Evening journal., 1905-04-19

both won Cor him. And, upon me honor
as a gentleman, II was the lucklest
thing that ever happened to me, for she
became q brawler and a scold. My
mother says there is no the like O. her
IN Scotland"
shall never forget how fondly Mar
garet Hull patted The brown cheek Of
Trumbull with her delicate white hand
as we rose.
1--WE all have our love stawries," said
McClingan.
"Mine Is better than yours" she an
swered, "but Il shall never be told"
Except one little p0rt Of it." said
Trumbul as he put his hands upon her
shoulders and looked down into her
face. 1T is the only thing that has
made my life worth living"
Then she made us to know many odd
things about her work for the children
Of misfortune. inviting us TO come and
see 1t for ourselves. We were 10 go the
next evening.
I finished my work at 0 that night
and then we walked through noisome
streets and alleys-New York was then
far from being so clean a city as now
20 the big mission house. AS we came
ia at the door we saw group Of wom-
en- kneellng before the altar at the far
end OF the room and heard the voice Of
Margaret Hull praying-a voice so
sweet and tender that we bowed our
heads at once and listened while It
Quickened the life la u.s. She pleaded for
the poor creatures about her. TO whom
Christ gave always the most abundant
pity. seeing they We're more sinned
against than SHINING. There was not
word Of cant In her petition. II was
full OF a simple. unconscious eloquence,
higher feeling than / dare try to de-
fine. And when II was over she had
won their love and confidence so that
they chung to her hands and kissed
them and wet them with their tears.
She came and spoke 10 Us presently In
the same sweet manner that had
charmed MS the night before. There
was no change Ia it, We offered TO
walk home with her, but she said
! Trumbul was coming at 10.
$50 that Is The Little Mother Of
whom have heard SO often" said Me-
Clingan as we came away.
"What DO you think OF her?' I in
quired.
wonderful womanw he said. 81
never heard such voice. II gives me
visions Every other ia as the cracking
of thorns under pot"
came back to the Office and went
into Mr. Greeley's room 10 bid him
goodby He stood by the gas jet in a
/ fine new suit of clothes reading a pa,
per, while boy was blacking one OF
his boots. l sat down, awaiting a more
favorable moment A very young man
/ had come into the room and stood tim
idly holding his hat.
81 wish TO see Mr.. Greeley he said.
"There he is," l answered Go and
speak TO him"
"Mr Greeley" said he, Il have called
to see IL you can take me on the Trib-
une."
The printer continued reading as If
he were the only man in the room.
The young man looked at him and
then at me with an expression that
moved me to fellow feeling. lie was
a country boy, more green and timid
even than had been.
"He did no. hear you. Try again."
said.
'Mr Greelsy," said he louder than
before. 81 have called to see IL you
can take ME on the Tribune
The editors eyes glanced OF at the
boy and returned to their reading.
mo, boy. / can't" he drawled, shift
ing his eyes TO another article.
And the boy. who was called to the
service Of the paper in time. but moi
until after his pen had made him IA,
nous, went away with a look Of bitter
disappointment
IN his attire Mr. Greeley wore al
ways the best material. that soon took
on friendless and detected look The
famous white overcoat had been
bought for 50 OF man who had come
10y chance TO the office Of the New
Yorker years before and who consid
cred its purchase a great favor That
was time when the price of a coat
was thing of no little importance "a
The printer Tonight there was about
him great glow, such as comes OF
fine tailoring and new linen.
He was SO preoccupied with his pa
per that went out into the big room
and sat down, awaiting a better time.
"The printers going to Washlngtor
to talk with the president" said al
editor.
Il Just then Mr.. Greeley went running
hurriedly up the spiral stair on his way
70 the type room. Three or four com
positors had gone up ahead of him. II,
had risen out Of sight when we heard {
= tremendous uproar above stairs.
ran up, two steps at a time, while the
high voice of Mr. Greeley came pour
ing down upon me like a food. II had
/ q wild, feering tone. He stood neal
the landing, swinging his arms ant
swearing like boy just learning how
I'm the middle of the once immaculat,
shirt bosom was a big yellow splash
l Something had fallen on him and spat
+ tered as Il struck. We stood well ou
1 Of range. looking at 1t, undeniably th'
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