Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1894-04-16

oee1f seen grouping his way along one of the principal residence streets.
 The wind blew from the nor'nor'- west, and whistled low, melancholy strain that sounded not unlike the husky voice of distant tug boat But no matter
 {, Ever and anon, or oftener the pedes. trian, as he came into the glare of lighted lamp, drew his coat close about him and hurried on.
 4 dog on the left-hand side of the street howled like defeated alder manic candidate.
 The murkiness of the shadows seemed to cling to everything with the persist eney with which cockleburrs attach themselves to cows tail.
 But one solitary star was shining. It was on polieeman's coat, hanging in the glare of an electric light at the pc lice station.
 He did not see it. Still he hastened on, and presently he stood in softly Illuminated parlor in the presence of a beautiful woman.
 This always happens in a story of this kind.
 ssTo-merrow-" he began, when she interrupted him, and, with a be- seeching glance, begged him to say no more. But he was desperate.
 He had been smoking a cigarette.
 Taking a calendar from his pocket, he scanned it closely, and continued: ''Yes, it is true; alas, too true! To morrow will be Saturday, and my room rent will be due at 9:SO in the morning. If do not receive a check from mamma by the early mail l must henceforth sleep in the dreary, desolate park or else resort to ignominious labor. I am too much of 8 man to ask favors of the world
 Great pearl-like tears stood in his beautiful eyes or rolled down his peachy cheeks, and with gentle, percolating splash, buried themselves in the ele- gaAt Brussels carpet
 Then it was that the bud of true love that had been hiding in her noble heart burst into full bloom, and in less time than it would take for stutter- ing man to tell it, she brushed away the gathering clouds and hope's glad sunshine once there enveloped them in it's mystical glory.
 sNever, George Hethering ton!' she exclaimed, while l am spared my strength, shall you want for moneyl"
 Saying that, she left the room for a moment, returning presently with a pasteboard shoe-box, the bottom of which was more than covered with nice, red pennies, among the lesser coins were several five-cen5 pieces.
 "Here, said she, placing the box in his hands, 'stake this and meet your ex- asperating and mercenary landlady with the proud spirit of man who feels that he has the whole world at his back"
 There were tears of gratitude in his soft mezzo-soprano voice as he said: "Oh, you cannot, you do not mean it? This is very touching. How can you spare so much?"
 An she replied, Hove will make any sacrifice Then presently she added; Ut is not my money, anyway, but belongs to my little brother who is treasurer of mission Sunday school Take it, my darling, and may Heaven bless you!o
 Yes hissed he, in q deep stage whisper, but what if----'' ''W-e-ell, she responded, in tragic roll of her voice, If it comes to the worst and we arc discovered, why, my father who is at work every day for 8 meager stipend will fix matters all right"
 A bright pink smile settled dowr over the features of him who never vii settle up as he said:
 Now, l have learned the real wortI of a noble girls love And the parlor clock ticked on, tick, tock,
 And the gaslight fliekered low, For men must work and wrnen must weep,
 John Anderson, my Jo
 Nixon Waterman, in Chicago Journal