The enquirer southerner., 1874-07-24

OIL .sdldIy 10 remain IN tne nanuS OF |
their employers, and in neither
case had dollar been saved. The
man who, on the morning of the |
first day of that eventful month of
October, might have retired from
business with fortune, now found
himself the owner of not one soils
tary dollar.
Philip Nettleton was sorely dis
tressed. He was an orphan, and
sick sister had been depending
upola him for support for over
yea That sister lay PROSTATE,
and she must have succor and CONS
for He sought all up and down
the business part of New York,
where he was acquainted, for ems
ployment as clerk or salesmans but,
there was no opening. Then he
sought in the New Jersey city
where he lived; but without success.
Weary and sick at heart he was on
his way bomeward, when he met
the butcher of whom he had that
morning bought some meat, and to
whom he had told the story of his
great need.
Well, Philip, what luck to-day ?
The young man shook his head
sadly.
Nothing turned up, eh?'
Nothing And Philip would
have passed on, but the frank, we'll
meaning old butcher detained him.
Look e, Philip, [ don't want to
insult ye, nor hurt your feelings;
but if ye ant above putting on
clean white frock, and driving out
my market wagon, and delivering
goods to my customers, I can give
you a job. and pay ye as much as
they'd pay ye these times to sell silks
and satins. My man Furbush is
down sick, and can't be out fora
month or two. What say?'
Philip Nettleton gazed up into
Mr.. Dwinals honest face, and then
looked down upon the pavement.
L know it's rather a come down
for young man who's been expect
ing to be a New York merchant;
but it's better than nothing, my
boy; and, what's more, know it'll
be good for your health. My soul,
it'll make your cheeks red and
plump
A little while longer-a struggle,
and a gulp-and Philip said
'Mr. Dwinal, I will come to-mor-
row morning, and commence to
drive your cart. Thank God, I
have found employment at length y
And to himself he said, silently in
his heart Poor Nellie shall not
suffer while l have opportunity to
labor
What a wonderment there was
when people saw Philip Nettleton,
the highly educated and the ornate,
clad in a butchers frock, driving
Mr.. Dwinals cart, and delivering
parcels of meat and vegetables
through the town. ~
It did not happen on the first day,
nor yet on the second, but on the
third day he had to deliver parcel
at the house where Ada Atherling
lived; and as he passed through the
gateway, with a heavily laden
basket up on either arm, he saw the
maiden whom he had learned to
love looking upon him from one of
the parlor windows. He did not
bow his head in shame, but he gave
respectful nod of recognition, and
passed on. When be was once
more upon his seat, ard had taken
p the reins-knowing that the
gaze Of the maiden was still fixed
upon him-he said to himself:
Farewell, Ada. You can never
stoop to this. But l have never
had a right to hope-so what have
[ lost what, save the privilege of
your sometime companionship,
which might only have lured me
more deeply into the pit of disap>
appointment and sorrow !!
On the evening of that same day
Amos Robbins sat in the little count
ing>room of the store of friend
Two ladies stood very near to the
partition thereof, the upper part of
which was of glazal sash, and open;
and this was what thep heard spoken
by two men in the little box Of an
Office. The first spoke in continua
ton OF remarks already made:
EMr. Dwinal himself told me
how it was. You know Nettletor
has a sick sister entirely dependent
upon him; and when he came ou
from beneath the wreck of Brown &
Boswelps house he had not FIVE
dollar bill. He searched day aftel
day for employment
: AS [ did, broke in the silvery
voice of Amos Robbins.
f YES rejoined the other; 'bu1
unlike you, he was::determined to d.
any work he could find, SO that i
was honest; and when Dwinal Offered
him the butchers frock, with tel
! dollars a week, he took it,
: 'Egad !! It must have come tough,
f said Robbins.
7 Evidently not so tough to hin
) as idleness and debt, suggested tn
= first speaker.
d 4 can't say that 1 am fond Q
y idleness,' pursued Robbins; but
Y good Lord ! to come down to driv
/ ing butchers cart ] wonder