The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1896-02-22
CHAPTER XII.
PAINTING BY THE wAysrpE.

Inc weeks ucW fdHlui} Dy.
The merchants of the city presented
Nellie Harland with purse Of Ave
hundred dollars George was on fair
way TO recovery Alice had secured n
position in store, where her 1.-THE step
and laughing eyes bore testimony to a
contcnted spirit that rejoices in a fair
days wage for fair days work, and
even Joe Henderson was hoping TO re-
deem the future, and all but Frank
Grey were happy.
Times were not prosperous with him.
Spring succeeded winter, yet he had Sc
cured no permanent employment, while
the fees me had received for desultory
contributions to the journals and mag
azines had been SO small that he was
obliged to draw on his little capital till
the end OF his resources was unpleas-
antly close at hand.
Literature" sncered the eccentric
Bailey in his forcible style, when one
day Frank met him in his rambles, sis
tolerable cane, but an internally I'M
reliable crutch.
Now necessity has no laws.
The world did not want his services,
save In one way, and that the most OBJ
noxious to him. He must once more turn
schoolmaster, the only profession in the
states which seems always TO offer a
chance OF employment TO tho inpecu-
nious, who stay in it, in nine cases out
of ten, just MS short time as necessity
compels them TO do SO.
His new field Of labor--for he soon
found position-was village hun
dred miles from the city amid the rich,
rolling prairies of Illinois.
He had been down 10 the place TO in
terview successfully the school author
tiles, and was returning to Chicago to
spend the las. few days of freedom be-
fore taking possession Of his new in
cumbency.
The railroad car eas crowded He
found himself seated beside an oldish
man, dressed in shabby suit of black
Ia man who looked as though he had
seen better days. His features, strong
~ marked, were ashy pale, and his lips
occasionally twitched convulsively.
"Are you sick, sir?" Grey asked.
lie was startled by the short. nerv-
GUS reply: sect me ont Of the train,
or shall die!"
Grey al once alarmed the conductor.
who vainly sought physician among
the passengers, while the growing pal
lor in the sufferers face threatened a
serious end TO the adventure.
ave stop at Princeton next. II some
one would only see him to the hotel he
may have chance" the conductor sug-
gested.
Grey at once volunteered his services.
IF you choose TO stop and take care
OF your sick friend" the proprietress OF
the hotel declared. "he may remain;
but our hotels no hospital, nor amt
no nurse"
Common humanity demanded that
Grey should see the sufferer at any rate
through the night, though he thought
ruefully of the additional expense he
was encountering. for he felt assured
that the old fellow would have to be
his debtor for all outlay.
Collie the doctor called it--that com
mon pcstilence OF the western states
but sharp remedies prevailed, and
towards morning the patient dozed into
a slight. grateful slumber.
~ am better" he gasped on walking
''Of course you are" Grey responded
checrfully 'You1l be on your legs
again in no time"
"But, you will not leave me YETI"
"Why, yes, must be going soon"
Don't 90 Stay n little"
'sWcll, we'll see. Now don't worry
yourself about trifics. I'm not very
flush myself. but | can find enough TO
SEQ you through this little trouble. I'll
settle the bill here before / 60"
This seemed TO pacify the sick man,
for he grew rapidly better, and before
noon was talking as gliblyas though he
had never been sick, astounding Grey
with his tcrse remarks. Nay, the young
fellow, 60 his own Amusement, found
himself chatfcring over his own advcn-
lures In Chicago, partly with view OF
divertlng his listener and partly be-
cause he was glad TO get congenial
spirit 70 talk TO.
In fact. the old gentleman picked up
80 immensely that II was decided that
Frank should continue his Journey on
the midnight mail. leaving the man he
had played the Samaritan 20 10 follow
at his leisure.
81 have some little influence In Buff
falo. where l live. Give me your adj
dress: who knows what may turn up?'
Grey. with an amused smile, wrote
the number of his street In his friends
pocketbook a. desired, little dreaming