Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1894-03-02

leerS ana SnrlehS, Dul SuOheu OH NltH
his eyes fixed upon the one strip of
sunset sky visible above the grimy
roofs
Jeanie pushed her way in.
"What's the matter?'
"Yah h-Dutchy INT e blooming
SOFT Give a boy shilling to go and
fetch m something to cat, and is wit
ing ere for m! INT e a style Won
der 'ow long he'll wite:'
"Who is he?.
A blooming Dutcby. e carnt
speak no English, e carnt as to mike
signs-and nobody ere carnt speak
nothink else. Int e softy,"
The girl paused, and looked al the
man; there was something in his pa
tient attitude that aroused her pity.
Some softer remembrance 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 tinge of his wholesome
face smote upon her with pang of
recollection of the honest Scottish
faces she had left with contempt for
their content, 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 answered her we're quite
unintelligible; ne smiled, shrugged
his shoulders, spread his hands, and
looked at her with that calm trustful-
uess 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
half pound Of sausages for him, and
"a roll for herself she would make that
90; he was q stranger, alone and
friendless.
She put tho things in his hand,
pointing down the street as if to indi-
cate that she had brought the things
from the boy. He seemed to under
stand, 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 a dry
roll the next morning made her a lit
tie regretful of her charity the night
before. "He must shift for himself as
have had to do she thought, and
she went out to her days work.
When she returned in the evening
she found him standing outside his
door. He bowed and smiled, opened
his door, and showed his various pur-
chases on his table. He bad 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 bonnie
hills that she would never see again
Friends were dead, and to a tailoress
at twelve shillings week it was in
deed a far cry to Loch Awe.
Something was on her table, little
sketch Of sweep of wide hills, with
fir forests clinging to their sides, lit
tie cluster of houses with wide over
hanging roofs, and shutters to the win
dows. A figure was standing in tie
doorway Of one of the houses.
"That is his house" said Jeanie TO
herself. "What a funny thing to do,
to give me a picture of It'll l wish l
could send him back one of Loch Awe,
and our house up on the braes. -
The next day was Sunday; she