The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-22

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 confident that she would find better and
 more able protectors than he was able to
 be any longer.
 A younger man, introducing himself as
 Mr. E. w. B. Childers, said: By your leave, I believe 1t was you who wanted to see Jupe." MT. E. w. B. Childers had a close-shaven face, thin and sallow,
 which was shaded by a quantity of dark
 hair brushed up into a roll over his fore head and parted in the middle. His legs were very robust, but shorter than legs
 of good proportions ought to be. His
 chest and back were as much too broad
 as his legs were much too short. He was dressed in Newmarket coat and a tght-fitting pair of trousers, wore a
 shawl around his neck, smelled of lamp oil, straw, orange peel, horses proven
 der and sawdust. He was on the bills, justly celebrated for his daring vaulting act as the Wild Huntsman of the North American prairies.
 MT. Childers addressed himself to MT.
 Gradgrind, but MT. Bounderby answered with we are,, and we have been kept waiting. You see, my friend, we are the sort of people who know the value Of time, and you are the sort of people who
 no not know the value of time." 1T have
 not" said the Wild Huntsman of the North American Prairies, surveying MT. Bounderby from head to foot, "the honor
 of knowing you. But if you mean that you can make more money out of your time than I can out of mine, I should judge, by your appearance. that you are about right" After that all the members of the company-and they all assembled now to soothe and console Sissy-ad- dressed their remarks entirely to MT. Gradgrind, and whenever MT. Bounderby
 attempted to take part in the converse ton he was properly snubbed.
 MT. Sleary. addressing Mir. Gradgrind asked: "Is it your intention to do any thing for this poor girl, squire?" "On the contrary, said MT. Gradgrind, who. in Espite of his mathematics. was, touched by the forlorn grief of Sissy and by the way fin which the women of the company tried to comfort her, T came to tell her father that she could no longer remain in the school. Still, if this girl has really
 been deserted by her father, without con
 nivance on her part-why. why, Founder
 by word with you" He took Mir. Boun-
 derby aside and the two seemed to have
 a pretty stiff argument. They heard MT.
 Bounderby say: "No, no-I advise
 strongly against it. I say by no means
 "Still," they heard MT. Gradgrind mutter,
 "as an example to Louisa of what the
 pursuit which has been the object of
 her vulgar curiosity leads to-think of
 that Bounderby'
 So MT. Gradgrind proposed to take Sis
 sy to his home and to provide for her
 and to educate her. But Bounderby had
 to have his say again, and began: Now,
 good people, all this is a wanton waste
 of time. Let the girl understand the fact.
 Let her take 1t from me, if you like,
 who has been run away from myself.
 Here, you, what's your name! Your fa-
 ther has absconded, run away, and you
 must never expect to see him again as
 long as you live" | These absurd people, so far from being
 impressed by this plain statement of
 facts were aroused to such an extent that the women cried out "Brute.' and
 the men "Shamev' while Sleary said in
 confidential tone, which lost nothing of