The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-08

at that moment he was thirsty, however,
and draiEed teapot and milk jug Of their
contents
His thoughts gtill ran on the unpleasant
missives be had received fpom home, aud
presently he went to the fireplace, took up
the crumpled sheets and reread them care
fully, without. however, being enabled to
extract e CLEAN of comfort from one or
other of the letters. A second reading only
brought out more clearly the unpleasant
aud plainly maize statements they coa-
tanned, and caused Sydney b. Carsland to
curse, not between his teeth now, but
openly and loudly.
That Internal cur is TO blame for all
this and not the Old mann he calculated.
But I'll be even with him some dayl"
he tore the letters into fragments and
scattered them passionately about the floor,
afterward Topping upon the chair, his teeth
chatting his underlip, his brow contracted
and his forehead wrinkled in all the fury Of
impotent rage.
What was be to dol Was this to be the
end of his follyl Was he to go under at last
as so many of his friends had been kind
enough TO predict. No He would make one
more effort before he gave up the struggle.
He would go to Thorrell Moof, even If he
had to walk all the distance. But he had
no intention OF trudging it from London to
Lancashire IL IL were possible for him to
raise the money by either hook or crook.
He considered for some moments, but
could call to mind no friends who would be
willing to lend him the necessary coins of
the realm; he had nothing to pawn; what
was he to do! Just at this point his land
lady-a pleasant-faced and respectable
looking woman of middle ege-tapped at
the door, pushed it open, and stood in the
doorway.
You got your two letters, Mr.. Cars
landln abe began, a trife awk wsrily.
II did" he replied. sulleniy aud without
turning his face toward her.
You received good news, hope, sirgn
bad Dews-infernally bad, curse it. I'm
at the end of my tether now!"
You said you thought you might be able
to let me have a little on my account to
day, Mr.. Carsand." "
80 1 did, and l meant sci" he cried,
twisting round en- his seat. "I expected
money this morning, and-well, didn't
get any. have % money-not a shilling,
and | mean e Je in Lancashire to morrow
l must go. Can't you lend me el or 80
shiilingof I'll pay you every penny owe
you. Mrs. Edwards. am a gentleman
AMI would scorn to cheat a Woodworking
woman like you"
They all say that, sir"
But you know that my father is baro-
net-Sir Nicholas Carslsnd, Of Carsland
hall, Thorrell Moor, Lancashire, an owner
$50 you said" she remarked dryly.
"Do you doubt my words If you do,
pick up those pieces OF paper and read them,
You will see then that am not a liar"
Its no business of mine, Mr.. Carsland
only want my money. Pm poor woman. ="
''Y on shall be paid. But to obtain money
shall have to go home, and Lancashire is
long way. Lend me the money II you
can"
~ have none to Lend sir, Pm sorry to
say"
Cant you borrow it from some of your
neighbours
"YOu can't trust me" he calculated, bit
terly. 'God knows that have fallen very
low indeed when you believe that would
rob you like q common sdventurer or
thief"
81 will try TO get you a pound or so"
she cried impulsively, touched by his de-
spair, and she turned to leave the room.
'Do, there's a good soul, aud you shall
never regret it, IL do not repay you with
ample interest may be-
She mad gone. and he ceased to make as
sertions, seeing he was alone. Five minutes
later Mrs. Edwards returned aud placed a
sovereign and ten shillings on the table
without word.
THANK you very much" he said ear
nestly as he pocketed the money. "And
now Pm off to Thorrell Moor, Lancashire
You will hear from me in few days. You
will find my address on those scraps OF
paper. !"