Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1880-01-29

1t was evening of the same day-a
dull November evening, much in har-
mony with my thoughts, as | leaned
against the door post of our house, and
recalled the good old times when life
was :. merry farce for us all.
| had no heart to work. All tha
day had hawked my manuscripts from
one publisher to another, vainly hoping
to get q loan upon them. My threepence
| half-penny had been carefully invested
at ii dirty cook shop. and I was glad to
think there must have been just enough
cold meat to satisfy the boys at dinner
and tea.
Presently | would 20 in and hunt for
| any fragments that remained, for was
| desperately hungry.
Through the fog came a slender female
| figure disguised in waterproof. She
did not notice me until quite abreast,
when the light fell upon her face. Then
as she gave one frightened glance, saw
| two things-how pale and beautiful it
| was, and what depth of misery lay in
the startled eyes.
1t was q low neighborhood in which
we lived, though separated by but loug
alley from a fashionable West End
street-a dangerous locality for young
| girl at that hour. | crossed the road in
| order to accompany her unobserved, and
had hardly done so ere / saw her brought
up by some man, looming unsteadily, in
| the mist
Come here, nay pretty dear!" said
he.
She gave a faint scream and tried to
| slip by him. but the drunken wretch
caught her by the loose waterproof In
another second he measured his length
on the pavement; but, strange to say,
the girl sank down also insensihle,
dropping something that looked like
jewel case. My PROSTATE friend was re-
iieving his feelings by round volley of
obscene abuse. Not daring to await the
arrival of a policeman, caught up his
victim and her case, and made hasty
retreat At the foot of the dilapidated
stairs hesitated;; Should ! carry my
| fair burden into Mrs. Callaghan's little
| fight, pursued by shrill invective, de-
cided the point.
Bridget" said l, this lady has
tainted. Come and help me-"
All, sure, sor! Poor dear"
We carried the stranger to the COM
mon sitting-room. and essayed to bring
her round. Presently she opened her
eyes, and began to speak incoherently.
Deliriousi" said I. 1t was a great
relief to hear Halls springing step. He
gave low whistle of astonishment as
he entered, aad felt the patients pulse,
while | gave a brief explanation.
Feverish-very She must be put
| to bed at once. Where does she live?n
81 have not an idea. Search her
pockets"
But the search was fruitless.
"Call a cab and will take her to the
hospital" suggested Harry.
! / looked at the flushed face and the
bright. beautiful eyes, and my heart
gave great, senseless throb of disap-
proval.
mo; we cannot turn her away.
my room. You will take me in for a
night or twop"
"Of course, old man, and Hal flew
off.
Then thought of our landlady.
Bridget" said l, "how about Mrs
Callaghan ?"
. am the misthress, sor! Sure I'll
tell her you've got the faver, AM she
won't come nigh ye."
One more difficulty remained, and
that the greatest-the money problem.
Well, my coat and vest might go.
So for three days Ipattered about the
apartment in an old tattered dressing
gown, being supposed to be down with
/ fever; meanwhile the real patient had
careful attention and strengthening
nourishment.
+ The third day notable event hap
pened. A high-class monthly sent me
a check for contribution, and requested
a similar one. I worked cheerfully
after that till the crisis came, and the
nurse gleefully reported that the young
, lady was conscious, and asking for her
| father
/ MAY see herP'' said 1, eagerly.
{ Dear, dear-no, sir. The excite.
! ment would throw her back. Besides
she must not talk. Her father is Mr.
Bullion, of --- street.
, Bullion, the great foreign banker
What brought his daughter, unattended,
! into this vfleside streetp Time would