The Delta independent., 1896-11-25
Ito be Continued ia our m~rt issme.)
.No, it wouldn't do any good,- she

y
are so few of them in this world! Per-
haps l had better go to William Long
worth himself; he is not suspicious of
me-
And as she said this she threw a
quick glance at Wentworth, and the
unfortunate young mans face at once
told her that she had hit the mark.
She bent her brow over the table and
laughed with such evident enjoyment
that Wentworth, in spite of his help
less anger, smiled grimly.
Jennie raised her head, but the sight
of his perplcxed countenance was too
much for her, and it was some time be-
fore her merriment allowed her to
speak. At last she said:
"Wouldn't you like to take me by the
shoulders and put me out of the room.
Mr.. Wentworth"
I'D like to take you by the shoulders
ard shake you"
"Ah! that would be taking liberty,
and could not be permitted. We must
eavcpunishment to the law, you know,
although l do think a man should be
allowed to turn an Objectionable visit
or into the street"
Miss Brewster" cried the young
man, earnestly, leaning over the table
toward her, "why don't you abandon
your horrible inquisitorial profession
and put your undoubted talents to
some other use?" 4
"What, for instance?' !
.'Oh-anything."
Jennie rested her fair cheek against
her open palm again and looked ut the
d:ngy window. There WIS a long ST.
lcnce between them. Wentworth was
absorbed in watching ner clear-cut pro-
file and her white throat. his breath
auickening as he feasted his eyes on
Lcr beauty.
81 have always got angry" she said,
1T last, in a low voice, with the quiver
of suppressed sigh in it. ''when other
people have said that to mc-I wonder
why it is l merely feel hurt and sad
when you say it: 1t is SO easy to say,
'oh-anything'-so casy-so easy. You
are n man. with the strength and de-
termination of man, yet you have
met with disappointmcnts ard ohsta-
cles that have required all your cour-
age to overcome. Every man has, and
with most men it is fight until the
lead is gray and the BRAN weary with
the ceaseless struggle. The world is
utterly mercilcss; it win tramp!e you
down reIcntlessly if il can. and II your
vigilance reIaXcs for q moment it VIII
steal your crust and leave you to Gtarve.
When l think OF this incessant, sullen
contest, with no quarter given or taken.
1 shuddcr and pray that l may die be-
fore am at the mercy of the pitiies5
world. When / came TO London / saw
for the first time in my life that hope
less melancholy promenade of the
sandwich men, human wrecknge drift
ing along the edge of the street, MS
ii they had been cast up there by the
rushing tide sweeping past them.
They-they seemed to me like tot
tcring procession of the dend-and on
their backs was the announcement Of
a play that was making all London
roar with laughter-the awful comedy
and tragedy of it! Well, simply
couldn't stand it! / had to run up
side street and cry like the little fool
/ was, right in broad daylight"
Jennie paused and tried to laugh, but
the effort ended in sound suspiciously
like n sob, and she dashed her hand.
with quick impatience, across her
eyes, from which Wentworth had never
taken his own, watching them dim as
the light from the window proved too
strong for them, and finally fill as she
ceased to speak. Searching Intellectual
Iy about her dress for handkerchief,
which lay on the table beside her para
sol, unnoticed by either, Jennie went
on, with some difficulty:
..WelI. these Door. forIorn creatures
were once men-men who had gone
down. and If the world is so hard on
n man. with all his strength and re-
so,Icefulpess. tbink-think what il is
for a woman to be thrown into this
jnbuman human turmoil-a woman
without friends without money