Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-05-16
A FORLORN HOPE.

are curious,y damned together, clinglng
TO one another like irregular teeth. Sea-
faring men stood talking in groups at the
corners of the crossings and beneath the
awnings of the sidewalks. Every pair OF
trousers was more or less daubed with
tar, and the men bore on their cheeks
the kisses OF the suns of every cline IN
der high heaven.
Threws and sinews were to be seen
there toiling doggedly and perpetually'
Steam engines of various forms and uses
were toiling also after their fashion
hosting goods, pumping water, driving
poles. Horses were dragging enormous
engines, and cared nothing about the
noise. The workers were pushing out
groins and breastworks and piles and
dams, which must have astonished the
river as they gradually forced it out of
its olo landmarks. Here and there
might be observed thoughtful looking
men standing, watching keenly and with
contracted brows the progress Of things.
Standing apart with folded arms and a
protoundedly discouraged air, young
man was likewise gazing around him.
He was broad shouldered, tall and mus
cular. He had full blue eyes, quantity
of hair of a tawny red a large mouth out
of which glittered superb set of white
teeth. Naturally his smile was constant,
bright and jevial; but now it was consid-
orally overcast He walked up to the
contractor with the air of man who has
made up his mind to last effort.
"Then there's no chance for me on the
job, Mr.. Broadlip!"
guess not, Berthfeld."
The other was silent.
"You see," continued Broadlip," Pod
ford manages it all, and he has the
stamps"
"The position would have just suited
me.''
"Down to the ground, but you amt
Podford's nephew. It's not the right
man in the place. Joe. But the man is
in the right place, and right will not
turn him out while might keeps him in.
It amt my fault you amt fixed, Joe, and
I'm real sorry. If was boss I'd fix you
right Off"
Pm obliged, Mr.. Broadlip. I'll see
you at Englede!l, Sunday" and Joe
Berthfeld turned on his heel.
1t was Sunday in Engledell on the
Hudson-the quaint old town of Engle-
dell that overlooks the North river from
snug little aerie up in the rock-ribbed
Palisades. The cracked bell Of the church
was changing forth its invitation to peo-
pie to enter its open doors. 1t was an
old church. The windows were cob
webbed and dirty, with here and there
pane of stained glass IN strange pattern;
these were distributed with perfect IT.
regularity. These windows looked On
the gravestones where the forefathers
OF those who now stood there slept. Long
tangled, sickly grass twined about the
gravestones, and one or two were orna-
mented with rose bushes and oyster-shells.
Some trees of smoked, dried green slow
ly grew and slowly decayed by the side OF
the old church. The bell-rope hung in
to the body of the building, and a stove
reared its unsightly pipe in the center,
supported by iron bars that radiated from
it in every direction.
Just as the service commenced a pref
ty, dark-eyed girl glided down the aisle,
with rather conscious stricken air,opened
with some difficulty one OF the doors and
hid herself Immediately in one of the
pews, her blushing face closely pressed
against her hands, which lay on the wood
work in front of her, as she knelt down
to say few prayers. Within just as
much time as suggested the idea that he
had fingered outside in order not to ap-
pear together, Joe Berthfeld entered and
seated himself in an adjacent pew.
The two behaved very well during the
service, taking only stealthily innocent
chances at each other and even then only
at long intervals. But when the service
was read and the benedictlon said, the
girl remained little longer than usual
on her knees, and Joe was waiting for
her when she arose. They walked silent
~ together out OF the church, and turned
into broad walk. shaded with trees,
which led down, zig-zag fashion toward
the river.
As they got further and further away
from the departing congregation, Berth
field, being an enterprising youth in all
he undertook to do, possessed himself of
her hand, and put his face so close to her
hat that she could not choose but look at
HIM. And he looked long, but not ap-
parently making himself the happier by
so doing, for at the conclusion he gave a
great sigh.
"Hattie, darling" he said, 81 have no
good news Tor you. I've been to the
dock works at the North River, and the
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