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

She recalled him with q hesl-
ting voice.
Il have saved this money, WAL
ter she said. will You not take
it? | shall feel that I have help
cd vou a. liltlc.'
She extended the purse toward
him with wistful look that near
" unnerved him again. He took
it, and, extracting the money 1t
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 ana
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 bend in the road TO
look back, be saw her standing
where he had left her, the morn
ing sun shining down upon her
fair hair and white-robed figure,
and then went on with an ache at
his heart that not all his high
hopes could smother.
Walter Oakdale's experience in
the city at the outset was similar
to that Of thousands Of other ad-
7enturers into It's fierce vortex.
Alone and without friends, the
young man soon found bis cour-
age oozing out under an uninter-
rupted series Of failures. Ready
and eager to work, he found the
granting Of the bare privilege to
labor q favor which he could cot
procure. Every opening seemed
to be blocked by q hundred as
eager as himself: The bardshipS
he had spoken Of so bravely were
cot long in presenting them
For a while he managed to pro.
cure tie means Of the meagerest
existence bv unmitigated toll of
brain and body. At this time he
| often lay awake at night from
sheer fatigue, longing from the
scent OF the pines and new-mow
hay upon the old farm, and ready
to 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 90
back now. 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 foolishly exiled him
self from.
And shortly his affairs ap'
preached a crisis from which be
was extricated for the moment by
finding a letter containing a small
sum Of money waiting for him
at the postoffce. There was nc
writing inclosed, nor any marx 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 tc
receive aid from her. But want
stared him in the face, and he &C
cepted the offering with sou
full Of bitterness.
Until be had achieved some
ting, he resolved, be would write nc
more he would hide himself
even from her, in the deepes
mazes of the city. Even a letter
from her dear hand must seen
like CALLING reproach after this
Not many days later it became
apparent to him that ere long bu
two alternatives would be left tx
him; either to crawl home a foot
sore, dispirited beggar, and &C
knowledge himself conquered, o.
to die Of absolute starvation IN tht
streets.
Yet a little while be held out
yielding slowly, stubbornIy, Il
the pressure of blind necessity.
One night less than year from
his hopeful parting from Pr!m
rose, found him pacing the street
without a root to cover his head
Homeless, penniless, starving OF
that bleak winter night, 1t "eome'
TO his frenzied mind rs If heave1
and man had consplred agalns
him. =.
There was little enough prld
left in him now. Want and de
spair had robbed him Of even tina