Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-09-26

much. very much" He was holding Stanfield's
hand while he thus spoke, but on a sudden he
dropped it and fumbled in side pocket of his
coat which was cut like the evening 'swallow-
tail coat Of the present. Soon he produced .
wallet and drew from it card, which he
handed Stanfield. There" And then he
stared fxedly at his prsservef for an instant
finally giving helpless little shrug Of the
shoulders and disclosing Q shattered pair Of
sIectacles which he had thus far kept in his
dropped left hand. II can't see anybody very
well without these" he pursued. "But I'll be
able to look at you better II you'll call upon me-
Come tomorrow at II o'clock in the morning,
will you! I'm q little shaken mp, you know,
though amt hurt" He said this with sort
Of generally challenging grin to the crowd-an
expression which his nephew no sooner saw
than he greatly disliked. And then he was
helped away by some one who knew him we'll
enough to oner him an arm, though he had no
actual friends in New York, throughout whose
limited community his wealth and his avarics
had both quite notoriously transpired.
stanneid moved away in another direction.
He began to feel little stiff in certain muscles
and realized, now that it was all over, the ire
mendous risk which he had run. The dispers-
ing sssemblage called gay words after him,
half gratulatory, half satiric. Some voices as
sured him that he was in for "a thousand dol
lars, sure" on the morrow, and others mock
ingly doubted such an amount OF guerdon,
while at the same time mixing their cynic dis
trust Of "old Van Doren" with tones Of respect
Tor his dauntless young savior.
'Just like the selfish old miser," was the last
comment that Stanfield heard. "But perhaps
this handsome young chap Is rich himself and
don't want any reward"
'Don't want any reward" thought the hero
Of the hour, as he remembered his own and
Martha's dwindling purse. What would they
say IL they knew he was my mothers brother
l wonder what he will say when he hears. And
he never even asked me my name. Well, well,
shall see tomorrow what we shall see."
When he reached home and began his story
to Martha she broke into little cries Of horror
and alarm. Before he had finished she was at
his feet. kissing his hand and gazing up with
wild wistfulness into his face.
And you're not Che least bit injured?'' she
at length exclaimed. "Oh, you noble, glorious
Alfred! But L m angry at you," she broke OF.
rising; you should never have put your life
INTO such awful peril-neverr'
nile she wept and trembled at the deed he
had done Stantield threw his arms about her
and kissed each ivory lid of her sweet gray
eyes, each dimple at the corners Of her arched
pink lips.
Think, Martha" he said, 'think what may
come OF it! There he was, my actual Uncle
Myndherst, and never dreamed Of such q
thing! Mlser or no mser. he'll be forced to
help Us now. Not that want his money. Oh,
no; 1t isn't that. But by lifting q finger he can
get me something to do. There's the joyful
providence itself seems to have been stretched
forth In our behalf-yours and minew
oh, 1t does look as though our troubles were
over, said Martha. wiping her eyes. but
then. Alfred, to think C. your doing so awfully
reckless thing! Promise me you'll never
tnink OF risking you dear life like that again
not even to get millions and millions"
-, won't, he laughed, once more kissing her.
III draw the line as regards my future deeds
Oh Valor precisely at one million"