The Forrest City times., 1894-03-02
JEANiE'S LOVE LETTERS.
Her Romance Was Certainly a
 Peculiar One.

Jeanie Campbell came back from the tailor's shop where she worked and found company of boys and girls con- gregated round the doorstep of the tall tenement house in which she rented one small, back room. They were hooting and jeering at a man seated in his shirt sleeves on the doorstep placidly smoking huge German DOT celain pipe. The man did not seem in the least disturbed by their jeers and shrieks, but smoked on with his eyes fixed upon the only strip of sunset sky visible above the grimy roofs
 Jeanie pushed her way in.
 ''What's the matter?''
 ''Yah-Dutchyl Int e blooming soft. Give boy snillin to go and fetch i'm something to eat, and is witing ere for 'ml Int e a style Wonder low long he'll wite!'
 "Who is hep"
 "A blooming Dutchy! e carnt speak no English e carnt-'as to make signs and nobody ere can speak nothink else. Int e softy!''
 The girl paused and looked at the man. There was something in his patient attitude that aroused her pity. Some softer remem brance of the days before she came to this great, wicked London came over her. The mans eyes, so blue, clear and bright, and the healthy uinge of his wholesome face, smote upon her with a pang of recol- lection of the honest Scottish faces she had left with contempt for their con- tent, when she had started forth to see life in London.
 She went up to the man and signed to him to follow her indoors. She tried to make him understand that he had been robbed. The soft, gentle tones that ans wered her were quite unintel- ligible; he smiled. shrugged his shoul- ders, spread his hands and looked at her with that calm trustfulness one sees in dogs and children.
 She smiled, nodded. pointed up the stairs and then ran out of the house She returned with loaf of bread and a half pound of sausages for him and a roll for herself; she would make that do; he was stranger, alone and friend less.
 She put the things in his hand. point ing down the street as If to indicate that she had brought the things from the boy. He seemed to understand, took her hand and raised it to his lips; the action was so simple, so grateful, that she felt ashamed and ran up the stairs to her own room.
 Her comfortless breakfast of dry roll the next morning made her lit tie regretful of her charity the night before. '.He must shift for himself as I have to do," she thought, and she went out to her days work.
 When she returned in the evening she found him standing outside the door. He bowed and smiled, opened his door and showed his various pur- chases on his table. He had evidently found his way round to shops
 She went up the stairs, feeling the least little bit disappointed that he did not require her help any more. He seemed different from the jaded, vul- gar men and women she came in con- tact with in her city life. The air of the fields seemed to cling to him still She thought as she toiled up the weary stairs how sweet the country must be looking now. Was the sun shining on the hills at home and making the waters of the loch sparkle-the bonnie hills that she would never see again? Friends were dead, and to tailoress at twelve shillings a week it was indeed far cry to Loch Awe
 Something was on her table, little sketch of a sweep of wide hills. with fir forests clinging to their sides. lit tie cluster of houses with wide over hanging roofs. and shutters in the win dows. A figure was standing in the doorway of one of the houses
 This is his house." said Jeanie to herself. What a funny thing to do. to