Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-20
and sweet simplicity, but she was cast

and sweet simplicity, but she was cast
before swine, sir"
s'Shiel, you are always more or less Of a
fool" groaned Mac sand now you re
clean daft" But he listened to Shiel as
he went on to give him piece of his
mind, and took heart as he gathered in
the evidences of Jenny's wounded love.
She'll be back before twenty -four hours,
said Mac, "and we'll all be the happier
for this little BOUT
But twenty four hours went by, and
forty -eight;a whole week passed away.
and no Jenny came to lift the weight
from Macs heart. Ssiel advised him to
secretly consult the police, at which
Mac first revolted, then succumbed; but
with no success. A fortnight went by,
and even Shiel forgave every fault Of
Macs, so deep and sincere were his sor-
row and penitence. The musical alb
straction of Miss Jean served in meas
ure to mitigate her grief. and an eminent
| professor had offered her The warmest
sympathy and consolation man can
offer; but poor Mac hated the thought or
sound OF music now, and would have no
commiseration save that of Shiel. which
indeed, partook Of SO urWearied a nature
that Mac chung to it as drowning man
will to a straw.
At the end ofthe month Shiel declared
that journalism was the only thing left
to them. He had held it, he said, as q
de,anie,. resort, not wanting to set the
tongues OF the world that Jenny SO hated
wagging in her behalf; but her cruel OBJ
stinacy had left them no alternative.
81 see,' said Mac ssthe personal column
in the Herald. Make it as agonizing as
you can, Shiel. God knows it can't hold
misery enough. Tell her to come back
and rule in every thing-manage the
money and the business, smash the piano,
and forbid Jean's marriage to the profess
Or; and tell her, Shiel, the house is 'cauld
without her. and my heart wearies salr.'"
And here the tears rolled out Of his eyes
and lump in his throat stopped his
speech.
Nonsense, man, said Shiel sCall you
that journalism? Listen here, sir, to the
cunning touch Of genius, the lever that
moves the world" And he read forth
to to the Responding partner a little par
agraph from a prominent newspaper,
stating the deep regret with which they
learned that the recent domestic troubles
of the eminent musical critic Mr.. Mac
Neil had not only Frustrated him upon
bed of illness, where he was now lying in
critic condition, but that his business
affairs had become hopelessly entangled
and there was g probability Of an. early
sale Of his household effects for the bene-
fit Of his creditors. Among these articles
were some musical curicsities, informa-
ton of which could be obtained of Mr..
Shiel, Printing house Square, No. blank
sAnd now [ must 90 to No. blank at
once, said Shie]; ''for, il I'm not mistaken
this will fetch her within the hour"
Shiel had no sooner got seated at his
desk when there was timid knock at
the door that sent his heart humping in
unison. Upon the threshold he present
ly saw a familiar little figure, and heard
broken voice which the thickness OF no
veil could disguise She began to enquire
about the musical curiosities, while Sniel
looked at her eagerly. He said not a
word, but there was something in his
face SO sad and yearning that Jenny be-
gan to sob.
us he so very sick, shiel dear?' she
cried. ooh, take me to him, wicked
woman that am I have killed. have
killed him for whom I would lay down
my life"
She threw back her veil and put out
both her little hands, and Shiel. on the
spur OF the moment, caught her in his
arms and held her to his heart, excusing
the warmth oft]is embrace by the plea
that he thought she was fainting.
They found Mac walking about the
sure, and big, greedy, cavernous hollows
of grief in his face: but as he took Jenny
in his arms, these hollows filled up with
JOY, and his whole being seemed to dilate
with strength and gladness.
''Sulely you can't be SO very, very ill,
dearie2' SWhispered Jenny, looking coax
ingly into his eyes.
"I'm-I'm little BETTER" said Mac,
slyly winking at poor Shiel, and kissing
her again and again.
Then don't mind being beggar,
DEAR" pursued Jenny. ''Let them sell
what they will, they can't sell you, and
wa can all 90 and live in our old nest
again"
"And give over this fine one to Jean
and her professor" said Mac
sBut the creditors cried Jenny.
There is the only man to whom owe
any thlny in the world" said Mac, point
ing to Shiel.
Jenny looked about her rather ruefully,
and said to shiel, ''Can't we go back to
the old nest, SHELF Can't we go back?"
ohiel was ne ar the door, and caught both
her hands in his.
"There are no birds In last years nests, !"
said poor Shiel, and left them alone to-
gether.- Harper,s Weekly.
The Silent Stranger.
A str niger sat in a corner of the car
hence to New York, in easy attitude. his