep. But do you think that shame
was dead within him? BY no meapa'
Every time q little boy holaered at HIM
Hi there. sandwich man, his poor old
heart quivered and throbbed as under
the lash Of a whip. Yet mere he was II
the crowded streets of New York.
sandwich man. Oh. how heavy,~the
boards were. ana how ais poor should.
ers ached under the iron clamps, which
he couldn't take off until evening. He
believed he would turn into one of the
| Side-streets where he could rest awhile
unobserved. He walked on n on. ne
was no longer in the fashionable quars
ter. Here was a lovely, quiet street
n a hurdy-gurdy with a crowd o.
children around 1t. Should he walk w
to il. The children would make run u
him. But the hurdy-gurdy decided Is
Even this little cit was pleasure in the
old mans life. He would seek a corner
and listen to its sweet tunes. Little did
Uncle Jerry know that as he walked ur
the street a new page was opening in
his life. He rested as best he could up
on the steps of a deserted house. and
idly listened TO the organ. The children
had as yet. not spied him. They were
so interested in the monkey. One little
girl gave it an orange to see what IL
would do. Uncle Jerry was as much in
terested as he would have been formerly
with a scramble of his football team
: As he listened he happened to glance up
to the tenement house opposite. TO him
this residence seemed amost palatiai,
accustomed as he was to sleep where
ever he could set a resting place. At
windowa little, old woman was sitting
sewing, bending ever lower and lower
over her work till 1t seemed that her
pack must break. She glanced up once
n as she saw Uncle Jerry leaning
YEARLY upon the steps she smiled. In
Gle Jerry had not seen such a smile for
years, and when she looked up again,
she flashed him a look of such great
pity as was almost divine. Now his
heart was beating as 1t had o beat
since he led the proud belle OF Rich
mond out to the dance. Uncle Jerry
became fondly Isminiscent as he recalled
those gay times when Araminta VIII
lerby's smiles were for him and him
alone. when his heart beat with fond
hopes for the future. sand everything in
the world was in his favor. How he
had planned to gain wealth and then
win Araminta. but what was he to do
when the delusiye riches had escaped
his gasp? Could ne ask her to share
his poverty with him when she was used
to everything that money could buy?
Little could he know that she would
gladly have shared his last crust with
him. and so 1t happened that he had
gone away to make himself worthy OF
her, and she had waited and waited, re-
fusing advantageous offers until every
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killed in the cruel civil war. home ana
wealth gone. Then. it was that Ara
minta had shown her true Character
With her invalid mother she had gone
to New York 10 exc out a scanty liveli-
hood with her needle. When God called
her mother to him she struggled on
alone, ~eternally waiting and hoping. TIC
her the poor, old sandwich man was al
first only an object of pity, but as SHE
looked again and again there was somo
thing familiar In his withered counte
nance. 1t surely could not be Jerry
sent back miraculously. when her hop,
was almost exhausted. AS Uncle Jerry
looked he at first saw nothing except 8
poor old needle-woman sewing away
for dear life. Blu a certain twist OF hei
head, a peculiar smile on her lips
brought back memories OF his long los,
sweetheart. But he would not allow his
hopes TO flourish and as he turned his
mead he saw that the hurdy-gurdy and
the children had moved away and that
1t must be noon. II he we're not back
ny twelve O'Clock he would receive no
pay and no dinner, so he resolved to
NIX the address upon his mamory and re-
turn next day. So with one last fare
Wen glance at the window he walked
slowly down the street. repeating again
n again the address, AIS Twelfth
street.
The next day passed and the next
ana then a whole week without Uncle
Jerrys temperance. Miss Araminta
thought she must surely have been mis-
taken and tried to quiet the %troublous
doubts and longings in her heart. IL
was not withered like her face. but was
Kept ever fresh and green by her deep
love. Had she known that as she sew
cd away so calmly, Uncle Jerry was ly-
Ing unconscious In an East Side hospl-
tai, the button-holes would have been
! sadly crooked. He had been run over
by a trolley car, because he could not
move out of the way fast enough, and
now only the nurse and the doctor
seemed TO care whether he lived or
died. For days he had been uncon-
scious, and he was but now awaklng
from his stupor. One ing he repeated
over and over In hts rankings, and
that was certain numbers. Ths nurse
could make nothing OF them. so she
called the doctor, saying that IL the
poor oldsfellow had a wish Il should be
gnatifled before he died. The doctor
listened attentively for d moment or
two and then said: 1T seems to be
some address be Is repeating, perhaps I
a distinguish the name For q few
more minutes he waited. and then turn
ing quickly to one OF his assistants.
said: Go Immediately 70 AS East
Twelfth street. and ask for a Miss Ara
minta. l can't distinguish any other
name" The assistant hurried OF and
as IL was almost dark. had some little
difficulty In finding the place.
Miss Araminta was bending over her
work In order to catch the last few
rays Of light. Candles ware SO expen-
siye. Suddenly she heard a knock at
I the door. She hfrrfedly wired q tear