Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-05
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

, ship Of an heiress), ''the state OF
nervous anxiety in which this puts
me-"
| why don't you ask her and have
it done with? She seems to me to be
fond of your society"
| "Ah, it is not that only! There are
wheels within wheels" And then he
walked once or twice up and down
the room, during which Mark thought
that he might as well go to bed.
| mot that 1 mind telling you every
| thing" said Sowerby. II am infer
nally hard up for a little ready money
| just at the present moment. 1t may
| be-and indeed think it will be-the
case that 1 shall be ruined in this
matter for the want of it"
Gould not Harold Smith give 1t to
you?" -,
"Ha, ha. ha! You don't know Harold
Smith. Did you ever hear of his lend
| ing a man a shilling in his life!
I"s Look you here, Mark! i
| would do more for your little finger
| than for his whole hand, including the
pen which he holds in 1t. 1t Is deuced
| hard, isn't it? I must give up the
| whole game if l can't put my hand
| upon 400 pounds within the next two
days"
Mark sat silent and wishing that he
| was in his own bedroom. He had an
| idea that Mr.. Sowerby wished him to
produce this 400 pounds, and he knew
also that he had not 400 pounds In the
world. and that If he had he would De
acting very foolishly to give 1t to Mr..
Sowerby. But, nevertheless, he felt
half fascinated by the man and half
afraid of him.
After some more conversation, In
which Sowerby leads up to his game,
| the tale is continued by Trollope as
| follows)
Now, I'll tell you what, Mark. If
you'll assist me at this strait I'll never
| forget 1t. And the time will come
around when 1 may be able to do
something for you"
'T have not got a hundred-no, not
| fifty-pounds by me in the world"
"Of course, you've not. Men don't
walk about the streets with 400 pounds
| in their pockets"
What is it you want, then?"
| "Why, your name, to be sure. Allow
me to draw on you at three months.
Long before that time shall be flush
enough"
And then, before Mark could an
! swer, he had a bill stamp and pen and
| ink out on the table before him and
was filling in the bill as though his
friend had already given his consent.
Upon my word, Sowerby, l had
rather not do that"
"Why? What are you afraid Off"
Mr.. Sowerby asked this very sharply.
| did you ever hear of my having neg
lected to take up a bill when it fell
| due?F
| Robarts thought that he had heard
of such thing, but in his confusion
he was not exactly sure, and so said
nothing.
mo, my boy. have not come to
that Look here, just you write
| Accepted. Mark Robarts,' across that,
and then you shall never hear Of the
transaction again, and you will have
| obligated me forever"
LAS clergyman, it would be wrong
| Of me-" said Robarts.
| LAS a clergyman! Come, Mark. If
| you don't like to do as much as that
for a friend, say SO. But don't let us
have that sort of humbug. Come, old
fellow, you won't throw me over when
am so hard pushed?"
| Mark Robarts took the pen and
signed the bill. 1t was the first time
| in his life that he had ever done such
an act. Sowerby then shook him cor
daily by the hand, and he walked off
Ito his own bedroom a wretched mans