The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-01-26

She recalled him with q hesi-
ting voice.
i have saved this money, Wal
ter she said. will You not take
it? ! shall feel that l have help
cd vou IL little.
She extended the purse toward
him with wistful look that near
W. rnnervcd him again. He took
it, and, extracting the money it
contained, put it back into her
hand, while he hid the empty
purse in his breast.
i will keep that to recall this
hour. And this he continued,
taking her about The waist and
kissing her lips, shall be more
valuable to me than all the gold
in the world to cheer me in my
gloomy days
Turning at a bend in the road 10
look back, be saw her standing
where he bad left her, the morn
ing sun shining down upon her
fair hair and wEite-robed figure,
and then went on with an ache at
his heart that not all his high
hopes could smother.
Walter Oakdaie's experience in
the city at the outset was similar
to that Of thousands Of other ad-
venturers into It's fierce vortex.
Alone and without friends, the
young man soon found bis cour-
age oozing out under an uuinter-
ruptcd series Of failures. Ready
and eager to work, he found the
granting Of the bare privilege TO
labor q favor which he could not
procure. Every opening seemed
to be blocked by hundred as
eager as himself. The hardsbips
he had spoken Of so bravely were
not long in presenting them
For a while he managed to pro
cure tie means Of the meagerest
existence by unmi!igated toll OF
brain and body. At this time be
often lay awake at night from
sheer fatigue, longing from the
scent OF the pines and new-mown
hay upon the old farm, and ready
10 sacrifice all his hopes for the
privilege Of standing once more
beside Primrose, to feel the pres
sure Of her soft hand.
But his pride was not yet
broken. 1t was too late TO 60
back DOW. He would not admit
himself conquered. He had not
the courage to confess his mis-
take and return to the peaceful
lot he had so foolishiy exiled him
self from.
And shortly his affairs ap-
preached a crisis from which be
was extricated for the moment by
finding letter containing small
sum Of money waiting for him
at the postoffce. There was no
writing inclosed, nor any mark by
which to identify the sender.
Nevertheless something told him
that it must be Primrose.
He had fallen very low, he
thought. when he was forced 10
receive aid from her. But want
stared him in the face, and he ac-
cepted the Offering with a soul
full of bitterness.
Until he had achieved some.
ting, be resolved, be would write nc
more he would hide himself,
even from her, in the deepest
mazes Of the city. Even a letter
| from her dear hand must seem
like CALLING reproacb after this
Not many days later it became
apparent to him that ere long but
two alternatives would be left to
him; either to crawl home a foot
sore, dispirited beggar, and &C
knowledge himself conquered, OF
to die of absolute Starvation IN the
streets.
Yet a little while he held out
yielding slowly, stubbornly, te
the pressure of blind necessity.
One night less than year from
his hopeful parting from Prim
rose, found him pacing the streets
without a roof to cover his head
Homeless, penniless, starving Oh
that bleak winter night, it seem et
to his frenzied mind as If HEAVIER
and man had consplred Igalns
him.
There was little enough prid'
left in him now. Want and de
spair had robbed him OF even tba
falI.oious strenUth. In his daZet