The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-04-19
By saba ,. cusHMAN.


Pietro eyei wistfuly the shiuins
shoes thar passed lrlm on tie dry pave
ments, Bnainess was slack ana Pie
tfo's heart sank as low as the hoard OF
silver In his tatterei purse. If it woula
only rain then the gentlemen hurryiu !.
by might need his services. but the
blinking stars. lialr hidden by the
smoke Of The great city. found not Z,
cloud behind which ID retire, and. pie,
tro concluded that he might as wen
close UP for the night. Tie process OF
closing up consisted of packing his
brushes, backing and various imple-
ments into small box and singing
the same by strap from ais shoulder.
One watching Pictros closing w
could determine the proceeds OF the
days business. If he moved with aIaSs-
rity. the iingling silver m his purss
promised well for tile necessities of
life; If he moved reluctantly. pausing
now and then 10 see IL perchance there
might yet he Il patron for him. TIL.
purse was lanentahly light and Fie.
tro's supper must be likewise Tonight
lie knew that the persistent craving Ia
his stomach must 80 entirely unappeaS.
ed, for there was no more tllan enough
silver to satisfy the vOlaciousness OF
Isenberg. the money shark. OF Water
street. into whose clutches The lad lad
fallen aud who found means Of exact
ing his dues even though there was
no money left for food.
"Aw, no use Kicking" remarked Pie
tro phlIosophlcally ns he slowed away
his last brush: "rye seed worser luck
dan dis here. anyhow mother Amt
cold nor hungry"
Ills philosophy deserted him as the
poignant memory of the great soft eyes
Of his mother, wistful with longing for
the sunshine OF her own land, returned
TO him. His own eyes filed with un-
wonted tears shutting ont for q mo
ment the sight OF the stream OF gay
humanity TINT tlirongrd past on It's
way TO the opera. lie lid NOT see the
tall young fellow with the dcbonair
air aud shabby coat whopaused Gor IN
instant beside him nor did he notice
the evident struggle thar went on IN
the young mans mind as, with n
gnnee at tile dirty face Of the, yrchin
and another at the brilliantly lighted
entrance Of the opera house, he hui@
ried on. lie must he quick or there
would be left not even standing room.
which was all that he could afford 90
pay for At the ticket window fat
old gentleman was wrangling over his
tickets.
The enforced delay gave the young
man time to think. and The face Of the
street child. pathetic through all its
dirt. would not he banlsIiea When the
oil gentleman had relieved his mind
aua turned auay. tie ticket seller
lao.s4l at CRAY son eX3eclantly; but.
viii multered makdictlon at his
chicken heart rs he chose to term 1t.
Grayson turned away. Pletro was
trudgiug wearily down the street to-
ward that part Of the city from which
the rich flee and where the poor and
the wicked find refuge. Revolving in
his mind the weary question Of
finances, he did not heed tile approach
ing footsteps until hand grasped him
uucerenoniously and voice asked
grutiiy:
What were you crying for, kid?"
Jaw, what yer givin' us. dude?
warn't cryin'.9
An right. but what's wrong. Bank
ruptir with quizzicaI glance at the
others stock IN trade
Nope. replied Pietro. Got my out
at left. That's about an. though. Bust
ness is pretty dead now. Be better aft
er election
Grayson laughed.
That's right hnd 1t so myself.
WHAT do you say to a good hot steak
They were passing a little restau-
rant. and the aroma Of hot cnfEee and
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