New-York tribune., 1903-04-06

voice II can't stsy another rafrrt- rntue must -
ONE oy this time and srarvIn
Mrs Martha Mgss vas typicai eharwounan
mine ana r. ors 80 sUs- So 6s- J.irEa,- -
bonnet with red roses which always graced her
gTizzled locks
zeckei sighed as The ample 5eshawled figure
passed out into tae warm gray evening she had
would she get o. he wondered. with his grandson
he smart. up 70 date yo1nZ man who vas somins
long been too feeble in health 70 manage the shop.
and at length he had taken Martha's advice aud
written to his dead dauzhter's eEdest son ar
could never have given IN ct The old place-our now
SIX o'clock s5Iaek frorl tne Old ai1a. faced eock
berated in the wide. high ceIiinzsd oarior,
Zeckel rose stifiy having finished his tea WITH 3
broad wideawake he always wore
, saa4 = e y ls lS q Ia ia - n 9oS N.'o n-
A thin drizzle had set in Zeckel hobbiel s,ionS
1t had been pouring wet weather tor rhe last
week or so. but every evening az about rne same
time the trembling old figure could have oe.n seen
making It's way to the spot where the hest of irs
zeckeI reached his goa at last bis am es-s 5~n,
on the ground tor verv far or what ae dreaded %
a jerk he raised his head. Al dear heaven,
Il had been standing this morning. and now con
fused mass Of stones. bricks and mortar alone
zeckeI stood sun for a space. a vJiflI hsurs IN
blue eyes fixed a pit-ous stare upon the
ruins OF wat was once his Eindom-
Why Zeckei- said a kindly voice at the Old
mans elbow. what YOU doing standing there
n the rain as Il you'd lost yourself
Ezekiel recognized one Of ais customers
piled hIsIiiy 11akfnE Feeble efort 70 raise his
hat: but I'd best be getting home now Evening
sir"
TIE young journalist hurried on. and the old
crept feebIy down the busy thOrOughfare- a
strange numbneSs and WEAKNESS vas coming over
him and ne leaned heavily on the guarIed stick
Somewhere here MONEYS should Re
would in and take his modest haif pint 81
and rest while Tnen he remembered Moneys
had gone. too and its place knew II no more t1Ir
ther Shorts, transformed and magnificent
in its white paint. No, he would not so there
II only he could find seat There the
ETnbankmen-. II would be quiet there.
Slowly and painfully Zeckel made bis way down
a steep turning until he reached The wide, gray
river.
How far Off seemed the OF the rrafac
Zeckel dropped heavily into an empty seat An
he had place IN this new London. with its
broadened streets and It's Intolerance OF old ways
and customs
The river alone had not changed. but flowed
grandly. majesticay- Zeckel watched IL dreaulily-
conscious OF a great. immense Stiffness thar was
stealing over every thing He vas in The Old
shop again, talking and bargaining with Mr. Dick
ems Above the short blind OF red muslin thar
screened the parlOr door he could catch s1pseS OF
the little wiIe's bOnuy face as she laid his TEA
She was singing softly 20 herself the while
Ny love is Ike red. I'd rose
That's newly blown IN June
Nv love IS Ike a melody
That's sweetly played in tune
The air full OF the sweet melody. and
now the river. too. taking IL Up But
gradually even that sound faded barge passed
BY, and disappeared into the dream Ike blue mist
that rising
ZeckeI followed it with dazed tired ewes for
second 50, then his head feT back. arc he drew
deep sigh. the Stiffness Crepr his broken
heart lulltng it 70 an everlasting sleep--tBlack
and White