Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1902-01-03
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BTCC1ADS
BY.
kAll Ceceiy AIen
Copyright. 1891. by
, A. =. Richardson.

since decided tHlt A+I>- brennan :
youngest hopeful would ciose his earz.l.
Is career through the GgweIcone at
tentions Of the prover'ial haa-uan.
Maggie Brennan. aged fifteen. was .
popular employee at JoaaSoa's cigar
factory. Young Dan WAS Il district
messenger boy. and even little Jennie
earned odd pennies by caring for the
neighborS' children when the latter
/ were called away to christeuincS. fu
nerals ana weddings
But from the day that the Kid
at the tender age of nine months. had
fallen from the TIRE escape TO the area
way, striking three clotheslines 81
route. and had sat up. bowling visor
ously. but unhurt. his young life had
been marked by succession Of stir
ring and nerve distracting events
Even his good natured Irish mother
had begun to regard him as hopeless
and his one friend was pretty Miss
Harris. whose pink and blue shiI''
waists and daintiiy embroidered skirt,
decorated the Brennan clothes hors,
each ironing day. Meta Harris always
declared that the Kid was particu
larly intelligent and some day woulG
perform a great deed.
On this afternoon the Kid having
reached the age of three and having
acquired sufficient wisdom to snatch .
stick of iicorice from d weaker arc
meeker playmate in the gutter haG
wandered far from home
An overdose of licorice on this hot
sultry day had affected the kid" as
hi had u
yearned for the narrow. dim court and
the towering tenement. to say nothing
of a drink aud his mothers restful
: bosom. But all around him WAS mud
the slick. yellow mud of Il newly open
cd street. and beyond disgustingly new
cottages painted in aesthetic tints and
surrounded by gardens laid out in
geometrical flower md lawn patterns
that is. all were thus laid ont save one
1t WAS overgrown with weeds. which
had choked out the flowers planted
there early in the spring
A young man in a natty flannel suit
had paused at the gate and was sur
veyinc with a clouded brow the scene
of desolation. It hardly seemed pos
sible that just four months previous
he and she had planted those flowers
coming up each evening to water them.
pick out the weeds and put finishing
touches within doors.
The parlor furniture had been put in
place. Even some of the shining tin
ware had found its way TO the small
pantry when the quarrel came.
He had done his best to smooth over
the difficulty, but finally one afternoon
he had walked over to the little cot
tage, which represented his savings Of
two hard years. closed and barred the
windows and doors and with "A heavy
heart had walked out through the small |
gate. Never again had he been near
the burial ground of his high hopes |
until this evening. Vaguely he had fell |
lately that something ought to be done |
with the place.
The frown deepened as he turned |
away and marched resoluteIy down
the street. He would see Il real estate
man at once and offer the place at any
So crifice. Then he'd try his luck in
South America. The papers all said
there were great openings down there
for clever fellows from the States.
Mammal, Ma
Jack Griswold stopped communing
with the disa Greeable past and stared
down upon a bedrag gled. forIorn bit Of
humanity
Hello, old chap, Are you black or
white:"
The old chap" resented the familiar
address. fell to weeping Justify and
-oIled disconsolately in the soft mud
''Oh. l say" exclaimed Jack bend
ng over the little fellow. you mustn't
10 that, You'll be a sight. Guess you're
ost"
Griswold glanced helplessIy at the
neat cottages and then at the child of |
he slums. How ever did the youngster
get way out here? And his sobs We're
actually pitiful. Jack thought of a
policeman. but such officials were sell
lom needed in this quiet neighborhood.
Finally pity overca me discretion, and
toward the cottage over
which he bad but lately been gloating |
n misery. He unlocked the door af1o
ed the culprit to the kitchen. turned |
n the water and awkwardly washed
he astonished denizen OF Diggle's
curt.
There. When get a few layers Of
lirt off I'll take you to the nearest po- ,
ice station, and they can locate your
IA. But I'll be hanged if I'd drag
uch a connecting link as you were .
through the streets" .
A fresh handkerchief was sacrificed
n the altar of cleanliness, and then
sriswold started toward the door with ,
lis unexpected charge. But here an ,
Their surprise was in store for him.
he skies were overcast. and lightning
vas PLAYING along the horizon There :
vas nothing to do but wait till the ,
torn PASSED by :
Griswold sank into q rocker in the ,
my parlor. and Mis- Brennan's Kid !
Ia mbered Familiarity upon his knee.
he afternoon was sultry. the little
cad sank lower and lower on Girls
rold's immaculate flannel suit, and
con a soft, even breathing filed the