Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1881-05-21

| his watch pocket to see what time it
was, but his thumb and finger encoun-
tering nothing but pawn tickets, he
withdrew them with smile which was
somewhat grim. The spiteful female
knocked at the door, and, without await
ing response, entered,
"There's nothing to eat in the house, +"
she said. "An 1 agoin' to be drove out
without crust?"
The girls face flushed, and then be-
came deadly white, and she returned no
answer; but after struggle, which her
quivering features clearly indicated, she
burst anew into tears. The young man
stopped and whispered in her ear:
"Is that true?
"Yes," she sobbed in answer. ST
have no money-not penny"
Right about face. Marchl" said the
young man, rising. The spiteful female,
who had come in for the express pur-
pose of firing this spiteful shaft, went
ont exultant. "That being the case"
said the young man cheerfully, when
the woman had gone, "you must let me
be your banker" He drew forth the
lean chamois- leather purse again, and
from it extracted one last sovereign,
, which he laid upon the table. "Andnow,
he added, there is no more time to
lose. / must go back and look for en-
ployment at once. I will send more
money in day or two, somehow"
"Oh, Walter" said the girl, clinging
to him, 81 can't sleep in this house
alone. I dare not. There is nothing
in it that belongs to me. They will
take away everything tomorrow.
"Have you nowhere to go?" he asked
gravely.
Nowhere" she answered. The bull
let-headed young Briton's lip quivered,
aud tear sprang with sting into each
honest gray eye as he looked down at
her.
"I will go into the village" he said,
after a momentary pause, to make sure
that his voice was steady and should
sound cheerful in her ears, sand get
rooms for you"
He kissed her and went away, and in
the course of an hour and half re-
turned, trundling a wheelbarrow before
him.
Pack up T. he said cheerfully GIVE
got stunning place for you" He lit
his pipe and sat upon the handle of the
wheelbarrow. "Tell me when you're
ready" he called through the open door,
"and I'll carry your traps down, Nell.
Then he smoked with an aspect Of de-
libArate jollity, belied by an occasional
suspicious winking of the honest gray
eyes and suspicious quiver in the up
per lip. When The girl Game down
again she saw that he was alone.
"Walter." she said, "you cannot
wheel my things into the village"
"Why not ?" said he, squaring his
wide shoulders and lifting a stalwart
arm. 81 wheeled three hundred weight
measured mile without resting in my
last term. Won a tenner that way.
Went into training at it for fortnight.
I'm great hand at a wheelbarrow.
81 know you're strong enough" she
answered with sad, admiring smile !;
"but you mustn't do it, really"
Dignity be blowed, my dear" said
the young man. care the traps ready ?
Tell me the room"
He went upstairs in obedience to her
directions-reluctantly given after fur
ther protest-and brought down two
boxes, neither of which looked very
heavy i'll his muscular arms.
"Now," he said, you're not part
of this procession beyond the top of
/ the hill, and you'll go into the village
| through the fields. Every body knows
me here, and I'm Walter Mackenzie if
wheeled pyramid of barrows, aud
stood on my head to do it. There, lock
the outside door, and give me the key.
Good-by, old house. Better luck for us
where we're going. Come along, dear.
A brave heart !"
He trundled the wheelbarrow along,
and began to sing to no particular tune {:
Then merrily hent tho footpath way,
And menily over the stile ha
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires III a mile, ha
Now and then, the road being lonely,
he lghtened labor with kiss. The
specified hilltop being reached, he di-
rected his companion to the house he
had chosen for her, and they parted for
while; and Walter Mackenzie, B. A., ,
of Oriel, and barrlster- -at-law, tooled his
wheelbarrow down hill, the lighter per-
haps that he had not q sixpeDce i'll his
pocket or anywhere in the wide world.
GIVE got clear field aud no favor, 4"
he said as he went. Except Nell's, :"
he added in revision. "Ill work for
| her if turn cabman. I'll knock some
golden chips off some odd csrner of this
laundering old planet before I've done
with it. See if l don't"
He met the object of his solicitude at
the door of her new hone and gave her
in charge to a decent, clean looking vii
lage woman, and then, having wheeled
the barrow into little tool house at the
back of the garden, he returned to say
Good-by." With promises of an early
return from London, and whisper that
he would send more money soon, he
went his way to the railway station.
"Got a return ticket, anyhow" he
said to himself. "There's grub in my
chambers for couple of days, and Billy
will be home by then. Get some coin
from Billy. Good sort, Bill is, and has
lots of the needful. Don't know when
l shall be able to pay him back. Must
get something to do. Bar amt my line.
Gordon Cumming business - mighty
lion -slayer-that's my form, or might
be, if there were no Nelly. Poor Ii tie
girl! Must get something to do and get
married. Not provident. Can't afford
to be provident. Should feel like a
sweep if tried to be provident. Nelly
must be taken care of, and IT, ) only way