The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-11-17
THE DAUGHTER OF THE
DARK. tf


A group of men and a vast mass of
business awaited his arrival at the office.
1t was past noon before he could get him
self free for a few moments Then
he stole quickly and quietly out of the
Office, jumped into hanson cab, and
told the man to drive half way down
Chancery Lane.
He muses.:
"There is no knowing what may hap
pen, so it is better to draw it out. The
fOrtnights notice isup to-day. 1t would
not do to lose ito lose all l have in
the world, now, too, when little one is
coming to us at last"
The cab pulls up. He alights and
walks quickly down street off
Chancery Lane. He enters large
building and presents a paper at a
counter. 1t is marked and returned to
him. He presents it at another counter,
saying "Gold," in low voice. The
clerk counts the sum out, weighs it, and
shovels it across to him. He counts it,
and says:
"One hundred and twenty-five; thank
you, it's all right"
He pours the money into a leathern
bag, drops the bag into his trousers peck
ct, and, leaving the bank, halls another
cab aud drives rapidly back to the office
in harrington street.
1t is now past one in the afternoon.
At three the final meeting of the dele
gates is to take place at the offices, Far
ringdon street. The meeting lasts until
five. 1t is almost stormy, and all
Michael CRANES eloquence and earnest
ness are necessary to keep the delegates
up to the necessary degree of frmness
and resolution. The fact is, contradic-
tory rumors are afoat about an OPP
position demonstration. As these rumors
seem no more than idle talk of the timid;
still, they indicate want of unanimity
among the classes concerned.
At half-past five, Michael Crane, hav-
ing dismissed the delegates, and feeling
faint, goes down Farringdon street, turns
up Fleet street, and enters tavern.
Here he orders chop and pint of
stout.
"GIobe,' sir" says the waiter, handing
him the paper. "Globe,' sir, special.
We're going to have something queer on
tonight, sir, if the Globe is right. Look
there sir" The man puts his finger on
q paragraph as he hands the paper to
Michael Crane.
The paragraph runs as follows:
We understand that owing to discomfort
hro pahao pf tho ipIn tri, |
classes, they have resolved to take quite a
novel way of appealing not onl to their
employers. but to the general public as well.
We are given to believe the scheme of the
agtators will be pat iato operation this
night, and that its effects will be the most
astonishing ever experienced at time Of
peace in any great modern city. About
this design peculiar secrecy is observed.
Should We be able to obtain any further
information, it will appear in our later
editions.
With complacent smile Michael
Crane puts down the paper and begins
his dinner. The hour of his triumph and
his fame are nigh at hand. He feels the
blood swell in his veins. His heart beats
lightly, the lamp Of his imagination
blazas up in the garden of his dreams,
and he sees visions Of his own triumphal
progress, and hears echoes of shouts of
acclaim. '.avd ..e. .t4....
The chop and pint of stout are gone.
Such an evening as this deserves deeper
honoring; it is now haf-past six. A
deeper honoring, yes.
"Waiter, q pint of pale sherry and a
cigar; a later edition of the Globe if it
is out.
ayes, sir, here's the Globe Half-
crown sherry, yes, sir. Further partic-
ulars." =,
The waiter puts down the sherry and
goes away. Michael CRANES hand trem-
bles with excitement as he pours out a
glass of the wine and raises it to his lips
before looking at the paper. Usually he
is a water-drinker; the stout has made
him fell warm and comfortable. The
biting heat of the sherry diffuses quick
thrill of delight through his frame. He
swallows the contents OF the glass and
then takes up the paper.
His eyes light on two words, and
everything else on the sheet is nothing.
The two words are Michael Grame!"
This is the crowning moment of his
life. He feels the hays OF fame upon his
forehead. All London is talking Of him
now; all the world should talk of him by
and by. And all London shall not only
talk Of him but shall talk well of him,
shall rend the clouds with his name! Oh!
consummation of all his hopes, supreme
deliverance of the conception of life
timel Oh! gladness of a holy triumph!
He drinks another glass OF sherry be-
fore reading the new paragraph. The
latest intelligence in the Globe is con-
tanned in few words, but the words are
full Of grave significance;
We have gathered a little additional
news of the coming protest So far as we are
able to Judge, the demonstration will take
more the form of a 'coup" than we first IN.
dicated. Mr.. Michael Crane, Secretary Of
the independent Metropolitan Engine Dri-
vers' Association, has organized scheme.
The police are already neutrality-suspicious.,
"The police!" mutters Michael Crane,
in bland condescension; "the posce!