Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-06-17

stage so difficult as real tears, except 3
blush, which cannot be had for love or
money.
Thus it happened tbatit was four or five
weeks before Ralph got to London.
He arrived by way Of Highgats Hill at
four in the afternoon. Here he sat down
to rest, and to look upon the city ne had
come so far TO see. He saw in the distance
the towers and steeples Of London; his long
Journey was done; the fortune he came to
seek was-wbere was il? All the long
way from Warkworth Il seemed to him
that when he reached London he would
Immediately find that thing known as
fortune in some visible and tangible form,
waiting to be seized by his strong young
hands Yet now that he cav before him
the City of the Golden Pavement it seemed
as if, perhaps-it was chilling thought
he might not know or recognizs, or be able
to seize this fortune when he actually saw
it. What is it hke-Good Fortune? In
other words he began for the first time to
experience the GOODNESS of doubt which
sometimes falls upon the stoutest OF
Us. His cheek was by this time burned 8
deeper brown; mis- hands were tanned and
dyed by the June sun; his coat and waist
coat were stained with travel and with
rain; his shoes were worn through the
soles; in his pocket jingled the last two Of
his eleven guineas. When they were gone,
he reflected with dismay, what would
have to be done? BUTT was not time to
sit and think. Every fortune must have
its beginning; every young adventurer
must make start; every Dick Whiting
ton must enter the city of London. He
rose, seized his bundle, and set off down
the hill, singing to keep up his spirits,
with rs much alacrity as if he were only
lust starting on his way from Warkworth,
snd "a if his heart was still warmed by the
recollection of his cousins bruises.
The way from Highgate Hill to London
lies along q pleasant road between tall
hedges. On either side are fields and
woods, aud here and there gentlemsn's
seat or the country box of successful
citizen. Presently the boy reached High
bury, where the road bends south, and he
passed Islington, with its old church and
it's narrow, shady lanes thick with trees
On his right he SAW great crowd in gar
den, and there was music. This was Sad
dler,s Wells. Soon after this he arrived at
Clerkenwell Green, and so by mazs Of
streets, not knowing whittier he went, to
Smithfeld, where he found himself in the
midst Of the crowd which fills all the
streets of the city from dawn till night
It was z O'Clock when he found himself
at the place whittier he was bound. He
had been wandering for an hour and o
half looking about him, and at last ven
tured to ask the way of servant girl, who
seemed sstonished that he should not know
so simple thing as the most expeditions
road to Cheapside, seeing that it was only
the other side of Paul's. But she told him,
and he presently found himself in the
broad and wealthy streets called Cheap
side.
The Leg and Star was on the south side,
between Broad street and Bow church. 1t
was a gloyer's shop, and because IL was
growing late, the boxes Of gloves were now
taken from the window, and the appren-
tees were putting all away. Ralph stopped
and looked at the sign, then at the letter
which was not little crumpled and trav-
el-stained-and again at the sign. Yes, it
must be the house, the sign of the Leg and
Star, in Cheapside.
At the door of the shop stood tall and
portly man, between so and 80 years of
age, with large red cheeks and double
chin. He was dressed in plain broadcloth
and tye wig, but he wore rufies and neck
cloth of fine white linen laced, rs became
a Substantial citizen. Ralph knew it could
be none othor than Mr.. Hetherington,
wherefore he took OF his hat and bowed
low.
'what is thy business, young MANI"
asked the master glover.
s'Sir, bear letter from your honor's
daughter, now staying at Warkworth, in
Northumberland"
any daughterl Then, prithee boy, who
are your" :.
"My name is Ralph Embleton, and"
'grhou art the son. then, of my old
friend, Jack Embleton? Come in, lad,
come in" He seized the boy by the arm
and dragged him into the house and across
the shop to the sitting room at the back.
s'Wife! wifep' he cried. 'Here is o mes