The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-02-26

Ola'lf l9HoIdht VI "iluI - Ia'iC' INV
..world," he was about equally Liable to
be turned to good or evil. Hitherto he
had been chiefly subjected to beneficial
influences, but three weeks intimacy
with Tom Doyle had moi been without lis
effect.
The intimacy was brought about thus:
DOYLE was one morning standing on
London bridge with his hands inserted i'll
his pockets and whistling as he conlem-
plated the departure O! the Margale sea,
mer from the wharf below. While so
engaged another spectator placed himself
by his side and gazed Oh the proceeding
with an earnest curiosity that contfaated
remarkably with his unenJuyIng langud
glance. The spectator was Frank Evans
A conversation ensued by which Doyle
learned from the communicative -trange'
IT. at he had come to London only Il few
DAYS before. that he had run away from
his native village in consequence OF Il
quarrel with his parents. and that ne wa"
now staying with an uncle at B-rm"nscy,
who was cXcGling himself 10 make up
matters.
Flom this day Doyle and Evans often
net. The London youth undertook with
great Kindness to instruct his country
friend in some Of the ways OF the metro
polls, and the latter undertook to furnish
the N .ney as far as his Own resources
aud his unclc'S bounty would allow. Eul
now AN epoch had arrived i'll their inter-
course. Doyle wis he'd Evans Ia join the
colerc Of Ned Roper, an enlcrprlslng IN
Gvldual who did much business of an IL
legal but productive character. This he
The more strongly urged as he had HIM
self rrsoiv ID, alter some scruples, 10 entc-
on the business himself 10 this propor-
sllion Evans objected, III The first place,
thal he did not like II abstracteIly; and
III the second place, that his uncle had Of
lcIcd to procure HIM the situation ol light
porter al Il merchants Counting house,
viii ch might lead to u seat III the cOun-
ting house itselI, and that to opulencc and
consideration. They agreed to discuss
the matter quietly over "A pot Of porter i"
the tap room Of the Black Bull.
"Why Frank" said Doyle; II am 4
shamcd OF you-ruaSt me to IA clndcr Ii
amt. " hats the odds if there is hui"
danger or 50 with Ned-il's a blessed
sight better than being u muti Of porter
III an internal old cheating Counting
house,
Come, Tom, no bad language" said
Evans, "you may be right, but don't feel
SO sure OF il. ii ! refuse 10 tame this sllu-
alton, my uncle Will turn me out ol doors
that know
"!lnd what Of tha,?" said Doyle,
'other people has doors | 'spose. Ia
pretty SO ii lurn myself out Of his Doors II
ii Was me"
.Well, Tom" said Evans, I'LL tell you
what I'll do to settie in one way OF the
other. We might talk here all night and
| should Ill make up my mind. I'll toss
you Tor It'll, ads, 60 TO the merchant;
tails, so TO Ned! Lend ne haIIpcn
N.Y.
81 lend youn" exclaimed Doyle, "a IL
kelly Thing can lend you! lost my
halIpcnny at sklles, two hours ago!'
"And | paid my last halIpeuny for this
pot Of porter" SAID Evans, "and my uncle
has sworn to give me no more unless Pm
obcdicnt. Dash it, shall be obliged to
90 to Ned for want of a toss-up TO give
the counting house chancen
Here he lunbled in successive pockets
with the view Of placing his desIItulion
beyond doubt. lie found each empty
until, in the last OF all-lhe left waislcoal
pocket--in the extreme left corner, his
inger encountered something having the
feel Of ii coin. lie drew it forth, and
displayed an old ba tered, verdigria. cover
ed larlhing. ], had remained there I'M
life time.
"Ah, ah!' exclaimed Evans, joyfully,
there il what shall tell us. Now see
fair play2 Remember, head is for the
merchant, and tail is for Ned-and here
goes!
The coin spun in the air and desccn-
ded on the tablet was head.
"i'he merchant Tor eyelm exclaimed
Evans.
"l'oss again, and hold your noise,'
said Doyle, sullenly.
Fhe coin spun IN the air and descended
on the tablet was tail.
"Ned for ever" exclaimed DOYLE.
Nov for the last tosS!' said Evans
His heart beat iast--lhe room seemed to
SWIM round with him-and his knees
trembled. His previous reckless calll-
ness had disappeared, and he was wound
up to an intense pitch of anxiety. He did
not allow himself to wish either way, or
if so it amounted to but half wish.-
He tossed up the Garlhing for the last
time
The coin spun in the air and descended
on the tablet was head.
"Damnalionp' mutlered Doyle, through