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 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, while he was sullen and
downcast.
Young as they were they had seen bet
ter days; been we'll educated up to three
years previous to that June morning, and
then been thrown suddenly upon their
own resources
Jack fought his way, sullen 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 a hundred
pounds, and Jack had resolved to try
his fortune in Canada, while Madge put
hers aside for rainy day.
'I'll stay here until you are sure of
success, Jack, she said, when he urged
her to join him, land keep home for
you in case that you should need one"
do you call this hole a home?" 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"
"Owe him l believe we have paid
him every farthing,n said Jack, sharply.
know; but we can never pay him what
we owe him still
HBahl Don't be SO sentimental,
Madge."
g Common gratitude is not sentiment
alone, Jack. Jack, y 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
cemetery9'
" 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, must do something's
What can you do2 If Tom King
chose to lose his money in specializing,
how ere you responsibleY"
" am not, but, Jack, there is Aunt
Kate's money"
All you have in the world"
No. she answered, - have my
wages
"A noble fortune 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
KING came, as their fathers friend, and
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-
garded with the affectionate respect she
would have given ner father, but with
that same reverence she loved him deep
ly. And when the whole town knew
that Tom King lay in the Newtown hos
pital, sick and penniIess, the whole noble.
grateful heart of Madge Morgan went out
to him
Many stories reached her. He had
made o 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 Cos
sips, IN q dozen different specuIations.
winning vast sums only to lose them.
But one broad. indisputable fact re-
manned, if all the rest were false: he
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 grunt answered her. but she
would not be PIT of by Jacks sour
looks, and went on her errand.
Here. upon low iron cot-bed. male
and emaclated, but evidently on the road