The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-05

round on the job you know, conunued
Cusack but co Sc I don't think IL WAS
so. Twas Chaplin as 20 q me. Who o
you spJse quittin% says Chaplin. Don't
says he. You're a liar says /. just Ike
int; Tor Why $ re quttin' IN job, says
l. before It's finished, an him with a girl
in LemonL to an "a
"Shut up, Cusack," "a d Imrie SHARPLY.
IAN right. SIR" promptly replied the
little man, very busiuess-uke as though
he was obeyiug an oder to make a line
fast o go Up on OPP II a derrick
NJ Keen emitted a chuckle that came
from away Gown in tie ave nous depths
Of his tnroas ard winked al kirby The
bookbecp grinued and ok lime wipe
the pei spiration from his brow, While I'M
re tired 20 look severe, but across his
face sped a nom, a shadow Of pain,
a. IL a sad m mo had been re ed.
one after the other most of tne old
hands interrogated the young man on the
why and the wherefore Of mis- prospective
movement, and added in crude aud inele-
CANT terms, soiemniy and with respect
or fami.iary like Kirby tor it was pay
night an expression OF their surprise and
regret, and hope that they would meet
on some Other job OF the company's
Stewart Brough, stone-setter. stumbled
around on his fiat feet getting his long
ana skinny body in the way of the file
Of men while this was going on, and fin
ally grasped Imrics hand in his own NOR
tar crusted paw. He shook II heavily and
tapped The superintendent coat with the
end of his bony finger while he said
"Weel, guild luck to We, lad, and mind
what Alive always telt We about dees-
eliminating between the guild and the bad.
Night and day the de'ls abroad on the
highway, yen mind"
And no one knows il better than you,
Stewart, for you have met MN often and
succumbed" said Imrie. with a laugh.
If he don meet him tonight, / don
know, began Cusack, with the coin in
his pocket an his bowels cryin' out 80
you can hear their sufferin' cries, for a
little drop that they have n had since
last pay, an the beautiful" He con-
tlnued on In lew mumb.e, getting no at
teution 10 his words and expecting none
and perfectly satisfied thus. "Weel, guild
bye and guild luck to We, he blurted out
at last. pumping Imries arm again.
I'm not gong for five or six days
Stewart" said Imrie.
so ye're not. Weel, guild bye II All
don't see We again. Considering that he
was liable to see the superintendent every
time he, cared to look up from his work
during the ten hours of a working day
the remark was superfuous.
Taking their cue from Stewart Brough
the rest of those who were hanging around
stepped up and shook hands with Imrie.
with a word or two or saying nothing at
all. Other employees, as they came In and
fingered for a minute, caught the gist of
The proceeding, and they all shuflied up
to the young man and added their we'll
wishes to what had already been express
ed The transient hands, not understand
ing, looked on in wonder.
This your reception day." queried the
bookkeeper.
In fact the assistant superintendent was
holding q levee in the little office and
IN quiet, good-natured way returned the
kindly and sincere good wishes of the un-
.outh but good workers. II is not
an everyday occurrence for mans pop
ularity among his workmen to be shown
so Enthusiastically, and McKeon felt proud
both of his protege and of the fact that
such sentiment was possible on a job in
his charge.
But though outwardly Imrie was pleas
ed and gratihed al the kind felicitations
there was ever running through his mind
a current of thought that tainted the
sweetness of the occasion. And what TO
a young man should have been welcome
and agreeable was all the more bitter
and ironical by its order in the success
sion Of events.
A matter of two weeks ago he had stood
at the gate of an old-fashoned village Of
lSeiIbuls anu Hdu asked tIe girl ne lONeI
TO be his wife. II was in the cleaning of
a summers evening, in the shadow of the
house, which set back but a few feet
from the picket fence, nesting In a clus-
ter of half-grown elms, was the home of
Barbara Elwell. You can see from the
top Of the cantilever couveyors on the ca
nal or from the crest of the spoil bank
It's white walls cleaning among the green
Of its surroundings There, tremblngly
but with confidence born of hope, he had
whispered the words that had lain on his
tongue for a long time.
And she had gwen him his answer He
was forewarned by a laugh, a laugh APP
parently sincere, but what there was to
afford merriment is beyond mans capacity
for guessing She was no more than a
child, and ii was the answer of a child,
and of a spoiled child. She drew away
quickly in a ieeting moment of surprise
a the unexpectedness of it, and then a
ripping laugh sounded the death knell
of his hopes He had better taken that as
final, cutting though 1t was. But he must
know the why and wherefore, and she
had given him cause 10 hope, and all that,
and was there another?
Miss Barbara Elwell was a very pretty
girl, of breezy, fresh Western brand of
prettiness, and SWANS of Lemont and OF
the neighborisg big metropolis had told
her so in terms of varying frankness. Fin
lshing school IDEAS stlll HOated through her
brain, and she looked upon worldly mat
ters from the standpoint of a l9-year-old,
noyel-reading girl. To her the good clothes
of a man were the index of his worthi-
ness, or at least much sentiment did, in
some degree, at this period in her life,
mold her opinions of the other sex.
She put it this way 10 Imrie Marry a
man VIII Sc duties req ire h m 10 ass cate
with those di cad I'll anal mem O. really.
l could not think of it. Ard then 70 r
v oTk is SO so wei DIR y. you IN W. ! e.
sides, Mr. m ie, m su 1 do not love
you" The last sentence was uttered with
a marked effort 10 bring it out in tone
that world carry convict n wi h t.
Crushed and sore in hear, he unsuc-
cessful suitor left Ter and wend d his way
to his lonesou and cf eer e room in The
no el there to make himself more miser-
able with bitter thoughts.
But do not al ow 20 eff to become pre-
JUDGED agai ST her, for she Is the e one
of this story, and is a brave little girl
So lmrie was furnished with one wo-
mans view OF lis calling, and s. en-, macy
minutes in he following days in wonder
ing W ether he had ben wrong in / king
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