Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-03-25


 blaw mine. We were not to lack ap. preciation. He was on one paper and I on another, and every time he wrote an article went up and down the of flee praising him for man O mighty skill, and he did the same for me. If any one spoke of him in my hear ing said every word of foetery at my command. What Tom Douglass would say-'the man O the Herald that's written those wonderful articles from the law court? A genius, sir; an absolute geniusv We'll, we were rap idly gaining reputation. One of those days found myself in love with as comely lass as ever a man courted. Her mother had proper curiosity as to my character. referred them to Tom Douglass of the Herald. He was the only man there who had known me well. The girl and her mother both went to him.
 "'Your friend was just here,' said the young lady when called again. He is very handsome man.
 "'And noble manr said.
 "'And didn't hear you say that he was very skillful man too? ."'A geniusv I answered. An abso- lute genius!' ''
 Michigan stopped and laughed heartily as he took sip of water.
 What happened then?" said Miss Hull. a- "She took him on my recommenda- tion,," he answered "She said that, while he had the handsomer face, had the more eloquent tongue. And they both won for him. And, upon me honor as a gentleman, it was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me, for she became brawler and scold. My mother says there is mo the like O her in Scotland.'
 shall never forget how fondly Mar garet Hull patted the brown cheek of Trumbull with her delicate white hand as we rose.
 we all have our love stawries," said Michigan.
 Mine is better than yours," she an swered, but 1t shall never be told"
 Except one little part of it." said Trumbull as he put his hands upon her shoulders and looked down into her face. Tt is the only thing that has made my life worth living"
 Then she made us to know many odd things about her work for the children of misfortune. inviting us to come and see it for ourselves. We were to go the next evening.
 I finished my work at 9 that night, and then we walked through noisome streets and alleys-New York was then far from being so clean city as now to the big mission house. As we came in at the door we saw group of wom- en kneeling before the altar at the far end of the room and heard the voice of Margaret Hull praying-a voice so sweet and tender that we bowed our heads at once and listened while it quickened the life in us She pleaded for the poor creatures about her, to whom Christ gave always the most abundant pity. seeing they were more sinned against than sinning. There was not word of cant in her petition. It was full of a simple. unconscious eloquence. a higher feeling than I dare try to de- fine And when 1t was over she had won their love and confidence so that they chung to her hands and kissed them md wet them with their tears. She came and spoke to us presently in the same sweet manner that had charmed us the night before. There was no change in it. We offered to walk home with her. but she said Trumbull was coming at 12.
 ''So that is The Little Mother of whom have heard so often," said Nc Clingan as we came away.
 What do you think of herr" I fin. quired.
 Wonderful woman" he said. T never heard such voice. It gives me visions. Every other is as the cracking of thorns under a pot"
 
 l came Dack to the once ana went into Mir. Greeley's room to bid him goodby. He stood by the gas jet in a fine new suit of clothes reading a pa. per. while a boy was backing one of his boots. I sat down. awaiting a more favorable moment. A very young man had come into the room and stood tim. idly holding bis hat.
 ''I wish to see MT. Greeley" he said.
 There he is" I answered. Go and speak to him."
 "Air Greeley" said he. "I have called to see if you can take me on the Trib- une."
 The printer continued reading as if he were the only man in the room.
 The young man looked at him and then at me with an expression that moved me to n fellow feeling. He was country boy. more green and timid even than l had been.
 He did not hear you. Try again." I said
 Mfr Greeley" said he louder than before. "I have called to see if you can take me on the Tribune"
 The editors eyes glanced off at the boy and returned to their reading E@l