The Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1885-1886, 1885-12-05

open brow anil frank go You con look
man n the face; I'm u you're not
afraid. Us la thing to he a.ra!d. One
monien. of ar blightcl The ~ Of man
know a. well as j know my sell. Cleani-
ness they say. Is next to goil n IS, Tut nan
Aness is above every Thing. II man insults
You, II he Is az u a. Go. iatb. don't walt to
tax, nit hiEi first; hit him II your heart Is
qiaklns, If your nerves ar, shaking; hit
nm Il he kills you alter! A brave man can
only die ut once; but the coward! ALL
God help the poor miserable coward, for he
dies every day, every hour he lvesT he
caused, and looked strangely round as be
took Oft his hat passed his hand throu b his
beautiful hair; then he stopped, took up a
handful of snow and rubbed it on his brow,
mcppe1 it dry, and sail with a lowdespond-
ing moan:
'Oh, Godl couli be bounded in nut
shell, and count myself a king of infinite
space, were it not that i have had bad
Dreams" Then he continued: 81 fear you
will think me rather eccentric, and SO am;
but was not always thus, was ], Pik1f l
was-what was II I'm sure forget. Well,
an how is Madame Ia Pike, and tina young
fishesl And the stock dsbts And do we
still deli ,ht tho leges with Sir Edward Nor
timer, AMI Pizarro, and the Baillie, and
Caleb Ballerston. And get glorious as of
yore on the mountain dew, fresh from Glen
hvatP Then, in an altered tone, and with
touch OF sadnes, in his voice, 'Of all
things else, avoid that, young gentleman.
Remember. There death in the pot Only
begin with that, and 'Facils descensus
Averni.' All the rest is easy; slap bang
down you go through the primrose path till
you ge. TO tho abyss at the bottom"
AT this moment Pike cut in with:
I'VE saw Lang Willie last night at
Paisley"
Did youf responded tho other; ".hen you
saw one for whom
Nature might stand up
And say to all the world-'Thi was mann"
After moments pause he began to hum
Annie Laurie half aloul and half to him
self AT last Pike whispered him, then he
changed altogether, and sail:
''fou're good fellow, Pike. What is it
the Balille says to Rob R,yi You're sort
OF kind Of honest rogue. Lut as to money,
Keep your trasa, Battle; keep your trash
See although we have got to our last
Roberto, yet,"-and he sent bright new
shilling spinning in the air and caught it
deftly-'what is it Ciaopatra's mailed
Bacchus sayss Yet have we a brain that
nourishes cur nerves. no, by the by, that
he could have had much brains to spare
when he madp such an as' Of himself for the
sake of that promiscuou,ly amurous and de-
cite1ly dissolute OLD gypsy. Good bye,
good bye; good luck to you al Klmarnock.
May your shadow never grow less; may
your stock debt never Increase; may you
never share 80 than half a crown n night,
and candles to boot. Ia, Ia we pray
heaven to have you in its holy keepinsr"
And 50, throwing his hsa aloft, he walked
rapidly down the hill singing as he passed
out of sight tho song of Autolycus-
jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrly hent the sile a
A merry heart goes all tho way;
y our sad tres in u mile a.
That was how | made Curly's acauaint
ance; and, indeed, that was the first and
last and only time / ever saw Donald
Campbell untl-but l must not anticipate
With reference to the remainder of our
Journey
a, in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a wel.-graced actor leaves the stage.
Areiily lent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be te lious;
Even so would tho reader regari cur ad
ventures at kiimarnock as tedious AMI ir
relevant, so | pass thom by, and leave che
rccor for another time Il I'd place.
In tho next chapter l will take I'D the
thread of Carly. AMI Willie's story as i:
came almose under my own personal cog
nizance, many long day after poor old
Pike ami had parted company forever