New-York tribune., 1880-09-26

the waiter II Mr. Alan Mlavisn nau arrived.
Alan M'Tayishr Jock Campbell mur-
had not arrived, walked into the first room:
The rooms were small and crowded. The
gas famed, but the floors were sanded. The
space was divided into boxes. Of which only two
sides were fenced off. The atmosphere was
thick with smoke and there was 10 be found
the refuse of race-courses and singing halls,
with q large Shrinking of young men OF
the upper and middle classes, Guarismen,
and others who, like myself, imagined they
were enjoying life.
Jock Campbell entered as king, and was
rapturously greeted by al the assembly.
He was splendid fellow-tall at least
ak feet four, muscular. with great breadth OF
shoulders, powerful arms, and handsome,
high bred, r-complexioned face, on when
lie wore nous ache-an ornament only
known III those d3ys to men who, Ike nmseli,
were in the cavalry.
Good night, Jock, the mob cried ont. :,
Good night lie responded cheerlly; and
Notwithstanding the vile SURROUNDINGS, his
presence and his voice showed the good there
was III the man.
He was not more than fOur-and-twenty. and
the DAYS had not died out, now almost forget
ten when coarse debauchery was deemed the
extreme of Wit and good company. spring
heeled Jacks wrenching of doOr-knockers, Md
night SUI pr1ses, fights in the street, attacks on
the pojce-these were the pleasures Of many
Young men of the world, now staid grand
fathers and lights In their generation. Jock
Campbell had fallen into these ways from hlgh
spirits rather than from depravity. lie, was
full of energy strong, handsome, and beloved
-beamng with sympathy, which Vas enlisted
by his companions for the moment, whether
these were innocent or the reverse. be-
longing To u regiment III which sucll pursuits
were the vogue, he plunged readily into them
But he was equally popular ID pail rooms WIN
maiden aunts, or even little children, Tor ne was
only r,icnSet with giving Measure.
Waltlng for my cousin, | called OStenta-
tiously for a glass of pale white TIE SYNONYM
for brandy -andwater III an unlicensed lnstifu-
ton. An inner feeling seemed to tell me that
Jock Campbell had his eye ON ne; and half
resentful, yet half fascinated, followed bIm
up stairs with my brandy and-water IN my
hand. The room was much larger, as supper
could he obtained there, and table stood very
nearly the whole length of the room, covered
with a cloth spotted with gravy, beer. and
strong drink. | sat down at an unoccuped
corner Of this, slipping my brandy an water,
and smoking cigar, newly y-acqureu accom-,
plIshment. man with broken nose named
Shepherd, betting man, sat at the other end.
The rest of the room was crowded; for it WAS
known Jock Campbell who had beautiful
voice, would be asked to sing song.
Come, Jock-a song 7 they all cried; and he
trolled for'h, in a rich, strong tenor an lIlsh
song with Il rcl1cklug chorus, III Whicn the
whole room joined.
Encore! encore = shouted the crowd. :.
i ope the song wont be so noisy, captain,
said Mr.. Bob Croft, acos of the peeicrs
An right said Jock Campbell, as he took
puff OF his cigar, looking me straight III the
face and leaning his chin on his hand, he sang
in minor key, ard in low tone, pathetic
Scotch song. The effect was extraordinary.
The crowd was hushed while he sang; and
when he ended, the lost, hardened women
present were crying and sobbing like children.
On myself the effect was electrical. l had
often heard the song In my home, and had al
ways been told that 1t was unpublished, ana
related to an event in our family history. IL
set me muslug.
Come, young man. said the broken -nOsed
ruflan at the end of the table; : ont You
know it's your duty to stand the company with
champagne round
was quite dazed with the speech.
: IF you go wool gathering, young man. con-
tinuea Shepherd, IN bring you to, soon
enough -
Don't be too hard on the youngster, Tim
Shepherd said Jock Campbell.
Ii he don't stand champagne, I'll knock his
head Oft replied the bully.
No, You won't, Tim Teioined jock. big
fellow like you can't hit a child like that
No, you can't, Tim said the company.
we don't want no champagne
'You shall have some, however, declared
JOCK Campbell and he ordered half dozen Of
Mr. Croft, who brought it up himself.
BY tbs time JOCK Campbell had come near
me- ,
You must take n glass, yOuN-slcI, uc saiu'
IF only for the sake of my song. DO you
Yes I answered In my famiIv it is
known as the song OF Lydia ManwaIing, the
Welsl gill who loved the Scotchman.'
Where do you live, my boyY You had
better go home.'
i am waiting for some one.
Alan M'ravish won't come here tonight. He
has been taken 10 a spon2inS house. You had
better leave this as there Is sure 10 be row
soon. Can give you lift T
Il live in Baker-st'
What with old Calvert M'Tavishf Ii is
not far out of my way to the barr acks.'
His br3ugham was standing at the door, and
he took me home.
Don't go any mcIe to Bob Crofts,' he sald at
parting Trust my word, it is not good for
YOU. and my name is Jock Campbell. We snail
meet sO0Ii.'
III.
Alan MTavsh ives soon set free from the
spopging- house. Calvert was rich, and his mis-
sion seemed to be the release OF Alan from
arrest. He was quaint, nd-hearted, yet sell
fish old man, who had discovered the secret that
immediate compliance saved great deal OF
trouble. His only hobby was his profession,
which had produced, and was producing, good
deal of money. TO great part OF this his few
relatives seemed welcome. Alan helped him
self freely, and was only arrested when Cal
vert was out of town. | was far more humble
and contented myself with my small means
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