The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-11-11
CHAPTER XVII
FACE TO FACE


tended, on and of, for some years, during
which his modest income was mortgaged for
law expenses so that hs was able to save
little or nothing. Curly's acting days were
over. but he wrote a beautiful hand, and
employed himself in copying parts, MSS,
etc, for the theatre. OF course he didn't
make much by this; but be contributed soma
small portion toward the household ex-
psnses, always boarding up little treasure
for an especial purpose Year after year.
as regularly as the 18th of May approached.
be disappeared Generally he returned
about month after wards, and resumed his
place without a word. Willie guessed
pretty Wen where be. had been: but they
quite understood each other and no word
ever passed between them on the subject
They grew older. and the world grew
grayer and gioomier for both, and the case
Of Jameson ami Miller VS.. MacAllister
and Others continued to impoverish the
poor player.
Mr.. aacCrawley Citizens, having exhaust
ed every artifice that petdtogginy and Chi.
canery could suggest, was at length brought
to bay, and the final hearing came on
which resulted in a verdict for the dafend-
ant
The very next day Jameson gave notice
Of appeal. Then commenced affidayits, in
terlocutories, and don't know what all
Any how the whole thing had to begin anew
or course, the lawyers, as usual, took their
time over it But there is one comfort. you
can have good deal Of law for little
money In Scotlend-i- e., compared with the
cost Of thu article in England
While this precious lawsuit dragged its
slow length along, Jameson was acting in
Manchester. Liverpool, Birmingham, Shelf
field. the York circlit, etc. Wherever he
went Curly accompanied him AT last en-
gagements were difficult to obtain in Eng.
land, so the friends returned to the Land o
Cakes. But, alasI "a new generation had
arisen, which knew not Willie" Younger
men had stepped into his shoes. and poor
Jameson had to retire aud take a back
seat, until he sank to be, as we bad seen
hun the night before, leading man at the
Theatre Royal, Paisley.
And now comes the remarkable coinci-
dence to which have before referred.
As Pike got to this portion of his nara
tive we reach the summit of hill, at the
bottom of which, some two miles of, lay
Scuars town, through which we had to pass
during almost the last stage of our journey
As we paused to contemplate the prospect,
and indeed to take breath, for we were both
q little flown, our attention was attracted
to a solitary foot passenger. about three or
four hundred yards Ia front, who came
walking along brisizly toward u.s. Despite
his shabby clothes. be had the air and man.
ner of gentleman. His figure seemed wiry
and elastic; his hair fell about his neck in
profusion of snow-white silky curls; the col.
lar OF his shirt was turned down over a
frayei black silk handkerchief, revealing
Singularly beautiful neck; he carried his
head erect; his eyes seemed fixed on vacancy,
and his whole manner was so engrosssi and
preoccupied that he scarcely observed us
until within stones throw, when, to my
establishment Pike gave long, low whistle,
as be exclaimed:
Talk o the de'nl An how's aw' VII We,
CuriyP
Mr.. CampbeIl-for it was he-drew him
self up for a moment, coldly; then, re-
cover ng himself, replied, with a pleasant
smile:
''What, Pikel Still on the road, old
manl Don't you begin to feel tired of it,
and wish it were all overt Sometimes Pm of
Antony's mood, after Actium, and feel dis
posed to cry
Unarm, Eros, the long days task is done.
But no, no. | suppose Pve not courage
enough to take oR my own armor. And,
after all we've only got to wait a little
longer for the good time coming at ths end
Of the journey; AMI then. you know a
Cato puts it Ny bane ana antidote ara botL
before me- But what rogue and peasant
slave am 1 to go wool-gathering thusI
Who's the boyF'
Pike introduced me to Mr.. Campbell as
''the Juvenile hero OF the company, the COM
Inc man Ia fr,k ,r-a Tlor,,o, az
The old gentleman said, with a sweet
smile:
Excuse me sir. old men viii stin be talk
ing; it's the privilege Of age You are
young and sanguine. ALL was young and
sanguine once myself Ihope you will have
better fortune than befel ma You have an
open brow and frank eye. You can look
man IN the face; I'm sure you're not
afraid It's bad thing to be afraid. One
moment OF fear blighted the life Of man /
know as well as / know myself Cleanh-
ness, they say, is next TO godliness but man.
Ines Is above every hing. If man insults
you, If he Is as big as Goliath, don't wait to
talk, hit him first; bit him if your heart Is
quakiag, il your nerves are shaking, hit
him If he kills you afteri A brave man can
only die but once: but the cowardl Ali
God help the poor miserable coward. for he
oies every day, every hour he hve'l' be
paused, and looked strangely round as be
took or his hat, passed his hand through his
beautiful hair; then he stopped, took up a
handful of snow and rubbed 1t on his brow,
mOpped it dry, and said with lowdespond-
ing moan:
''Oh, Godl ! could be bounded In q nut
she'll and count myself a king Of infinite
space, were it not that 1 have had bad
dreams" Then be continued: II fear you
win think me rather eccentric, and so / am;
but was not always thus, was /, Pikef
was-what was II I'm sure forget Wei,
and how is Madame Ia Pike. and the young
hshesf And the stock debit And do wa
szn delight the leges with Sir Edward Nor
timer, and Pizarro. and the Baillis. and
Caleb Balderstonf And get glorious as OF
yore on the mountain dew, fresh from Glen
hvaH then, in an altered tone, and with
touch Of sadness in his voice. ''of ~