Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1871-11-18

think about expresses Ia my poor
fathers time, before the oNerehd
Gurney smash"
"Kirby will never press you. eN-
claimed |. "Cull an him, aud say
that YOU will pay him when you
are settled in any way"
lie would not dun me II heeould
help II, | daresay," returned Iomi
but he may have had losses him
self | fear ho is hard up, or why
should he have called so omen on
Jones; To ask for my address y
Jones, like good fellow, never
gave il him, and sent me warning,
| do wish | could pay, for il would
be convenient to so back there Tor
the present" -,
II wish had the money to lend
YOU, Tom" said |, and | meant It,
l0r had u great regard for Tom
Martin. lilo had been my ihg ut
school; and his parents were very
kind To me in tho days OF their
prosperity. Whom the crash came,
hc had bnclilcd To work maninlly,
instead ofcrying over split milk
and il his expenditure had been I'M
suited TO his present fortunes, n
high.spiritcd young fellow cannot
be expected TO change all his habits
in II moment withouta n struggle,
IL know it, old fellow" replied
he, 'and should have asked you to
help mo ut once, if | had thought it
would not have Inconvenience you.
That tells its own story, however,
and he pointed to an excessively
neat brown paper parcel lying on
the table, with From Nosale and
Slack, Publishers" pasted on it;
"your manuscripts are still boone
rangs, ] am sorry TO sec"
Though not getting on very rap
idly in any ofmy professions, ! was
not actually pinched, and could of;
fer my friend adinncr, at all events;
and ho said he was ready for it.
AS we strollcd towards one of the
largo Gining-roOms, / asked him
how he came to 60 outso late, when
the war was over, and the majori-
ty of English surgeons attached to
ambulunccs had returned home; and
he entered into all the circnmstan-
ccs of his ease. OF course he had II
great deal to say to an Interested
listener, and our dinner was rather
protractcd in consequence; indeed,
several people came in, sat down
near us, had their meal, paid, and
left before we asked for the cheese.
We rot to that national conclusion
ut last, however, and Tom was tell
ing me over it about poor lad who
had been forced by the Communists
into their ranks, shot down, taken
prisoner, and only saved from exc
cutiun because his wound was of so
curious Il nature rs to excite the GU
riosity of Il surgcon-when he sud
denly stopped in the middle of u
sentence; and locking up to see
what was the matter, | wondered
at the flush of color which had
spread over his checks and forehead,
and the expression Of Shccpish en-,
burrassmcnt about his mouth and
eyes. Before | could ask what was
the matters II hearty voice behind
me called out "Ah, Muster Martin!
So | have run you to earth at last
| caught glimpse ofyou this after
noon, but | could not como up with
YOU
"Ah, Kirby, how are you? | am
glad to see you, replied Tom, hold
ing out his hand. But he did not
look glad, and the convulsivc twitch
at the cornc,s Of lis mouth was not
smile, as he hoped;
"Sit down, and take II glass of
wine," said |, thinking conciliation
was the best thing under the cir
cumstances; and to my relief the
creditor acceded. | considered it Il
token that he meant to be reasona-
bic.
"Well," he continued, addressing
Tom, "I've been looking for you ev-
erywherc the last two months"
$50 sorry" murmured Tom; 'fact
is, I've been abroad-in French
hospitals-very busy. ] only came
back to England today"
81 almost wonder that you did
not call upon ne at once"
"Well, you are some way out OF
town; | had to-to look about me
| should have looked you up soon
in day or two"
II don't doubt that !" cried Mr.
Kirby, with u jolly laugh. But
come, since we have met SO fortu.
nately, we might as well settle at
once"
II am very Sorry" said poor
Tom; "but the fact is, just for the
moment, i am rather hard up; so
! if you could make it convenient &c
wait Bit
"What on airth are you talking
about, Muster Martin! 1fyou are
hard up, that is just the more rea
son why we should settle at once, il
seems to me Besides, the money
burns in my pocket, and | want to
get rid of it,"
IL do not understand you, Kirby
how can the thirty odd pounds
owe you burn in your pocket?'
"Owc me" clicd Mr.. Kirby
ssThat is a goyd un. Why, | have
got bala3.e Of sixty-three pound;
ten shil'-ngs to pay over to yOup
"Ycs." said Tom, and | saw by
his face that he suspected the 9TH
er's sanity.
"Yes. Have you forgotten al
about the Derby sweep
20 no: but my horse was not il
/ the first three.
"That's capital :" cried Mr.. Kirby
slapping bis hand down on the Ia
bic. "Why, he OnI'
Il thought n horse called Favon'
ins won"
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