The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-11-21

indeed scream, or anguish, rnaU wouiu
have thrilled ten thousand hearts had
they heard it; he dashed his hat OH the
ground, and rushed toward BARLEY,
with both hands out-"FOr Gods sake
don't send me o'coy-'ny chHd Is starr
ing" i7
Even BARLEY was moved. "Your
childw said he, with some little feeling
This slight encouragement was enough
for father His love grshed forth
"a little golden-haired, blue-eyed angel,
who is all the world to me. We have
walked here from Liverpool, where L
had just buried her mother God help
me! God help us both Many a weary
mile, sir, and never sure of supper or
the beasts of the field shelter. the fox
hole, but my beautiful and fragile
girl only four years old, sir, is hOuseless
and homeless. Her mother died of con-
sumption, sir, and live in mortal fear:
for now she Is beginning to cough, and
cannot give her proper nOurishment.
Often on this fatal journey have felt
her shiver, and then have taken off my
coat and wrapped it around her, and
her beautiful eyes have looked up in
mine, and seemed to plead for warmth
and food I'd sell my soul to give her."
Poor fellow" said BARLEY; IL sup
pose !! ought to pity you. But how can
L? Man-man-yOur child is alive, and
while there is life there is hope; but
mine is dead-dead!" he almost Shrek
ed.
Dead" said Hope, Mortified.
Dead" cried BARLEY. Cut off at
four years old, the very age of yours.
fVhar.a- on1 tnAna fnr xn,,rCn1f VA,.
are a father. | can't look upon my
blasted hopes, and my withered flower
Go and see ,ny blue-eyes, fair-haired
darling-clay, Fastening to the tomb;
and YOU will trouble me no more with
your imaginary griefs." lie flung him
self down with his head on his desk.
Hope, following the direction of his
hand, opened the door of the house and
went softly forward. There, laid out in
state, was little figure that, seen in the
dim light, drew cry of diSmay from
Hope. lie had left his own girl Sleep
ing, and looking like tinted wax. Here
lay little face the very image of hers,
only this was pale wax.
Hope hurried away from the room,
and entered the office pale and disturb
ed. "Oh. sir! the very image of my own.
1t fills me with forebUdings. pity you,
sir, with all my heart. That sad sight
recOnciles me to my lot. God help yOu!"
and he was going away: for now lie felt
M unreasOning terror lest his child
should have turned from cOlOred wax to
pale.
Mr.. BARLEY stopped him. "Are they
so like?" said he.
Wonderfully like" And again he
was going, but BARLEY who had receiv-
ed him SO coldly, seemed now unwilling
to part with him.
Stay" said he, land let me think"
The truth is, daring idea had just
flashed through that brain OF his; and
he wanted to think it out. lie walked
to and fro in silent agitation. and his
face was as book III which You may
read strange matter" At last he made
up his mind, but the matter was one he
did not dare to approach too bluntly. so
he went about a little.
"Stay-yOu don't know all my misfOr-
tunes. | am ambitiOus--like you. /
believe in science and knowledge-like
you. And. if my child had lived. you
should have been my adviser and my
right hand: ! want such Il man as YOU"
Hope threw up his hands. MY usual
luck" said he; always day too late"
BARLEY resumed:
But my chid's death robs me Of the
money To work with, and | can't help
you nor help myself: unless
UNLESS what" asked Hope, eagerly.
Il am not likely to raise objections: my
child's life is at stake"
well. then. unless YOU are really the
superior man you seem to be: man of
ability and-cOulage."
COURAGE thought Hope, and began
Go he puzzled. However he said. mod
estly. that he thought he could find
courage in good cause.
Then you and | are made men," said
BARLEY looking uneasily all round the
room, and coming close to Hope. The
very walls must not hear what | now
say to you." Then. in thrilling whis-
per. my daughter must not die"
Hope looked puzzled.
Your daughter must take her place."
Now just before this, two quick ears
began to try and catch the conversation.
MOnckton had heard all that Colonel
Clifford said, that warriors tones were
so incisive: but. as the matter only con-
cerned Mr.. BARLEY, he merely grinned
at the disappointment likely TO fall on
his employer, for he knew Mary Bart
ley was ut deaths door. He said as
much to himself, and went out for
sandwich, for it was his lunch-time.
But when he returned with stealthy foot,
for all his movements were cat-like, he
caught sight of BARLEY and Hope in
earnest conversation, and felt very cur
ious.
But he could hear nothing at all until
Hopes answer came to Bartley's pro-
posal.
Then the indignant father burst out,
so that it was easy enough to hear every
word. Il part with my girl! Not for
the worlds wealth. What. You call
yourself a father, and would tempt me
to sell my own flesh and bloodY No!
Poverty. beggary, anything. sooner than
that. My darling. we will thrive to-
gether or starve together; we will live
together or die together."
He snatched up his hat to leave. But
BARLEY found word to make him hest
tate. He never moved. but folded his
arms and said. $50, then, your love for
your child is selfish. WHO will suffer
most if you stand in her light? Your
daughter; why. she may die. Who will
profit most if you are wise. and really
love her, not like jealous lover. but
like a father? Why, you'd lighter; she
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