The daily herald. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1886-1887, 1886-11-26

well, out with IL, for heavens sakef"
cried Jack harshly, and all the life and
brightness died out Of his face
"There is another Taylor among the
competitors, and he Is the winner OF the
prize. / did not know Of this until lato
at night, when the directors gave me a
check for ESQ in favor Of George Taylor
No one could be moro grieved than am,
old fellow. ! would have given goo for it
not to have happened. ought to have
been more careful"
Jack answered moth ing. The blow had
fallen so unexpectedly that, for the mo-
ment, 1t stunned him. He tried to pull
himself together; but there was dazed
look on his white face, and his limbs
trembled under him as he rose to his feet,
anxious to get away
"Don't go like this old man. You have
had nasty shock. Sit down little while
and steady yourself. ] wish could walk
home with you; but there will be so many
people in and out this morning that can
not possibly leave. Let me send for cabt
Nor Well, If you would rather 20"
las Jack moved impatiently towards the
door--T won't detain you; only-stop q
moment, Jack. | am afraid of offendin &
your CO nfounded pride--but won't you
can't T-and Balfour waxed eager and in.
coherent-"be your banker for timeY You
would be doing me kindness, as Knight
not feel such a brute then as do now"
"Many tina nks, old fellow; but that can
not be- Let me keep my independence as
long rs can. Don't blame yourself for
what has happened" and Jack held out
his hand; lit was only a mistake"
Out in the Strand again; but how
changed everything seemed since an hour
ago! The world Is q dreary place when
the sunshine Is gone from our heart and
hand and brain are weary of striving and
Planning, when all seems of no avail.
AS in IA dream, Jack turned his footsteps
homeward. He looked so white and
broken down that few plying and
curious glances were directed at him; but
no one had time, or, perhaps, inclination,
to bestow much sympathy on stranger.
In this world, the race Is to tn swift and
the battle to the strong and our weak
and unfortunate brethren meet with
scant pity.
Half way over Waterloo bridge Jack
felt he must rest awhile, for he was faint
and tired. His breakfast had been
small one, for he was eager to get away;
and now want of food and the excitement
he had gone through were telling upon
him. He seated himself in one Of the re
cesses of the bridge, and crossing his
arms on the stone balustrade, looked
down on the cold, gray river. No money;
no chance of work that would bring in
more than few shillings; delicate wife
and child to provide for-what was he
TO dor"
How quietly the barges were floating
down the riverl A little bright sunshine
dispersed the early morning fog, and
Jack gazed down and liste ned to the WOO
ing voice of the river, whispering of rest,
peace and forgetfulness; and as he lis
tened, shadowy arms seemed to rise
out of the water and to becksn him down.
Would it not be best for his dear ones
that he should slip quietly out of the
worldS Muriel's friends would care for
her and the child, IL he were out Of the
way. All, but would anything comfort
NJ uriel for his loss? Jack could not pre-
tend to think that she would be lightly
consoled. The tender heart which had
chung to him through good and evil,
could he bear to break itP No, however
hard life may be, for her sake he must
work and struggle on; perhaps rome day
he will see light in the darkness.
Jack turned from the river, ashamed
that he could have thought for one in.
ottthI vi iluSiuB MS liz away llke u cow
ard His limbs were aching and tremb.
ling from the cold; for nearly an hour he
had sat exposed to the bitter weather.
He longed to get home now. Muriel's
arms would enfold him the more closely
in his desolation, and Muriel's warm
kisses would fall on his face, and tighten
somewhat the heavy lead that was press.
ing on his heart. And Lulu-dear little
Lulu, and the shabby, homely rooml
What desire he had to get back to them
all; and they seemed so far off still, for
only slowly and painfully could he drag
himself along.
He reached Waterloo station. He was
nearly home now. He attempted to cross
the road; at the same time hanson cab
dashed out of the station. Jack heard
warning cry, but stood helpless and con-
fused, not comprehending his danger.
There was loud exclamation of horror,
and then little crowd gathered round a
Inotionless figure which was lifted gently
ON stretcher and carried to the nearest
surgery. The doctor was at home, and
hitter keen glance at the deathly face and
careful examination OF the crushed, i'm
passive body, he turned to the bystanders
| and said:
II can do nothing here The poor fell
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