The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1907-11-02
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thing of that kind, anil things were
sure to so awkward to him. He Dill
not know how to breast the tide Of
opposition in the cruel world. These
were all VITO him. But he would
learn he thought. 4.
He passed down the street, past
many Of the old places which almost
sniil goodbye to him--places around
which clustered many, tender mem.
iories. Past the little park, where
fiFses agone, he had sat for hours
With his sweetheart. telling her that
he loved her better than any one
else in all the world. She looking at
him with those big brown eyes Of
hers. often teasing him by telling hin
that she thought no was only fool
ling her. All those things rose before
him like a dream.
In the dress.suit case which he car.
,'ried, were many of the letters she
had written. and he was thinking Of
some Of the things contained in them.
He was thinking OF the coming bet
ter days.
Chicago sounded good to him. and
toward that city he bent his steps, as
he thought the greater the amount OF
work done in any one place the bet
ter the chance for work. Notwfthstand.
Ing the fact that Chicago had its pit
falls and snares to entran the wary,
he decided to attempt 1t. There were
many miles to travel to Chicago, but
Wilkinson was OF the energetic type,
and thought once In Chicago, he would
find no trouble in securing position
to his liking.
He was wrong. There seemed to be
no one needing man Of his makeup.
Just at the present time. After look.
Ing around for n couple Of days, he
decided the best thing for him to 10
would be to go to doing something else
!. for a while. even II It was not to his
Hiding, but in that way he could work,
himself into something that would be
to his liking, He searched the want
columns of the morning papers, in
fond hopes Of seeing something that
would be satisfactory to him, but he
was unrewarded.
He thought OF going back home, and
telling his mother that he was a fool,
and that he did not intend to 90 to see
that girl any more, and settle down.
! and do something. Yet that looked
like he was coward, and that there
was nothing in him. He remembered
his mothers words. "you never knew
a Wilkinson to go back on his word"
rang in his ears yet. He resolved to
do or diet did not matter much
which, he would show her that he was
made out Of something that was bet.
ter than anything that she thought he
was. He would fool her for once any
way. He was going to take the first
thing that came in his way, and trust
ito circumstances for the rest.
He 'lrifted into the stock.yarls dis
trict, and thought there might be
something there he could do and to
his entire surprise, he got job clean
out out stables at ten dollars per week.
That was better than nothing. and he
, thought he would stay with It long
enough to get some money to get out
of the city on, anyway. y5
There is quite contrast between
cleaning out stables and that Of paint.
ing portraits, but when we are out
of money there are so many things
THAT we will do in order to secure
some Of the mucli.coveted funtis-to
make us happy. He knew, at sight.
some of the wealthy packers of that
city. but he thought that knowing
them was all the good it would ever
do, but things turned out differently.
One day when Wilkinson was build.
/ ing n partition In one OF the pens, he
1 noticed. approaching him along the
top OF the fance, very large, healthy
looking man, who was looking across
several pens TO where some fine can
ners' were roaming about In one OF
the pens, bawling rs II they were in
great distress. By some mischance he
lost his footing and fell into pen
of wild southern cattle, whose horns
reminded one Of the foam on the crest
of wave. In an instant he was among
the feet OF the wild creatures, and was
in danger of being trampled to death.
Wilkinson took In the situation at q
. glance. and hurried to the mans res.