The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-10

unrfgy- lca-ufnon-rsl4ct Young woman, with
F her sleeves tucked up and her cap aWry.
black lead that should hSNe been applied
1 70 tine surface eff the CRATE applied 10 her
+ own person. She had been kneeling there
Z during tie young man conversation
! with her mistress. and when she had
I gone downstairs. and he began 10 collect
bis things together, she jumped up TO
You've forgotten that cupboard where
you Keeps yer boots an yer bowler,
she said severely. IAN there's yer writing
+ case am yer nahum, an an the pictures
OH the mautlepiece. an the spirit kettle
+ Tor htliu' tle water. j S pose yea u want
biliD water wcrCNer You CO.
She collected the things together, and
helped him 10 pack them. he couldn't
help remarkiug he was rather particular
about bis things; that she LEFT proof
/ impression Of her thumb on the cover
( Of his album.
81 think that's all. he said. looking
round the familiar room with lingering,
regretful look. tie was thinking of the
day three months ago when he had come
up to London fun of hope and expectation.
lie was going to DO such great thinks
the usual things. lie was going 10 make
a fortune and provide for the mother and
the girls down in the country. There
was no limit 10 his expectations, TO the
things he was going TO do; ana he had
done nothing; he had been a failure,
dlsapp Oinlment. He had stumbled on the
threshold as thousands OF others " no had
come up TO London full OF nigh hopes ana
stumbled before him. Some had picked
themselves up and gone on again, and
others who hadn't any pluck had ac-
knowledged themselves beaten, and given
up the fight. Paul Ferrars was very much
inclined To give up the fight after the
summary dismissal He told himself that
an the time he was picking
up his things, and the slatternly servant
girl was helping him. He had lost his
situation and his character, and he had
spent all his money, the little money the
poor mother at home had sent him.
He knew exactly how much 1t cost her to
lhe privation the sorapping and
pinching He had spent it all at
music halls; he had wasted it like the
Brodtgal in riOtous living. 1t was
of her disappointment he was thinking,
not his own as he collected his things
together; he did not know now he should
4 think that is all, he said. when he
had stuffed his clothes and books into
carpet bag, Il viii send for them when
You beant a-going home them" the
girl said, going down on her knees before
Jcrky voice. II was not at all pleasant
voice, but there was strange quality
I'm il that made him think that she was
sorry for him
The landlady came I'm while he was fas-
tening the straps of his bag, and she
brought in his bill IT'S two weeks"
she said, IAN ii ought TO be three. !
shouldn't let you off the week if / didn't
think ] could get another let Rents are
tlat nigh, an the taxes always coming TO
the door, TO say nothing of the gas, an
the water rate. and the dustman that
won take a barrel of ashes without being
paid, that lone woman can't afford to
lose chance of letting. I'll take the
Two weeks down, an say nothing about
the rest"
Paul Ferrars took out his slender purse
with his weeks wages in ii and counted
out the amount of the bill.
Il didn't know it was so much" he said
with little break in his voice, Il
HfnNs fHsrrF fa eaFslr L
burnt so much?'
"A scutle a day is all you're charged;
you couldn't burn less than a scuttle a
day" the landlady said, severely, then
seeing the girl pausing in her work to
listen, promptly sent her out of the room
TO clean the front door steps Goals is
Goals now, with the men on strike, an
the prices going up every day. I've lost
by every Scuttle I've put down In the
bill II "a got to buy EN- now 1 should have
TO give double the pricei"
He didn't attempt to reason with her
further, he paid the bin to the last penny,
and when he had paid il he had very lit
y win send for my things soon" he
sad, as ne went down the stairs, when
i get another place"
The servant girl was cleaning the door
steps as he went out, and he had 10
pause a moment with the handle Of the
door in his hand, while she got up out of
his way. He remembered as he stood
there waiting for her to get mp, the day
that he had climbed them hrst and with
what nlgn hopes ana expectations. he
was going to DO such great things; he
was going 10 conquer London. All tho
doors We're going to fly open before him,
and the obstacles were to fall aside, and
the way to fortune ana success was to
be made clear.
Now the case was reversed; the great
cruel city. with it snares and pitfalls
for the innocent and the unwary, had
conquered him, and he was going forth
homeless and penniless, covered with dis
grace and shame.
"Good-by, Sally" he said as he went
down the white door steps, leaving the
prints of his feet behind him on the
wet stones. = shall be back again soon,
when I've got place"
She was only common clearinghouse
Sally an untidy slaVey at everybody $
beck and call, but she was sorry for him.
Il dunno about that; ! amt so sure
about getting a place soon" she said to
herself as she stood looking after him
as he went down the street. 1T amt
so easy to get place as some folks
think, an he doesn't seem to be the
sort to bear saying No TO. He looks
sorter down on his luck, poor chap
As Sally ended THE sOlilOquy she went
down on her knees before the doorstep,
and when her mistress, who seldom left
her alone long, came TO call her, she saw
two ridiculous cutters on her handmade
| ems grimy cheeks, where two slow tears
| had rolled down and left their tracks
| behind them.
CHAPTER II.
Paul Ferrars really looked down on
| his luck" as he went down the street,
| with his cap drawn over his eyes and his
1 hands in his empty pockets. He had no
| overcoat, and il was a cold spring morn
! ing, and the east wind blew through him.
] He was feeling wretchedly i'll and low,
with that uncomfortable sinking feeling
/ that comes of neglecting ones breakfast,
| He had got up late and gone of in a
| hurry ana after that unexpected dismiss
! sal he hadn't much appetite for break
| fast.
He hadn't anywhere particular to so,
| when he went down the street, and he
| hadn't anything particular to do. The
| world was before him, the cold, hard,
| cruel world of London with its miles and
| miles of human dwellings, and not one
open door in all Of them to give him a
| welcome.
lie walked up and down the streets all
| day, and when he got tired of walking he
| went into the park and sat down.
1t did not seem much use trying for a
| situation if he had got no character, and
| his head was throbbing and burning 50
| that he could not think of anything. He
/ could only wander about in q dazed. be
| wildered fashion. with a blank wonder at
| himself for being SO helpless and with
| a miserable, abiect dreac and shame OF
going home. He had been such mothers
boy all his life, the youngest of large
| household. and he had never before gone
far from his mothers apron strings. Her
| love had wrapped him round all his life
il had shielded him from every breath
I of care or trouble 1t had made everything