The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1895-08-02

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~ ~ VI porcelain pip e
IN The man did no
" HkS seem in the leas'
jeers and shrieks, but smoked on with
his eyes fixed upon the one strip Of
sunset sky visible above the grimy
roofs.
Jeanie pushed her way in.
!. "What's the matter?''
s'Yah-Dutchy! Int e q blooming
soft! Give boy shilling to go and
fetch m something to eat, and is wit
ing ere for m! INT e style! Won
der 'ow long he'll vite?"
'sWho is he?.'
ga blooming Dutchy! e carnt
speak no English, e carnt-'as to mike
signs-and nobody ere carnt speak
nothink else. INT e a softy!''
The girl paused, and looked at 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 were quite
unintelligible; he smiled, shrugged
his shoulders, spread lis hands, and
looked at her with that calm trustful-
ness one sees in dogs and children.
She smiled, nodded, pointed up the
stairs, and then ran out of the house.
She returned with a loaf of bread and
a half pound OF sausages for him. and
q roll for herself: she would make that
do; he was a stranger, alone and
friendless.
She put the 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 dry
roll the next morning made her a lit
tie regretful of her charity the night
before. ssHe 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 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 faded, 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 a tailoress
at twelve shillings week it was in
deed far cry TO Loeb Awe.
Something was on her table, little
sketch of a sweep of wide hills, with
FIR forests clineing TO their sides, lit
tie cluster of houses with wide over
hanging roofs, and shutters to the win
dows. a figure was standing in the
doorway OF one of the houses.
''That is his house." s. Jcanie to
herself. "What a funny ling to do,
TO give me picture of It. 1 wish l
could send him back one of Loeb Awe,
and our house up on the braes.'
The next day was Sunday; she
usually passed the morning in bed,
tired out with her weeks work. When
she came down about the middle Of the
day she met him coming in, evidently
in his Sunday best. Could he have
been to church? Well, it was clear he
had not learned the manners of Eureka
Court yet.
She tried to express her thanks by
looks and smiles. He seemed to IN
derstand, and laughed, and then she
felt with quick touch of dismay that
he glanced III surprise at her untily
dress and towzled hair Jeanne did
not ''tidy" herself until afternoons
then in an enormous hat and feathers,
and much becurled head, she per
ambulated the adjacent streets in COM
pany with girls of her acquaintance,
not yet vicious, only ignorant, vain,
and craving for little OF that happi-
ness which seems to all girls their
birthright.
That same hair WAS in papers now
she blushed as she recalled the fact
her hands were griny, her face IN
washed. His eyes noted it.
They did not meet again during the
week, but next Sunday morning found
Jeanne with her hsir ont Of papers and