Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 130 of 235
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ae "BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR See 49 Li Pe EO ea every three months I go ant to carry the sng Bold I have gathered, and to place it where it will not only be safe but draw an interest that adds to it ee all the time. And once every three months I tread pi 3 streets where temptation glitters on every sideof __*me; yet I turn from it all with loathing, and hurry — back*to my ‘solitude, where my only company is a» a : memory, ever present, ever dear, of her. Se ~ . “To-morrow I shall go again, and the deposit I ee ao carry now will make my all—full three hundred - thousand dollars. I should be satisfied, but what = else can I do till Iam recalled? Work keeps down -sad thoughts; work keeps hope alive; work gives mé life and strength to wait.”’ He drew up to a rough table made of slabs hewed out by himself, took writing materials from a shelf overhead, and for a long time wrote steadily. peer He was explaining all his life to her—all his life. in those dreary hills, and praying that she would bid ey him come back to her with a renewed and nobler a - life, chastened by toil and thought, made pure by 4 _ temperance in its n.ost severe demands. : At last his letter was finished,: folded, enveloped, : and then he drew from his finger a massive ring _ with a sapphire in the set. Deeply engraved in the ‘a stone was the ee ae hearts pierced. with an te : arrow. ee : Dropping os “a wax, which he had lightedat the = candle, on his letter, he impressed the seal,andit = = __—-was ready for its far away journey. a Now—long after midnight—he threw himself — An down on his blankets to sleep. is er ECOMiICcbooks.com |