Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1885-10-24

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AMMAN.
So she went bravely up to Mr.. Car
lyons room and tapped at the door.
"Come in," he called out. "Oh, it
is you, Miss Walker, is it?"
Miss Comfort advanced valiantly,
with the bill in her hand, to where
Lcotard Carlyon rcclined langmdly
amid heap Of sofa pillows, with a
newspaper in his hand.
Don't you think you could settle
this little account, Mr.. Carlyon ?" she
said. "The poor woman needs 1t
very bad"
Leotard Carlyon's handsome black
brows darkened.
"She has been to you with her
story, has she ?" snarled he. "No,
cannot settle it! And | wouldn't if
l could '"
So Miss Comfort tied on little
brown velvet hat she had trimmed
with scarlet poppies and autumn
leaves, and set out bravely for the
Mount Orient bank.
The clerks stared at her little
curlously as she was shown into the
presidents room at the back, where
Mr.. Carlyon sat, straight and upright,
with blue eyes like falcon s and har
slightly sprinkled with gray.
He elevated his brows at the sight
of Miss Comfort Walker. And she
told him the story Of Ellen O'Brien
and her wrongs.
"May l ask, Miss Walker, why you
interest yourself so markedly i'll this
affair :" the banker asked, with a
cold, measured calm that contrasted
strangely with the little woman's heat
and furry.
"Because I think no man has q
right to cheat a poor woman out of
her hard-earned money"
"Cheat is a strong word, Miss
Walker" observed the banker.
at is the only correct word in this
case, Mr.. Carlyon,' retorted Miss
Comfort, secretly marveling at her
own courage in thus daring to con-
front the stately banker.
"Perhaps he is owing something to
yourself?" questioned the banker
keenly.
eyes, sir, he ls," Miss Comfort
made answer. "But 1t isn't that I
came about. l am quite able to at
tend to my own financial affairs, even
to lose a little should it be necessary
but this poor woman is friendless ard
alone"
Mr.. Carlyon glanced at his watch.
Miss Comfort turned toward the door.
81 am sorry that my time is no
longer at my disposal said he,
courteously.
And Miss Comfort went away al
most crying.
"Now l have made an enemy of
him, as we'll as Mr.. Leotard, and
haven't done the least good in the
world" she thought. "And he will
let the house to some one else IN the
spring, and-and-but after all, I'm
not sorry l did my best. Poor Ell
len! What shall | say to her when
she comes at 8 o'clock ?"
But that evening, just as Miss
Comfort was beginning again at the
pile of account books, ring came at
the door, and Mr.. Carlyon, the bank.
er, was shown IN. Miss Comfort rose,
confused and fluttering.
"Miss Walker, pray don't let me
disturb you," said the banker. 81
have only dropped in for little So
cial call. You showed yourself to me
to-day IN a different light from any IN
which you have yet appeared"
ga dun ?" demanded poor Miss
Comfort, almost Historically.
''No-but true-hearted, noble
natured woman! But you need no
longer distress yourself. The bill is
paid. And now, if you are at leisure,
I'll just take my evening cup of tea
with YOU"
How pleased and proud Miss Com
fort was, as she poured the decoction
Of fragrant Young Hyson into her
great grandmother's china cup, dec
GRATED with butterflies and oblong
scrolls of gilt and violet. And how
she kept wondering all the while how
in the world Mr.. Carlyon, the great
banker, could take such interest IN
her homely, humdrum little affairs.
But If she lad only known it, Mr..