The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1886-11-19

OO"NSituhJ WO"u bO 6ibt Y CNO
80 deliciously made; no potatoe
been so white aud foury! Such
supper is fit for the gods-at leas
when the sauce of happiness aDt
hunger accompanies it.
Tue ESQ had come most oppor
tunely, for Jacks little patrimonl
was exhausted; he had only uncer
tain engagement on the staff OF /
third-rate evening paper, and nc
help could be expected fruul Mu
riePs father, who disowned biz
daughter when she ran away will
TO repeat the old gentlemanT
words-"tbat good for nothing
scrlbbling fellow, who was brought
up in such extravagant style, sir,
and then left with few paltry hun,
dreds." Jack says that now he
will be able to devote some time to
his novel, upon which he has been
engaged for some months, instead
of being driven by stern necessity
to write nothing but "pOt boilers"
When the clock struck eleven, the
light was put out, and soon no
sound was heard in the room but
the quiet breathing of the happy
sleepers.
Breakfast over, Jack hurried
away, Tor he was anxious to re-
ceive the prize money as soon as
possible.
"Sit down, Jack, and have a
look at the Times for five minutes,' y
said Harry BalfOur when the two
friends had shaken hands. 81
have one or two little matters that
must be attended to at once"
1t did not appear as if Balfour
could attend much to the business
he mentioned, for bis glance wan.
dered continually TO his friends
bright face, and he pushed his pa
pers about with nervous, Impa.
tient hand.
'Is this eighty pound note a
great matter to y0G, old fellow I"
asked Harry at last.
~ should think it is. Harry |!
Ny wife has been awfully seedy
lately-London never agress with
her, but cODId not afford to send
her away, and now she can go to
Hastings week with Lulu, and
have everything the doctor orders.
Yes, indeed, it is Il godSend to me
in every way.
Balfour uttered an nntilligible |
ejaculation, aud after II moments |
gloomy silence, roughly pushed |
back his chair exclaiming:
lit is no use; 1t / think till |
| shall never find al
Q isy way OF telling YOU"
"What Is there to tell, Harry :
Don't make ii fellow nervous" said
Jack, trying to laugh. "YOu don't
expect me to believe that the socie-
~ is bankrupt, and that | may
whistle for my money T
IL have been "A cOnfOunded fool,
Jack ! | don't know whether you
will ever forgive me, but can nev-
~ forgive myself. When one of
,he directors told me that Taylor
lad won the prize, Of course l
hOught you were tie lucky man,
md told you so; instead OF that"
Aud here BalfOnr Stammered aud
leSitatcd.
"Well, out with il, for beaYen's
ake!' cried Jack harshly, and all
he life and brightness died out of
lis face.
"There is another Taylor am Ong
he competitors, aud he is the win
er OF the prize. l did not know
t this until late at night, when the
irectOrs gave me check for ESQ
D favor of George Taylor No ,,
ne could be more 2rieved than l
m, old fellow. | would have given
20 tor it not to have happened. /
ught to have been more careful" !
jack answered nothing. The !
low had fallen so unexpectedly 4
nat, for the moment, 1t stunned !
i'm. He tried to pull himself to. !
ether, bat there WAS dazed look :
II his white face, and his limbs :.
'embled under him as he rose TO =
is feet. anxious to get away.
"DOn't go like this, old man. 2
on have had a nasty shock. Sit = =
own little and steady yourself. /" ""
wish could walk home with you; =
Ut there will be so many people in ;,
ld out this morning that / cannot -
IsSibly leave. Let me send for u a
ID. MOI Well, if you would : :
ther go"-as Jack moved impa- o
eutly toward The doOr-"I won't g.
staiu you; only-stop moment, -
lck. L am afraid of offending Y
,ur confOuuded pride-but won't .,
,u- can't I"-aud Balfour waxed =
ger aud incOberent-sbe your 3
mixer for timei You would be " "
ling me a kindness, and l might ~ !,
II feel such a brute then as | do y
W." e' ?,
"Many thanks, old fellow; bnt a
at cannot be. Let me keep my m
dependence as long as l eau. h
OUT blame yourself for what has
aud Jack held ont his
md ''it was only a mistake tG
Out ia the Strand again; but oil
w changed everything seemed q
ace aB hOnr agol The world is a III
cary place When the sunshine is VI
ne from our heart, and hand aud bl
ain are weary Of striving and IN
auning, when all seems of no Il
all. As in dream, Jack turned al
footsteps homeward. lie look c.