The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-07-02

But neither Miss Eikins nor Mr..
Berlin knew what Miss Minister was
! perfectly well aware of-that the
grease spot WAS caused by the care
less handing down OF the oil can Of
the carpenter who was loosening
a hinge on the counter door.
Ii you're going to discharge any
OF the women IN my department,
said Miss Minister to Mr.. YardIey,
the acting member of the firm of
YardIey & Yardley, it had better be
Miss EIkins. She amt worth her
salt
Eh? said Mr.. Yardley, who was
not without perceptive powers OF his
own, and who had been rather favor
ably impressei with the blue eyed
novice in the white goods depart
| ments
cannot quite agree with Miss
| Minister, said calm voice behind the
acid ton9ued Superintendent. So far
as my judgment goes, Miss EIkins
is an excellent clerk, and is con.
stantly improving in all respects.
And Miss Minister looked around
with a startled air.
Contrary to her expectations,
Eda was retained, and by means of
the machinery Of gossiping tongues,
that belongs to every such establish
nci t, she soon learned through |
whose beneGcent agency it Was.
He had been 50 kind to me! she |
thought. Oh, wish-I wish
could do something for him! But
that never could be possible.
Eda was just beginning to be
reckoned among Mcssrs. Yardiey & |
YardleY's first class saleswomen,
when one day letter arriving at
Mrs. Timson's humble door ior her.
A distant cousin on the Canada
frontiers was dead, and there was no |
heir save herself for fine farm, well |
wooded and watered, and containing |
picturesque old house, said to be
close on century old.
You'd better sell it, said old Mr.. !
Scratchall, the lawyer. It's worth !
five or six thousand dollars at least,
and maybe more.
Eda scarcely knew what to do.
If Mr.. Berlin had been in town she
would certainly have written back
to New York to ask his counsel.
But he was travelling for the firm, |
NO one quite knew where
I'll go home and think it over,
said Eda.
She had scarcely been absent a
fortnight, but when she returned
there had been changes. Old Mr..
Yardicy had retired from business.
The firm was Tollard & YardIcy
now. Miss Minister had set up an
emporium" OF her own, ard Julia
keslcy had long story to tell her
of how Mr.. Berlin was in Cadwal-
lader Hospital, from the result OF a
railroad accident on his return rom
his last business trip,
Hopelessly crippled, sail Julia,
with the ghoulish relish whereby
some people dwell on the detail of
frightful accidents. And quite with
out means, ihey say, for he's always
been supporting an old uncle, or
some such relation. Folks are say
ing the Yardleys ought 70 pension
him off; but they amt legally re-
sponslble, and one seems willing to
do anything. l guess likely he'll
have to go on charity for the rest Of
MS Gays, poor leLOW.
Oh-ciarity! gasped Eda. MIR.
Berlin! Oh, that would be dread
full
The May sun was shining, yellow
and vivid on the white washed walls
Of the great, barelookiug hospital
ward where Walter Berlin lay,trying
to realize the force Of the blow that
had come upon him.
Not thirty yet, and his life career
over! Surely, surely ii must be
impossible!
4 letter for Mr.. Berlin, said the
head nurse, cheerfully, entering with
the mail tray.
lis a mistake, said Berlin, dreariiy.
There's no one to write to me, since
my old uncle is dead
That's SO? Well, here's your
name on the outside-WaIter Berlin,
Esq. So. if it amt for you, who is
it Tor! chuckled the head nurse.
Slowly and languidly the invalid
opened the letter; but, as he read
its contents, his eyes frightened, his
breath came quick and fast.
1t must be from old Josiah Yard
ley, said he. He always said he
owed me more than any money
compensation could repay; but l
thought he had forgotten all about
my saving his life that day OF the
gas explosion in the basement of the
store. And he is i'll Japan-and l
can't write to thank hin, because he
has left no address. A farmland |
have always SO longed for county
life. Oh, it seems as # existence
were b ginning again for me! |
never dreamed that Josiah YardIey
had so kind a heart!
After that dav, Walter Berlin
improved rapidly. There was no
lOD.Cr any question Of relaDSe