The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-05-22

| question. To detray the various newt
able expenses connected with the re-
moyal, and one or two necessary OUTLAWS,
they sold some of their furniture and
few other things besides.
Marjory's jewelry had all gone long
ago.
One day, in walking westward along
/ Fleet-st., Carol met an old fellow-cierk,
by name Archie Lyle.
"Halloo, Carroll" Lyle exclaimed, grasp
! ing the formers hand heartily and turn
ing to walk alongside. How are you?
Haven't seen you for month OF Sundays.
| Why, you look down in the mouth, old
man! What's up, ell ?"
Nothing particular" replied the other
! coldly enough, Except that j have been
out Of a situation since 1 left Dornton q
Cox. Inspecting public buildings, when
/ you have a wife and child to keep on moth
ing, is not a particularly exhilarating or
lively occupation" he continued bitterly.
'By Jove. now said the other in serious
i tones. He was good-natured. easy-going
fellow, who had rarely known the want OF
a fve-pound note, and who. as a rule, had
/ only to sit still and let things come to him.
'I'm awfully sorry, old fellow" he
went on awkwardly. "You know I'll
never forget the lift you gave me two
years ago. Pm awfully sorry" he con-
tinued, with less tact than good nature;
| upon my soul, don't know when | was
so hard up as / am this month. Until l
| get my next
"Confound you! What are you talking
about?" interrupted Carol, haughtily.
! ''Do you take me TOR beggar?"
! LYLE murmured some confused apology.
Il don't want your money" Carol went
on in brusque tones. "Can you tell me OF
anything can get to do-anything? l
am not proud, with short laugh.
The other cogitated, then shook his
head.
"By the way." he said suddenly, when
! they had crossed several streets in COM
parative silence, "you are good draughts-
| man. are YOU not? You have a good idea
| of plans and that?"
al ought to have" returned Carol
dryly, Seeing l have been q clerk in an
architects Office for the last three years"
"Ah, yes, to be sure. Well, know de-
signs are wanted for a new hospital some
where near Manchester. The premium is
el00. Now"
'For Gods sake, tell me-" interrupted
the other, eagerly and hoarsely, ''do you
think have any chance?'
"Well said Lyle, Il was going to have
| a try Nv father has an idea l ought to
/ distinguish myself in that line, but m an
awful duffer on plans-always was. So if
| you care to go in for tits goodish pre-
mium-it might be worth your while.
And, by the way, Carroll don't sign your
| own name; for believe old Linton, your
wife's uncle, is to be one OF the judges.
! He is still no end down on YOU; and-it
might make difference. See Sign it
! oh, anything you like, and send it under
| cover to me. You can trust me not to
father it, )" he added laughing. 'Tll send
| you all the particulars tomorrow, and let
| you know when the things decided"
LYLE, l cannot thank you sufficiently"
| said Carol unsteadily, though L fear
| there Is very little chance for me-
"Pooh !" replied the other in airy tones,
| you've as good chance as any OF the
rest"
"How soon must it go in ?" asked Carol
| feverishly.
"Ah, let's see-I think in fortnight
but I'll let you know"
They were in the Strand by this time,
| and Lyle stopped at the nearest restaur-
ant, for it was past o'clock.
Carol declined his companions invita-
ton to accompany him, and with grasp
of the hand the two men parted. Jim
| turned down a side street, and thence
| through the Embankment gardens to the
river He did not feel very hopeful, for
when the body is weak the spirit is apt to
| be weak, too; and big, stalwart-looking
fellow as he was, Carol had but little
/ stamina; and the past months of ceaseless
anxiety-and, lately, OF almost starvation
| had told on him terribly. He walked
slowly along the Embankment, and across
| Westminster bridge, and so home.
Mariory met him with her usual CHEEKY
smile; but he fancied her sweet face was
| paler and more worn-looking than ever /;
| and the babys eyes-unnaturally large
and bright-seemed to follow him re-
| proachfully. His wife clapped her little
| hands ioyfully when he told o. Lyle's pro-
| posal; and she was so merry and hopeful
all the evening that Jim felt his spirits
rise She prepared nice little supper for
him, too; and Jim did not notice-for a
( wonderland one or two OF their cher
ished books had disappeared. Baby was
very good tonight, she did not cry at all /;
and the evening was the most cheerful
they had passed for some time.
| In the evening of the following day
came the promised letter from Lyle, and
as soon as it was light next morning Car
rol began his task. He worked hard and
patiently, but he suffered terribly from
nervous headaches; he took even less food
than usual, and the baby's constant mo-
notonous wall made him sometimes feel
half crazy.
At last the drawing was finished. Car
rol signed it "ISola,' care OF A. Lyle,
ESQ" las his friend had suggested.l Mar
iory thought it beautiful, and had no
doubt of its being successful. But Carol
was not so sanguine. However, he sent
it off at once, and Marjory already began
TO calculate how long time must elapse
before its fate would be decided.
1t was weary waiting, though, and to
Jim-aye, and to Marjory, too-the once
dreaded pawn-shop became sadly familiar.
Meanwhile their baby was slowly but
surely fading away from them.
One afternoon Carol returned some
what earlier than usual from the city,
whittier he had been in answer to some
Turing will-o -the-wisp advertisement. 1t
was a dull, wet day, and as he turned up
the narrow street which led to his home
his heart sank with curious, underlined
dread. They had been up with the baby
all night, but she had seemed brighter
when Jim left in the morning.
Marjory met him, as she always did, at
the door. At q glance his fears were
qHickened.
what is it - he said, hastily. THE
child-is she worse2"
"Jim," she answered, looking up at him,
with dry, grief-stricken eyes-"Ji m-baby
is dead ~
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