The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-12-22

As the carriers cart took him away, he heard his mother calling. She stood at the garden gate alone, holding her baby up in her arms for him to see
 So he lost her. Sc he ever saw her afterwards--looking at him with the same intent face, holding up her baby in her arms; for the little mother and the little brother died before David's next term was ended.
 Very soon afterward David. taken out of school, was sent by MT. Murd- stone to a wine warehouse in London. where he had an interest There he was set to work washing bottles, to begin the world on his own account. On the evening of~the first day he was introduced to a gentleman in a brown surtout, whose extremely large bald head arose like a shining egg out of most imposing shirt collar. This was MT. Micawber, with whom he was to lodge.
 MT. Micawber's house was shabby but made all the show 1t could, like Mir. Micawber himself. MT. and Mrs. and Miss Micawber took David into the family at once, and Mrs. Mfcawber appealed to him, quite as to an equal in years and experience, for advice in the daily pecuniary difficulties amid which Mir. Micawber was involved.
 These difficulties were so dire that Mir Mica Der often came home in a flood of tears, declaring that nothing was now left but jail--a bitter state of dependency which was happily re- lieved before bedtime by a plan for putting bow-windows to the house in case anything turned up.
 At last Mrs. Micawber's daily prophecy that MT. Micawber's affairs were reaching a crisis was proved true by MT. Micawber's Imprisonment for debt in the Kings Bench prison. And Mrs. Micawber, after the first trans ports of grief. removed thither with the family, vowing that she would never, never desert MT. Micawber There. after weeping bitterly, the re- united family settled down to an agree able existence, enhanced by enthusi- asm over petition to Parliament pray ing for an alteration in the law of Imprisonment for debt, which MT Micawber began to draw up at once.
 David lodged near the prison now, for, with the exception of the Micaw- ber's. he had no friend. His days pass ed by in leaden misery, spent in the squalid, black warehouse, amid ignor- ant, brutalized creatures, laborfng like himself for starvation wage, drudg ing without hope, living without a gleam of joy. His days at home seemed but dream. He dared not think about Steerforth, dreading even to im- agine what that hero of his past would say were he to see him now.
 Then at last came day when Mfr. Mica wber's creditors released him, and he decided to leave London and exert his talents in the country. According ly, the family started for Plymouth, so- that MT. Micawber might--be on the spot in case anything turned up.
 Bereft of these poor friends. David Copperfeld decided to run away and seek out an aunt whom he had never seen and of whom he knew only that her name was Betsy Trotwood and that she lived near Dover, With a half-guinea, sent him by his old faithful nurse Peggotty, he trudged away. Robbed on the road, starving sleeping in bushes and open fields, the tiny figure toiled along dusty high ways until at last. with ragged shoes and tattered clothes he reached a neat cottage with cheerful bow windows and met Miss Betsy Trotwood stalking about in her garden.
 When he walked up to this tall, hard-featured. inflexible, handsome lady and announced that he was her nephew, she sat flat down on the gar den path in consternation, and In that remarkable posture listened to his story. Then she sent for MT. Dick, a most extraordinary old gentleman, OhAS tiOOOiC was lndI ne COulQ not keep King Charles's head out of a memorial that he had been writing for years
 What shall | do with this boy?" de- manded Mss Betsy. Come! I want some very sound advice"
 Why, if I was you" said MT. Dick, considering deeply, T shCuld-I should wash him"
 With this triumphant solution of a niff1pnIfxT nau ushered into new life--new even in name, for his aunt promptly changed his name to Trotwood Copperfeld. He went back to school again, the life for which he had longed so passionately during the dreary. endless. hopeless days in the warehouse. But 1t was a different school this time in Canter- bury. belonging to ripe old sch olar Dr. Strong. And there being no board to be had there. he was put to board In the fine old house of MT. Wickfield Betsy Trotwood's legal adviser and the manager of her property.
 Now there began a beautiful period for him. All the more beautiful for the contrast with the past. The house. hold of MT. Wickfeld, who was a wid- ower. was conducted by his daughter Agnes. a girl of David's age. Bright happy and beautiful, with a tranquil lity about her face and about her-a quiet. good, calm spirit-she came to exercise over David Copperfield an in- fiuence that made him feel that good ness, peace and truth were wherever Agnes was. He went to her with all his perpleXities and his hopes-frst about his lessons and later about his love for Miss Shepherd whom he ador- ed, and the eldest Miss Larkns, who nearly broke his heart.
 One day Agnes warned him against Steerforth whom he had found again falling under his delightful overmaster- ing spell even more helplessly and loy- ally than in the old, gone schooldays He is your bad angel Trotwood," said Agnes,
 In that moment while she spoke Steerforths radiant splendid image seemed to darken in David's mind; but then passionate sense of fidelity and love overswept the disloyal feeling. and he burst forth into a rapt defense of his hero. So traitorous did that mo- mentarS disloyalty seem that he blush ed at the mere recollection of it when he saw Steerforth again, and bent to his will and his moods unquestioninE- ly and in blind admiration.
 Even when he learned that Steer forth (idle now, as his mothers great wealth permitted him to be, and loung- ing through the world at his own rest less tickle, reckless wilD, had been much at Yarmouth and had haunted the ark. he thought no wrong of his idol
 And so David, generous and true and innocent, journeyed down one day to Yarmouth to attend Little Emilys we'd ding. Grown tall and very lovelS now she was to marry Ham. the great fel- low with the mighty form.~of a toiler of the sea and the simple heart of a