The weekly Elko independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 1872-1887, 1875-07-03

y country barOncts son had fallen in love
with the clcrgyman's daughter, in the vii
lage where his father lived; and they had
run away together, and got married.
Then they camc mp to London, these two
poor young tlings-for neither his father,
nor hers either, for the matter of that,
would have anything.to say to the match
he full Of hopes of getting on in the
literary and artistic line; and she, poor
creature, full of trust in him.
The project of living by literature did
not turn out what was expected. Tie
young fellow, without experience or
friends, spent much time going about
from one publisher to another, and sen,l-
ing his writings To the editors Of the Yari-
ous magazines-which | need not say
were always returned with thanks And
then he fell i'll; typhus, l fancy, brought
on by insufficient nourislImcnt and bad
drainage, and disappointed hopes. The
ReSistrar-gcneral doesn't give return of
these cases in any list that am aware of.
But we see something of them III our line
OF business, nevertheless.
1t was just Mt this time that Mr.. Broad
man found out Mrs. Vincent; for that
was the name of the young lady who
came TO my shop with the gold seal.
Cambridge Terrace is not very far from
the -lH9G Mt lslingtOn, and there, in lit
tie back-strcet nf small respectable houses
inhabited by junior clerks, with here and
there lndSing-housc, in one of which
Mr.. and Mrs. Vincent lived.
They were rather shy ut first of
stranger, and little proud and naughty,
perhaps. People who have seen better
days, and are down upon their luck, are
apt to bc so. But the parson, with his
pleasant ways and CHEEKY voice, soon
made 1t all right; and, in jiiry, he and
Mr.. Vincent were talking about college,
for they had both been to the same Uni
vcrsity. And there was soon even Il smile
too-a wan smile cnOugh-upon the poor
invalid's sharp-cut, thin face, with the
hollow: tnr-awny eyes, which looked ut
you MS II out Of cavern. He was the
wtcck of fine young fellow, too; of one
who had been used to his hunting and
shouting, and all the fine country sports,
which make broad-chcstcd, strong-limbcd
country people the envy Of us poor, thin
pale townslolk.
Mr.. Broadman came direct to me when
hc left them. l did not live far off, and
he thought that ! might lend them
neighbor's help. Davis" said he, "tat
poor fellow is dying; can see death in
his eyes"
"Winut is lie a-dying of r. replied.
lie looked mt me steadfastly moment,
and ! could see moisture in his eye, us
he said, slowly and sOlemnly: ''Of Starva-
tinn, DaviS--0f actual want of FOOD
"a gentleman starving i'll London, in
lslingtnn, barOnct's son, too! Why, it's
Incredible"
"Notatall j." said Mr.. Broadman, "thcse
are the very people who do die of
starvation in London, and all great cities
Not the poor, who know where the work
house is, and who can get ut the relieving
officer, II the worst comes TO worst; but
the well born, who have fallen into dcsti-
tutc poverty, and who carry their pride
with them, and dive into back alley,
like some wild animal into u hole, to die
nionc. Mr.. Vincent wants wine and icl-
lies, and all sorts Of good things; if help
hasn't come too late. No, no, my FRIEND"
he continued, putting back my hand, for
was ready to give my money in good
cause. "No, no; have left them all they
want Mt present, Davis. But I'll tell you
what you can do: you can, il you like tn
play the good Samaritan, 90 and sec
them, and cheer them up bit. Mrs.
Vincent hasn't forgotten your kindness to
her, l can assure you. And | think her
husband would like to thank you too,
and ii would rouse him up u bit perhaps"
And then Mr.. BrOadman told me, shortly,
something of whit these two poor things
had gone thfUugh-slIc, loving and trust
ing him so; and he, half mad that nc had
brought her to this pass, and could do
nothing for her.
MIR. Brondman wrote that very dny to
he barOnct; proud, hard man, I'm told.
But the letter hc sent back WAS soft
enough, and melting tO read; il was so
full of human nnturc, you scc-thc fathers
heart swelling up ut the thought of get
ting back his son, and bursting through
the thick crust Of pride which had pre-
vented Him from making the first nd-
vanccs. And the pursun says to me,
"Wcll, Mr.. Davis" he said, "thcrc are
many people kept asuuder only for want
of somebody to 20 between them, you
see, aud make peace"
And | said, partly to myself: "Why
shouldn't Christianity itself DO such u
general pcaCcmakCr as thatw
"Ay," replied Mr.. Broadmun, "if people
only believed in il properly"
| That very day We got tho barOnci's let
Ter, was un my way, in the afternoon, TO
Cambridge Terrace, to pny my respects tn
Mrs. Ninccnt-nnd had sent in frw
BOTTLES of good old port from my own
winc nc-mcrclIant; at least as good as can bC
got for money or love. Well, when got
near the door, | saw an old gentleman
walking mp md down, II little disturbed
apparently, in his mind at finding himself
in such II queer locality, and as il looking
for something nr s0mcbudy. a short
rosy. faced person lie was, clean shaved us
u pin, anil very neat and nld.fashoncd IL
his dress, and with tha, sort of mir nbou
: him which marks M English country
gentleman wherever hc may he. We'll, wt
soon got into talk, for I'd spotted tht
baronct in Il moment, and he was anxiou!
to find out something about his son, ~
soon rs he heard that knew little abou
the young couple.
"And you do not think, sir, that my
: that Mr.. Vincent is ddngcrOusIy illi" sait
the old bnrOnct and there was n sob II
his voice ns hc spoke, and his hand trcm
7 blctl ~ hc laid IL upon mine.
"lfrrc is the house, SIR" said; "an
, you will br able TO judge for yourself"
/, We went In. At least the bnronct wen
d into the room, Troubling In every lin
i will, the excitement of srrinV his sOr