The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-22
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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I have a good general knowledge Of what is required. slr!
 At thls expression of proficiency. John Hicks smiled and his work-girls snick- cred: while Mir Edwards began to feel that there were some things unknown even to the ail-knowng newspaper man.
 Mother, what do you say?' asked John Hicks with q strange pantomne which included several mods In the di- rection of the gorged book-shelves.
 Mother did not know just what to say. but thought that the young man might possibly do nicely after time.
 Well. think We shall have to take you on, Mir. Edwards. Still, this Is the beginning of the busy season. and l cant devote much time 10 you. But my daughter will help you out!" con- cluded John Hicks encouragingly.
 The young man was visibly embar- assed at this information, but he val iantly repressed 1t as he was shown his place; while the vestmaker. for the WdIlI UT sbIIltlHiHB i'i thN HN" conner to do, prepared two long strips or cloth with a piece of wiggan between, which were pasted together and punch ed full of button holes, upon which the apprentice was presently set to work. The girls continued to slyly wink and giggle among themselves, and John Hicks himself seemed to consider the whole affair as quite a joke; for as ne occasionally peeped over his spectacles 1t the new apprentice and saw hun struggling manfully in his great labor until the precipitation flooded his face and trickled into his eyes and down his nose and chin, he would graVely shake his head at mother, nod at the novice and chuckle quietly to himself; until mother in turn, would, nod toward the books, as if to hopefully say: Perhaps good for something, John" when the vestmaker would nod a smiling approval and cheerlly resume his work.
 Soon a merry little woman's voice was heard on the stairs singing:
 Then you-h'll rem hem-ber m'he!' And if Ned Watson, alias MT. Edwards had ever had cause to remember Milly Hicks, it was made a hundred times more vivid at this moment, this su- preme moment to him, when she burst into the room with the days marketing upon her arm, bringing in every feat ure and motion the freshness and glory of the morning; and then, if not before, his whole nature revolted at the arti- flee.
 "Then you-h'll-"
 Introduce you, Mildred" interrupted the vestmaker "to MT. Edwards, who will serve his time with us. MT Ed wards, my daughter Mildred; 'Milly,' we call her."
 1t all flashed over her just as fully and distinctly as though she had wit messed every act and expedien't prepar- atory to his being there; and she felt hurt, insulted, indignant. It showed in her face and eyes, too. But she saw the man that had perhaps saved her life; the man that she knew loved her; the man who was .bemeaning and abasing himself in the eyes of his friends and society to remove her fla thers prejudices and win her on her own ground; and, as he turned his flushed face toward her, mutely plead ing against betrayal, she merely said, Good morning, MT: Edwards" and he stammered out something in response as she quickly passed into another room.
 But the bird of the little court sang never another song that day.
 It would take long time to tell how, under Milly's instruction, the vestmak- CTS apprentice worked as he had nev- CT worked before; how, woman-like, having him in! her power, she inflicted upon him countless little asperities, for which her father gently chided her, but which were in turn recompensed by kindly suggestions and pleasant finger ings over side-pockets, felling in lin- ings, making the backs, basting and stitching on braids, shaping, pressing and sponging, and other divisions of the work.
 How at first he dined at some cheap restaurant near but soon joined the family meals, gradually not only be- coming workman, but guest and a friend; how, very soon, the evenings were passed among the happy piece workers, and happy evenings they were; and how as August, the golden month, welded September it's dreamy bride and touch of life's rigors was given in the early October days, John Hicks heart went out to his apprentice as a friend to a friend, as fathers to a son, and realizing that another love was ripen- ing in the little rooms he would nod gravely to mother (she had seen how it was going long, long beforeD who would look up with a strange smile of acquiesence which held a touch of sad ness; for Milly was the only child that had ever wakened a mothers mex pressible tenderness in her true moth- CTS breast.
 And so it came about that one Octo- Der Sabbath evening, when the "chil- dren," as they had come to call them, were away at church. John Hicks took mothers hand, and, after holding it a little time said sadly but still lovingly:
 'I think, mother, we will have to lose our Milly soon."
 And mother, looking out among the stars above the little court, only an- swered:
 "Yes, John. fear we will"
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 Ned and Milly had returned to the house. and, unconscious of everything oround then had heen enpa ped in tha