The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-10-04
MORNING SUNDAY OCTOBER T. 189lTWELvE PAGES


every other respect l am just the man l
was
But this was not tr ue. The sunken ewes,
the hollow cheeks, the pitful air with
which the poor fellow trie1 to carry off his
talie ats betrayed him.
If you would only try me, sir, for a
wesk," he went on, my Children"
be stopped short. Ga that subject he
could not have gone on without some delI-
olstfation which his remaining self-respect
forbade. There was scarcely another nsa
IN the room " ho had not Jump in his
throat when Cliff I'd stopped. o d Pogson
alone, and his obsequ!ous attendant, Page,
seemed unmoved except 10 further indiSna-
ton. Page, who was laden with rugs and
small lug gage frowned ct Clifford and held
out his hand warnlngly. The senior part
ner gave a sarcastic grunt.
''Childl en- p said he People have no
business TO bring children into the world
when they haven't q safe income to keep
them on. II you choose to saddle yourself
with such responsb ilites it is your look out,
not mine" With an 1nstant's pause for
breath to give greater emphasis to his coz
| GLIDING words ne went en-: Understand,
don't want deaf clerk. No; and Mr.
Link doesn't want deaf clerk. So it will
not be of the least uss for you to come
sueaking up here tomorrow, thinking that
when the old mans gone the coast will be
| NACott All L 70 IrAL CApAtClb Atlobl GCNlOIlS
upon this point, which viii bs carried out if
Pm in Jamaica. Jamaica, do you hearm
YES, r." said Clifford.
The old man had not finished his harangue
But the young one had heard enough. a
new lnfrmity seemed to have come upon
him. he turned, and stumbled against the
table on his way to the door. Without an
other word, either of entreaty or farewell
he aSgere1 gu ckly out, and ran down the
stairs into the s rect
For once Samuel Pogson was disconnected.
be was cross grained, overbearing, tyran-
| meal old brute, who liked his own way, and
would have it. But he was not henrtless,
he was not insensible TO suffering, though
he liked to see little of it in the faces of
those whose who had crossed his will The
manner in which Clifford Semple had taken
his departure gave him an exceedingly I'M
pleasant sensation. He had meant to bully
him for another ten minutes; and then
having rendered his victim utterly abject
to have extended TO him the clemency with
otherwise his partner would get the credit
OF on the morrow. And now the hot-headed
young idiot had gone Off, leaving very I'M
comfortable impression behind.
Old Pogscn affected to ignore this, how
ever, and turned with extra sharpness to his
| attendant.
Send me cab, quick, he said. "This
young cubs insolence mas upset me-excited
me. feel quite ill.,"
Yes, sir. don't wonder, sir. I'm sur
prised Mr.. Senple after ell these years of
your kindness, didn't know better what he
was about, sir"
Samuel Pogson, under pretense Of taking
from the mans hand one of his numerous
wraps, looked sharply into his face to see
whether this was touch of unaccustomed
sarcasm. For his conscience was not clear,
But FACES conscience was. Ii was part of
his duty to 6atter his m lster aud to humor
his whiIDs; and an opinion of his own was a
luxury he never allowed himself.
II shall just have time to dine comfort
ably at the Holb0rn restaurant, or one of
those places near, and catch the 7:55 train
at the viaduct." said Pogson.
And he grunted farewell to the head
clerk, without deigning any notice of the
rest, and went downstairs.
His mind, however, grew so uneasy in the
course Of dinner that he sent for pen AMI
paper. and wrote note to his partner. In
this he began by complaining vehementy
OF the Infamous conduct Of that fellow
Semple, who had forced his way into the
Office, and bullied him, Samuel Pogsou, I'M
| til he had made him feel seriously ill., He
| went on to say that it was not his custom
| to allow even such a miserable creature as
| this Sc npe to consider himself i'll used, so
| he advised his partner to take him on, if he
could find al opening, at such salary as
his services at the present time we're worth
Old Pogson felt easier in his mind when
this letter had been posted by Page before
his very eyes, but he told his attendant
| plaintivey az the very same time that an
| other Interview with that impudeut beggar
he had tn .ea down that afternoon would be
| tho denth Of him.
| In the meantime Clifford went straight
| home, with It noise in his head like the
cla0g OF a steam hammer. No hope there.
| hnsNn fba~ no
WAS the c.y W ich rang in his brain. He
walked tie whole gay, from Llncoln's Inn
| Feds TO lIerne Hill, without slackening
! speed once, vet without knowing why be
| walked so last. But when he drew noar his
| home he would not enter. What should he
GO. Those blue, anxious eyes of his wife's,
| which had grown so large, so bright lately
| that one HOiiced nothi r else in her face
the little children, with the youthful round
ness disappearing day by day from their
| features. lie colld not see tie again with
uothin., t tell but disappointment, dospn r
| He stopped short noar the railway li1e, and
| a thong ut strGcli him which turned him into
| q savage.
Old Pogson would be passing within an
! hour over these very metals, on his way to
| to ca luxu."ols holiday b; the Mediter-
rnnean. Old p igson, who had neither wife
or child tO shGre tie money ne lavishcd
upon himself aud his comforts. Cd Poxson,
| VINO hld scan starvation IN HI face tn e dAv
and " ho ha ii him, insaItinclv =
fused ni"i, tho means Of earnirg enough to
keep ;hroUE .ouS the winter the life in his
| children, Loiies!
| BY the ii 80 th, last bitter thought had
earen to the mans mind, he was sca CO.
sane. Another IDEA l1sued into bis mind
| giving MIN a ,ort of electric shock. the
trail would stop at herne hill at eight
minutes past S
Suddenly his limbs ceased to shake. and
his LrAn seemed to clear. a fronzied
resolve, some lines vague, sometimes for q
mo Nent moro defHe1, took the place Of his
deSpairiac thoughts. He stood for q long
timo watching the gradual fall OF night over
the houses, ID then he went rapidly buck
in the direction of his home. He let himself
III without noise. Blanche was putting & 9
children to bed, he heard e querUlous little
voice asking for a biscuit and the poor
mothers quivering answer that there were
no biscuits Tonight. TDoy were all
gone"
Then be went into the lodgcr's bedroom,
and with unshaking hands searched until
he found tho revolver. He loaded it and
went out
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