Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1875-07-21

from one publisher to another aud send
ing his writings to the editors of the
various magaZines-which. / need not
say, were all ''returned with thanks -
And then he fell ill: typhus, / fancy,
brought on by insufficient nourishment
and bad drainage and disappointed
hopes. The registrar-general doesn't
| give a return of these eases i'm any list
that l am aware of. But we see some
thing of them in our line of business
nevertheless.
1t was just at this time that Mr.
Broadman 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 Angel at Islington, and there was
little back street of small respectable
houses, inhabited by junior clerks, with
here and there a lodging house, in one
of which Mr.. and Mrs. Vincent lived.
They were rather shy at first of
stranger, and little proud and naughty
perhaps. People who have seen better
days, and are down upon their luck, are
apt TO be so. But the parson, with his
| pleasant ways and cheery voice, soon
made it all right; and in a jitfy, he and
Mr.. Vincent were talking about col
! itEt- lDI lutN iltl bDtil pttil 10 TIE sdIllt
university. And there was soon even a
smile too-a wan smile enough-IIpon
| the poor invalid's sharp-cut, thin face,
with the hollow, far-away eyes, which
looked at you as if out of a cavern. He
was the wreck of a fine young fellow,
too; of one who had been used to his
hunting and shooting, and all the fine
country sports which make broad
.bastad lin, haI an,,ptry- r.an,Ia
| the envy of us poor, thin, pale town.
folk.
Mr.. Broadman came directly to me
when he left them. l did not live far
off, and he thought that | might lend
them a neighbor's help. Davis" said
he, ''that poor fellow is dying; can see
death in his eyes"
''What is he a-dying of?'' | replied
He looked at me steadfastly a moment,
and | could see a moisture in his eve, as
he said, slowly and solemnly: "Of star
walton, Davis-of actual want of food"
"A gentleman starving, in London, in
iSlington, a baronet's son, tool why,
it's Incredible
''Not at all,'' said Mr.. Broadman:
these are the very people who do die of
starvation in London, and in great
cities. Not the poor, who know where
the wOrkhouSe i, and who can get at
the relieving officer, if the worst comes
tn worst: but the well born. who have
fallen into destitute poverty, and who
carry pride with them. aud dive into "A
back alley like some wild animal into L
hole, to die alone. Mr.. Vincent wants
wine and jellies, 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 a proper cause. "No, no;
have left them all they want at present
Davis. But I'll tell you what you can
do; you can, if yOu like to play the good
Samaritan, go and see them, and cheer
them up bit. Mrs. Vincent hasn't
forgotten your kindness to her, can
assure you, and l think her husband
would like to thank YOU too, and il
would rouse him up a bit, perhaps"
And then Mr.. Broadman told me,
shortly, something of what those two
poor things had gone through-she,
loving and trusting him so; and he,
half mad he had brought her to this
pass. and could do nothing for her.
Mr.. Broadman wrote that very day to
the baronet; a proud, hard man, I'm
told. But the letter he wrote back was
soft enough, and melting to read; it was
so full of human nature, you see-the
fathers heart swelling up at the thought
of getting back his son; and bursting
through the thick crust of pride which
had prevented him from making the
first advances. And the parson says to
me:
"Well, Mr.. Davis" he said, ''there
are many people kept asunder only for
want OF somebody to go between them
you see, and make peace"
And | said: partly 10 myself:
''Why shouldn't Christianity itself he
such a general peacemaker as that ~
''Ay," replied Mr.. Broadman, ''if
people only believed in it properly"
That very day we got the baronet's
letter, was on my way, in the after
noon, to Cambridge Terrace, to pay my
respects to Mrs. Nincent-and ia had
sent few bottles of good old port wine
from my own wine-merchant-at least
as good a. can he got for money or love.
When, when | got near the door, saw
an old gentleman walking up and down,
a little disturbed, apparently, in his
mind at finding himself i'm such queer
locality, and as if looking for something
or somebody. \ short, rosy-faced per-
very neat and old-fashioned in his |
dress; and with that sort of an air
about him which marks an English |
country gentleman, wherever he may |
be- Well. we soon got into talk, for I'd |
spotted the baronet in a moment, and he |
was anxious to find out something about |
his son, rs soon as he heard l knew a |
little of the young couple.
80 nd Won do not think sir that my
that Mr.. Vincent is dangerously ill?"
said the old baronet; and there was a
sob in his voice as he spoke, and his |
hand trembled as he laid it upon mine. |
.'IIere Is the house, sir,'' | said, "and |
you will he able 10 judge for yourself"
We went in. At least the baronet |
went into the room, trembling in every |
limb with the excitement of seeing his |
son. But when he set eyes on him the |
poor old man was so startled that he |
could scarcely speak. His son saw him |
and tried To rise, but fell back feebly |
into his chair. ''Dear father" he mur- |
INJURED, stretching out thin, trembling |
hand, .'forgive"
But the father was on his knees by |
the chair, i'm a moment, claSpIng his |
sons head in his arms, and fOndling him
as he had done when the man was a |
baby.
''what have to forgive: You must |
forgive me for being so hard, my dear
boy, and get better soon; Wilford, my |
son, my son,'
IL too had come into the room; could |
not help it, | was so interested and ex-
cited. But | saw that i'm the young |
mans face which made my heart sink in
my bosom like lead.
The young wife saw it, too, and gave
one, two, three sharp screams, as if a |
knife had been thrust into her side.
Mr.. Broadman saw it, and quietly |
knecling down, commended to God-as
well as he could, for Sobbing-the soul