| Show A PATHETIC STORY it was in a denver restaurant yesterday all the diners noticed her she was crying as if her heart would break as she rocked herself to and fro in her seat behind the cash counter all were anxious to know khow the cause of her grief but alib although ough the restaurant was not one of the best in the city the half a dozen men who were eating their breakfasts were too well bred to intrude upon her sorrow finally as though unable to longer conceal the cause of her woe she said between her sobs only to think of it he had supper here last night arid and two hours later hedded he died I 1 took such a fancy to him too he looked so much like my iny bob she rhe had addressed no one in particular but the diners drank in every word she said and when she tad ed looked around at each other in their endeavor to guess who the missing one was after a short silence one of the raen men mildly inquired you dont mean the curly haired young fellow who used to sit in the corner there yes hes the one she replied and he was waa only there two weeks too and seemed to be improving so fast faste 1 here the good hearted hearte d woman again burst burat into tears and when she had recovered herself sufficiently to speak said the poor boy was from my own city in the east and he be told me that his mother was born right near where I 1 lived in boston you all remember me sitting at his table every morning listening to him tell about the city that I 1 have not seen in thirty years he was so hopeful too he told me when he got ot well he intended to send for his mother who he said was supporting him by teaching school you know he be bad consumption and could do nothing for himself it must have been a severe tax on the poor woman and he was so anxious to get strong enough to help her every time I 1 looked at him my dear bob came back to my mind and I 1 wondered whether he needed any one to treat him kindly you know he enlisted last summer after a foolish quarrel with his father I 1 used to do everything I 1 could for the stranger and I 1 know you all treated him kindly too you and hp he were becoming great friends mr blank she added looking towards a young man who was seated at one of the rear tables the afflicted always sympathize with each other replied the one addressed then he be continued 1 I was with him when he died he knew he was going and before he fie departed he asked me if I 1 would telegraph the news of his death to his uncle in boston he said the latter would break the news more gently to his mother than a telegram tete tiete gram sent to her would all eyes were fastened on the speaker all present had become deeply interested in the unfortunate young man whom they bad seen day after day occupy a seat in the restaurant and endeavor to eat he was extremely modest and spoke in a low soft voice 1 I sent the telegram continued mr blank who had been fumbling in his pocket for something which he soon drew forth and which turned out to be paper and heroes heres his uncles address 11 then he slowly read from the paper john H martingale 16 blank street boston A suppressed shriek from the woman behind the counter drew the attention of all to her and she was wag noticed lying back in her chair pale as death what did you say his mothers name mame was she faintly inquired mrs louise but mr blank got no further the restaurant woman quickly interrupted slie she was my sister and I 1 never knew he was her son and fainted 1 denver jve too july M |
