The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-03-17
WESTERLY. R. T.. THURSDAY, MARCH II, 1853.

haps not in many cases, be able to trace
the connection between the events of to-
day and those of yesterday, much less of
those which took place years ago but
the connection exists, nevertheless.
And this fact alone should teach every
traveller through life to look we'll to his
goings and his doings. 1t should do
more than this, we think but
we will not moralize here.
Not many evenings after that of which
we have spoken, Mr.. Cameron, passing
over London bridge, was caught in a
sudden shower. 1t was very vexatious /;
for, by some extraordinary neglect, he
had left behind him, at his counting
house, his almost inseparable compan-
ion-his umbrella and lnwardly fret.
ting at his carelessness, or his over
credulous faith in blue sky, lie hasten
ed on toward the Southwark side of the
river to seek shelter. Before he could
reach it, however, the shower became a
torrent, and in another minute or two
Mr. Cameron would have been drenched
but for the abrupt though timely offer
Of the very thing that no then most
needed. The offer was made by a young
man whom in his haste Mr.. Cameron
had nearly run down.
"Ha, my young cigar merchant :"
exclaimed Mr.. Cameron, who, at a
glance, recognized his former fellow
traveller "' A friend in need is a friend
indeed, they say, l beg your pardon
for running against you; but you see l
am likely to get wet"
Z" Yes, sir; and SO if you will oblige
ME by making use of my umbrella"
"To be sure l will l am making
use of it already, you see. But two can
walk under it; I'll take your arm, if
you please. 'Tisn't every body l would
walk under the same umbrella with,
though. There-you needn't walk so
far off; l can trust you, eh And
every one for himself, you know-and
his neighbor as well. To be sure. By
the way, where's your cigar, my young
friend You were smoking, l think, a
minute ago, before l overlook you"
$50 you canted it into the Thames, I
suppose. A foolish trick that, my young
friend. BY the way, what's your
name -
/" Mark Anderson, sir, at your SER
vice.
MY service to you, Mr.. Mark An
derson-a good name, by the way north
country, like mine, though you be o
cockney. My name is Cameron Wat
ling-street knows me, l think. And
what may be Mr. Mark Anderson's pro,
fession -
"An inquisitive old gentleman, "
thought Mark to himself; but there's
no reason why he shouldn't know what
| am - and forthwith, with the frank
ness of a youth who has nothing to con-
ceal, lie answered that question.
The rain did not seem like to cease,
and the pavements were getting cleared
rapidly. Our two friends, however,
walked on together for some little time
in silence.
"Which way are you going, and how
far :" asked MIR. Cameron, abruptly, as
he and Mark arrived at the end of the
bridge.
=" My lodgings are at Camberwell, sir,
and | am going there"
"Ah! then we must part here. l
was afraid Of that Our roads are DIFF
ferent, young man. Mine lies yonder"
he pointed as he spoke toward Tooley-
street. So must get on as well as |
can, thanking you for your shelter while
l have had 1t. There! l won't keep
you any longer in the wet; every one
for himself, you know"
"And his neighbor too, sir. 1t won't
make much difference to me, and ifyou
will allow me to walk with you as far as
you are going, or, if you like to take
my umbrella, sir, you are quite welcome
to it."
"You arc a fno young fellow, Mr..
Mark Anderson" said Mr.. Cameron,
turning abruptly upon his companion.
+" A thousand pities you smoke. Well,
sir, I'll accept your offer. 1t isn't
above half a mile that l am going, and
you shall have the pleasure of putting
your motto into practice"
Mark was right enough in judging
his companion to be an " inquisitive old
He was, in fact, very in
auisitive But Mark did not mind it !;
and before they parted that evening,
Mr.. Cameron had learned good deal
of the young mans previous history
who and what his father bad been,
where his mother lived, what her re-