Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-05-31

which we have attempted to describe NAV
seem trivial, but cur readers will understand
that 1t led to results which were not so. And
we may observe in passing, that really trivial
events III life rarely or never occur. We may
not III every case, perhaps not in many cases,
be able to trace the connection between the
events OF to-day and those which took place
years ago; but the connection exists, never
theless. And this fact alone could teach eve
ry traveller through life to look well to his
gongs and doings. 1t should do more than
this, we think,-but we will not moralize here
1t sometimes happens that two persons
strangers to each other-haying once casually
met, under circumstances, for instance, like
those we have related, seem afterwards to
cross each others path like design, though the
second recontre and all succeeding ones shall
be as accidental as the first. Not many even
lngs after that of which we have spoken, Mr.
Cameron, passing over London bridge was
caught in subdued shower. 1t was very
yeXatious, for, by some extraordinary neglect
he had left behind him, at his counting house.
his almost inseparable companion, his umbrel-
la; and inwardly fretting at his careessness,
or his overcredulous faith in a blue sky, he
fastened on towards 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 but
timely offer of the very thing that he then
most needed. The offer was made by young
man whom, in his haste, Mr. Cameron had
nearly run down.
cha, my young gentleman" exclaimed Mr.
Cameron, who at glance recognized his for
mer fellow traveller, "a friend in need is
friend indeed, they say. l beg your pardon
for running against you, but then you see am
likely to get wet"
eyes, sir; and if you will obge me by
making use of my umbrella
"To be sure l will. am making use of it
already, you see. But two can walk under it,
I'll take your arm, if you please 'Tisn't
everybody | would walk under the same
umbrella with, though. There-you needn't
walk so far off. l can trust you, Ell :? 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, | think, minute ago. before
overlook you"
Yes, sir, | was, certainly but you don't
like it, and couldn't think of offering you the
shelter OF my umbrella with cigar in my
mouth So
$50 you canted it into the Thames, 1 sup
pose. A foolish trick, that, my young friend
BY the way, what's your name 2"
Mark Anderson, sir, at your SERVICE
"My service to you, Mr.. Mark Anderson
a good name, by the way north country, like
mine, though you be cockney. My name is
Cameron; Waiting street knows me- l think
And what may be Mark Anderson's profess
sion -
AN inquisitive old gentleman" thought
Mark TO himself, ''but there is no reason why
he should not know what l am )" and forth
t.f;tb +l,n4 - n.
nothing to conceal he answered that question
The rain did not seem to cease, and the
pavements were getting cleared rapidly. Our
two friends, however, walked on together for
some fitte time in silence.
tConcusion tomorrow