Phil, the Fiddler

he dared go home, if such a name can be given to the miserable tenement in Crosby Street where he herded with his companions. But be

aking his violin from the top of th

mmy, his eyes lighti

glad to hear you,

s. After a short prelude, he struck into an Italian song. Though

Paul. "You sing almo

y la

well as you draw,"

d jealousy," said Paul, in an injured

e will judge of your m

eelings are too deeply injured. But if he has

touched the strings of his violi

l voice," said Mrs

than most of his class. Sha

We shall always b

his cap and pre

English. "I thank you

aid Mrs. Hoffman. "We sh

ark-eyed Italian boy, whose brilliant brown complexion c

nviting home, and felt himself surrounded by a true home atmosphere. He almost fancied himself in his Calabrian home, with his mother and sisters about him-in his home as it was before cupidity entered his father's h

he said. "I will c

Come there any afternoon between four and five, and I will take y

he way,"

rn too early, he would be punished for losing the possible gains of the hour he had lost, even if the sum he brought home were otherwise satisfactory. So, whatever may be his fatigue, or how

dinner. Those who have not started are in haste, and little disposed to heed the appeal of the young minstrel. Later the saloons will be well frequented, and not seldom the young fiddlers m

s, and some, no doubt, would give him something. At any rate, the investment would be small, since for one fare, or two cents, he might ride back and forward

by business and pleasure, that the boats, particularly in the morning from seven to nine,

t enjoy the smoke which usually affects disagreeably the atmosphere of the cabin appropriated to their own sex. Our young music

and then, taking his position in the center of the rear cabin, he began to

d to play on the boat," muttered an old gentleman

"why need you object to the poor boy? I am s

don

e for music. Why, you went to sle

m musical taste had a very limited de

ldi. What a sweet voice he has! S

ce, and his clothe

r he is dirty and ragged; it isn't his fault, poor boy. I have n

am not a romantic young damsel,

ents, until he came to the young lady of whom we have spoken above. She drew a twenty-five-cent piece from her portemonnaie, and put

u, lady,"

ry nicely,"

h his face was, the smile li

on these boats?" as

y do not always let

ar you again. You

you, si

speak with one of you the other day

few words,

tural impulse of kindness, held out her hand to the little musician.

iled and blushed, by no means offended, but she glanc

ot up quite a scene with this little ragged musician. I am rather glad he

t because I choose to be kind to a poor, neglecte

all your foolish romance f

ughing merrily. "Your worst enemy won't

t the boat has touched the pier. Shall we go on shore, or h

o-day,

were replaced by a smaller number, on