The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-01

"No," Breil answered. L can do both.
There are spells through the day when
can work at the boolSs--I1l do the rest
nights. tell you, Charley, I've got to
save money some way. If you won't let
me have this, I'll have to get something
else. I'm in hard place, Charley" and
Bren bent over the ledger, and Traveller
thought he did not see 1t very plainly
Just then--"I'm In a hard place, and If
| you'll let me have this you'll help me
more than you know"
well, well; have it your own way,
Bren," Traveller answered, you can try
it If you like"
So Bren went to work. He made up
bed in a storage loft and gave up his
lodging Week In and out he did his
double work, day after day, night after
night. He ate the plainest fare He wore
his clothes till they were threadbare and
| thoroughly shabby. and patched them
| with his own hands. Only he laid by one
/ suit against day he hoped for. He was
hardly out of the building day or night;
he got up early and tramped out half a
mile to keep up his health; then he was
hard at work till 1t was high time and he
was glad enough to get to bed And, in
grim way, he was happy again. The
pain about Kate was bitter enough, and
ever present But he was on tho way
back to the straight track. It was happi-
ness to look before and think of being
clear to 40 ahead once more. And ths
satisfaction was none the less keen that
the way was hard and long; he felt he
was doing manly, honest work Trav-
eler saw it was doing him good, and let
him alone He did not 90 near Kate; he
could not. He did not dare tell her the
| truth. He said that he had no right to
1 60 and let her think he was worthy Of an
! honest girls regard, when he knew he
was not. Or, at least, not vet; when he
was out of this, he trusted he would be
then. He feared what might happen
i meanwhile, feared that more than any
thing now. He PRAYED God she might not
change
The summer heats came on Bren grew
thin and white, but he kept his health
| yet. But Traveller grew afraid. He came
| In one August day, hot and tired, and out
| of sorts. Something had fretted him
| Bred was ploddine away at his books.
having an interval Of few minutes be.
tween sales. His pale face fred Traveller.
Course it, Brenf' he broke out. 'sHow
| long are you going to keep up this In.
| formal gTind2 say it's got to stop.
| won't have it in my place, swear |
| won't"
Bren looked up with whittier face.
''Let me be, Charley" he answered.
! doggedly. 'sIm all right, / tell you If
| you let me alone. I'll be done with this
| two weeks from Saturday night"
| And Traveller turned away and found
I fault with everything, stormed at the
men, slammed things right and left; and
finally came back and pulled Bren
| roughly off his stool, ordered him out of
| the place, and not to show his face
again that day. Bren knew better than
excite his friends stormy temper; he
went off and caught boat bound up the
river; landed and lay down under an oak
on the river bank, and slept on the grass
all the hot afternoon, like tired child.
Traveller sat down at the desk when Bren
was gone, and worked away till he had I
| the>books square to date. never speaking
q word the whole afternoon. and no one
daring to speak to him. Then he got up
! and closed the ledger and went home to
tea, whistling Listen to the Mocking
Bird"
Those last weeks of that summer were
hot and dry. Bren got little sleep nights:
the ked brick walls never cooled. night
| or day. Ones ordinary round became a
burden; Bren's double stint grew day by
day a load heavier and harder TO carry.
| Toward the last he staggered under it
GOOD deal But he bore m stoutIv. Often
he would have to lie back and shut his
eyes, for blindness and dizziness that
! came swarming into his eyes ard brain.
But he would shake his head clear, like
half drowned diver, and 60 at il again.
| game as q terrier. It was not over wise
Of Bren; but he never could bear to wait.
There was kind of grim ioy in the very
ardor of the fight. He felt that the end
was worth it all, worth anything, IL he
could hold out. And he felt that the
satisfaction of victory would be keen in
proportion to the pluck and patience
spent But those hot weeks told upon
Aim. dav by day. and steadily pulled him
down. If ii had not been for SUNDAYS /
do not believe he woujd have nuiled
| throuoh am afraid o,,r vornr friand
was vulas nat over rernlar that simmer IN his
attendance ,,no,5 nhJ,c yvorsbin
We'll the loneest season comes soon
enough to an end. The end of Aurusf
was now within two DAYS and nights Il
was Saturday evening, the Goth. Bren
was writing weakly at his desk his facs
and hands thin and tired Looking enough.
Traveller came in and sat down nv him.
there was no one else in the nlace r.
waited a little while. then be cpt IN tool