Middletown transcript., 1891-07-09

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disappointed hopes. The Registrar
general doesn't give a return of these
cases in any list that / am aware of
But we see something of them in oul
| line Of business, nevertheless.
1t was just at this time that Mr.
Broadman found out Mrs. Vincent ;
for that was the name of the young
lady who came to my shop with the
gold seal. Cambridge Terrace is moi
very far from the Angel at. Islington.
and there, in little back street OF
small, respectable houses, inhabited
by junior clerks, with here and there
lodging house, in one of which Mr.
and Mrs. Vincent lived. tiS
They we're rather shy at first of .
stranger, and little proud and
naughty, perhaps. People who have
seen better days, and are down upon
their luck, are apt to be SO. But the
parson, with his pleasant ways and
CHEEKY voice, soon made it all right
and in a jiffy, he ard Mr.. Vincent
were talking about college, for they
had been to the same university. And
there was soon even a smile too-a
wan smile enough-upon the poor in
valid's sharp-cut, thin, with the. hol-
low, far-away eyes, which looked al
you as if out of cavern. He was
the wreck of a fine young fellow, too;
of one who had been used to his hunt
ing and shooting, and all the fine
country sports which make broad
shouldered, strong-limbed country
people, the envy of US poor, thin, pale
townsfolk. bll
Mr. Broadman came direct to me
when he left them. I did not live
far off and be thought that might
lend a neighbor's help. Davis, :
said he," that poor fellow is dying
can see death in his eyes. "
"What is he dying Off" l replied.
He looked at me steadfastly Q
moment, and I could see a moisture
in his eye, as he said, slowly and
solemnly: :" OF starvation, Davis
of actual want of food"
A gentleman starving in London
in Islington, a baronet's son, too
Why it's Incredible"
Not at ALL" said Mr.. Broadman
these are the very people who dc
die of starvation in London, and in
all great cities. Not the poor, who
know where the workhouse is, and
who can get at the relieving officer il
the worst comes to the worst; but the
well born, who have fallen into
desperate poverty, and who carry
their pride with them, and dive into
back alley, like some wild animal
into hole, to die alone. Mr.. Vim
cent wants wine and jeElies and all
sorts of good things if help hasn
come too late. No, no, my FRIEND
he continued, putting back my hand
for l was ready to give my money in 9
proper cause. No, no /; | have left
them all they want at present, Davis
But I'll tell you what you can do,
you can, if you like to play the good
Samaritan, go and see them, and
cheer them up a bit. Mrs. Vincent
hasn t forgotten your kindness to her,
1 can assure you, And'I thinb her
husband would like to you too, and il
would rouse him up bit, perhaps
And then Mr.. Broadman told me
shortly, something of what these two
poor things had gone through she
loving and trusting him SO and he,
half mad that he had brought her tc
this pass, and could do nothing for
her.
Mr.. Broadman wrote that very day
to the baronet; proud, hard man
I'm told. But the letter he wrote
back was soft enough, and melting tc
read; it was SO full of human nature,
you see-the fathers heart swelling
up at the thought of getting back his
son and bursting through the thick
crust of pride which had prevented
him from making the first advances
And the parson says to me: Well
Mr.. Davis" he said, there are many
people kept asunder only for want Of
somebody to go between them, you
see, and make peace"
And I said, partly to myself
Why shouldn't Christianity itself b.
such a general peacemaker as that p
"Ay," replied Mr.. Broadman, ''il
people only believed in it properly :
That very day we got the baronet''
letter, I was on my way, in the after
noon, to Cambridge Terrace, to pay
my respects to Mrs. Vincent = and
had sent in lew bottles of good old
port wine from my own wine merchan,
at least as good as can be got fol
money or love. Well, when I goi
near the door, / saw an old gentle
man walking up and down, a little
disturbed apparently, in his mind a
finding himself in such queer local.
ity, and is if looking for something Of
somebody. A short, rosy-faced person
he was, clean shayen as pin, an6
very neat and oid-fashioned in hi
dress !; and with that sort of air abou
him which marks an English country
gentleman wherever he may be. Well
we soon got into talk, for I'd spotted
the baronet in a moment, and he was
anxious to find out something about
his son, as soon as he heard that
knew little of the young people.
"And you do not think, sir, thai
my-that Mr.. Vincent is dangerously
ill =. said the old baronet; and there
was a sob in his voice as he spoke
and his hand trembled as he laid il
upon mine.
!" Here is the house, sir" / said
and you will be able to judge fol
yourself"
We went in. At least the baronet
went into the room, trembling in
every limb with the excitement Of
seeing his son. But when he set eyes
on him, the poor old man was SC
startled, that he could scarcely speak
HE con CO M him and triad m rico