Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-09-20

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nished, and the s.hands" lived there.
This one was Morgan's cottage, and It
was Jack Morgan himself and his sister.
Madge, who were seated at breakfast,
lingering as was possible only on Sunday
morning.
| She was a tall, well-formed, strikingly
handsome girl of nineteen, as she sat fac
ing her brother, who was some five years
older; and upon her face was an eager,
troubled look. willie he was sullen and
| downcast.
Young as they were they had seen bet
| ter days; been well educated up to three
years previous to that June morning, and
then been thrown suddenly upon their
own resources
Jack fought his way, sulIen and re-
sentful, making few friends, and seeking
none.
Madge was the drawer of the two,
meeting their reverses with quiet cour-
age, and bringing energy, trust. and
cheerfulness to the mean cottage home.
just one week has elapsed since an aunt
from whom they had never hoped for
aid, had left them each hundred
pounds, and Jack had resolved to try
his fortune in Canada, while Madge put
hers aside for a rainy day.
s'I'll stay here until you are sure of
success, Jack, " she said, when he urged
her to join him, land keep a home for
you in case that you should need one. ]"
do you call this hole a homer he
| asked, bitterly, and she only smiled and
answered:
"A shelter, then"
! But she was not smiling when she sat
at the Sunday breakfast, eating little,
brooding sadly. until suddenly she
cried
| Jack, we must do something. Think
what we owe Tom King"
cove him. / believe we have paid
him every farthing,n said Jack, sharply.
I'VE have paid him the money, /
know; but we can never pay him what
we owe him still.'
BAH Don't be SO sentimental,
Madge."
" Common gratitude is not sentiment
alone, Jack. Jack, " she repeated, ''can
you forget who came to US in that sore
need, paid doctor and butcher. and then
buried our mother beside father in the
cemetery2''
i" And do you forget, her brother re-
piled, almost angrily, how we worked
and starved and persisted, until every,
shilling of the money was in Tom Kings
pocket again?"
81 know! / know But think how
he helped you and me to get our situa-
ton in the mills, and how delicately he
made the loans of money. And now,
oh, Jack, l must do something's
/" What can you do9 If Tom King
chose to lose his money in specializing,
how ere you responsibleY"
8 am not, but, Jack, there is Aunt
Kate's money"
" All you have in the world"
No." she answered, Il have my
wages
= A noble fortunel Don't be fool,
Madge.''
But Madge was fool in the sense he
meant. All through the morning, while
she dressed in her quiet mourning for
church, even through the service there,
she was thinking of what she owed Tom
King
When her mother, crushed by the
death of her husband, unable to meet
the change from comfort to poverty.
sank down Frustrated when Jack, unable
to get work, was cursing fortune, Tom
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kept them from starvation. Madge's
heart glowed as she remembered how
thoughtful he was about sparing her
trouble in every way.
He was more than double her AGE. and
a grave, reserved man, whom she re-
gar1ed with the affectionate respect she
would have given ner father, but with
that same reverence she loved him deep
". And when the whole town knew
that Tom King lay in the Newtown hos
pital, sick and penniless, the whole noble.
grateful heart Of Madge Morgan went out
to him.
Many stories reached her. He had
made fortune and lost it; he had In
vested in mines, and the mines had
failed and ruined him; he had been en-
gagged, according to the Newtown Oos-
sips, in dozen different specuIations.
winning vast sums only to lose them.
But one broad. indisputable fact re-
NAMED, If all the rest were false: be
was lying in the hospital sick from the
excitement that had put the last stroke
upon his i'll luck.
Dinner over, Madge put on her bon
net again.
I'm going over to the hospital, Jack, ,
she said.
Only q grunt answered her. but she
would not be PIT of by Jacks sour
looks, and went on her Grand.
Here. upon . low iron cOt-bed. pale
and emaciated, but evidently on the road
to recovery, Tom King lay when Mad0e
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