Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1904-02-12
somebody's Sister:
I ~ - - IN PR SSsss %
! ri BY Uncle m. ssa,. vts y s.
Copyrighted, 1908, by The Authors Pub oo.sa
By Uncle I'M. ~

Jack, old boy, why dos you, stop
and notice every beggar woman who
speaks to you on the street," 81
The speaker was the younger, of two
+ well-dressed me nwho were saunter-
ing along State street, in Chicago, 1t,
that hour Of the evening when unfor4
tunate or = Inscriptions mendicant4
find it most convenient to ply their
vocation "''' - = i =. q ~ ! I = !
s They were about to enter q fash
ionable restaurant when a woman,
ragged and dirty, laid her hand on the,
young mans arm, but he shrank from
the touch Of the dirty hand r ~ .,t+' ) j
Jack Livingston stopped, drew from
his pocket a handful . of silver and
dropped coin into the swoman's hand
She moved away, and the two men
entered the building. pa ..
After ordering supper, Livingston ~
marked: "Joe, I know you think I'm
queer, and my conduct with beGEarS
justifies the thought. but some day FL
tell you all about it," "' - :, s :, .
81 would not care to toll you The
story here, Joe, and before do nusts
have your word that you will not use,
it for copy. IT, you will. come to ~
rooms after: supper, and promise -
keep tia secret. I'll tell you something
that have never before told anyone"
'.All right, old man., I'll. promise. ~. :
= After supper the friends proceeded
to Livingston's rooms, Where, :afttlg
making his companion comfort1hle,'
and placing, box of cigars on th1
table, the host unlocked T. cabinet
taking out a small ebony box, saat,
ing himself, he opened the casket and
took from it a lock of dark brown hair
and a ring set with smaller gemsssur-..
rounding magnificent sapphire.
x: *Ah! a love story, Jack;a Why; old
man. always thought Cupid had.
never reached your hearth" H.. rstzs,>>EEs
"You are wrong, Joe; mine is not. !
love story such as you think, although
these relics belonged TO- one who was,
very dear to me- - 80 *sst r. IS s:
$:1tThat's a iwoman's. hair?'' -
Eyes; it was my sisters; and now I.
will tell you my story.
81 was born in England; my father;
was killed at Balaklava, in the charge
of the. Six; Hundred; my mother. Wa4
left in comfortable circumstances and
lavished a wealth of affection. 81. my
sister, Mary and myself: HMarysswas
the younger by two years and q very.
beautiful girl. Until she reached her
fifteenth year she was my constant
companion. About this time Mary
asked my mother to let her go to Brus-
sells, with dear girl friend, who WAS
about to finish her education there,
and it was arranged that she should
remain at the seminary of Mademoi-
selle, Villiers until they became pro-
ficient in the French and German Ian
guages, as we'll as in music. Mary:
wrote to me weekly, her letters being
girlish descriptions of the pleasant
| times she was having on the continent.
After she had been abroad some eight
months she came home for a few
weeks. Shortly after returning to tho
seminary, I noticed change in the
tone of her letters, something hard to
describe. She seemed to be just as
affectionate, but there was a: sort Of
restraint, and I felt that I was not;
enjoying her full confidence as In the
dear old home days. Then came q
time when my usual weekly letter
failed to appear, but this gave me NO