The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-04-24

g His face flushed u little, and he in
terrupted testify inid GtBluu r
&c All, certainly But you see, Mr.
Kenneth Lane, can't make situations
81 do not know what else he was go
ing to say. / shut the door, and passed
out, through the long rooms, past smil-
ing clerlSs-who no doubt read my en-
rand and its failure in my face, and out
into the street / do not remember any
thing else very distinctly, except that l
seemed plunged suddenly into an alley,
and from that into all kinds of No
Observation-Disclosures places, that
would have shrank from at any other
time. was conscious of rushing along
at times, and then blindly cropping my
way, dragging myself along slowly and
painfully. j was in one of these latter
moods, when was seized and brought
to halt by two ill-favored villains, who
proceeded to go through my pockets in
gallant style. Apparently disgusted
with the general emptiness of those re-
ceptacles, they turned around to the
light.
CO Drunk, said one of them, or else
fool, don't know which,
&c Come, my covey,' said the other,
you are innocent, you are, and you'd
better skin out o this afore you get tap
ON the head.
81 skinned out o. this and soon found
myself leaving the city behind and com
ing out on the broad fields, lying white
and still beneath the light of the moon.
Then my sense began returning, and 1
sat down by the side of the road, barred
my head, and tried to look calmly at my
situation-or rather at my want of one.
1T was gloomy enough, boys, / can
! tell you. The sense of failure is hor-
rid thing, and it had full possession of
me then. was young, and had fitted
myself for some of the higher, nobler
work of life, just to be thrust back and
told that there were no vacancies. Right
then and there 1 felt that there were
| powers in my brain which could win
me name and place among men If they
were only given an opportunity. Oh,
boys, there was the bitterness of it
might as well be highway robber,' L
said aloud, despairingly.
"'That's just what | think !" said a
voice close beside me, and when started
and turned, there was Steve Ranald, sit
ting there as coolly as If we had walked
to the place arm in arm. never had
quite liked his cat-like way of watching
and coming on me unawares, but it had
never startled nae before as it did then.
"' Why, Steve!' / exclaimed, how
came you here ?"
"t Oh, I've kept you in sight all the
evening. thought you did not seem
quite right, so L followed you. Devilsh
cool, that, on old Laclade, wasn't it p
The question brought me back to my
grievances. 1t was terrible l said.-
My father started him in business
when he had not friend or dollar in
the world. When / think of that, /
could almost swear vengeance on all
mankind for that MANS base ingrati-
tude.'
"' Yes,' said Ranald, but remember
your American proyerb-the world
owes you living
s''I'n never be able to collect the
debit returned bitterly
"' But you wouldn't make a good
highway robber, you know said Ran
aid, mechanically, blowing up the earth
at his feet with short stick. You
haven t the right kind of pluck
"What kind does it take p'I asked
with short laugh. DiA
"' Well, suppose a carriage come;
along, your first job is to wiring the
driver, after which you can talk with
the inside passengers at your leisure In
case its rider or afoot passenger, YOU
can deal with him easily enough. But
then you've got to have aquick hand OF
the trigger, and you haven't. got the
pluck, you know
SO Haven't ?'I cried, with kinC
of reckless daring. IF was armed
would show you before tomorrow.
don't owe the world much gratitude
and / had as well do something des
perate and get hanged, and done with
, ALL H
. "' Oh, as for arms, could let yoI
have mine, said Ranald, not looking a
me at all, but back towards the city
. But don't like much to do it. You,
never use them.
81 need not so on to tell you, boys
r how 1t all came about, but in less thai