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the history of her young unhappy life. I was touched to the quick, and felt as Ithough I would have given my life most cheerfully to save her from the tender scales of that cruel city. But 1 war nnlleu. triendleu; I could not help her. could only comfort her. I m myself between hat and the wind. tied: my neckerohlel over her head, and holding her close to me and all the words of umpathy and 1111de which such an lint beside her, putting my arms around her, and she nestled against my shoulder, lnd we were friends directly. She was an afleouonate little creature, and as grateful to; my company as I was for I left her and crossed the bridge, but the wan face, so thin. so very young. seemed constantly bzfore my eyes. and I returned and spoke to her. g "What are you doang there?" I asked. She answered my question by asking anotheh“Who are you?" "An outcast, like yourself," I said. She stood up. and coming close to me. looked fearlessly in my face. "I see." she laid; "you’re lodging on the wrong side of the door. Have you got a bit of bread silent you r" 7 I shook my head. The girl, with a. shiver and a sigh, turned away and sat down again in her corner. “Well,” she said, "blood's warm. ohummy; come and sit aside 0' me." . I wandered through the mud and rain as far as London Bridge, Then, being wet and cold. I turned into one of the reces- ses, and was about to take possession of a, corner when, reaching out my hand, I felt it pushed away, and a girl’s voice said, “What do you want? Find a place of your own." I turned away, but as I left the recess looked back, and saw a. young girl sit- ting up against the wall of the bridge looking at me. She was thinly clad, bare- }leaded, and without shawl. The rain was alling steadily. and the east wind was chilly enough for March. It was no won- der. then. that the girl shivered and hud- dled herself msther in her dismal corner. She nodded, and put the pipe back in her mouth. “Good,” she said, “good boy. Now you're talkin’,” and turned her at- teption gnother way. He was a. quiet little fellow, and I was glad of his oompany. We shared our oop- pers while they lasted, and when they were spent. we foraeed for food by day end slept in the streets by night. Some- times we got a box to carry. or a horse to hold, and earned a few pence by that. But bread was dear, and times were hard. And we could barely keep body and soul together. I loould get. no work. Trade we: slack, many men were out of employment, and my ignorance of the city, as well as my provincial dialect, were against me. I sold my spare shirt, than my waistcoat; then I sold my new boots and bought some old ones, netting a. shilling on the exchange, but at the and of a week we were at the end of our tether. and starvw tion stared us in the» face Then, very earnééfiifghe" Efitinued, leaning closer to me; "Be advised now. Be told. I know these places; and I’ve had sons of me own. Don’t. go, don’t go. D’ye hear?” . Ears. Leaning her wet hair against my punt. and holding my right hand ding- mgly in her cold, damp fingers, she told Eye. in the plginuve Eustalgondon jpne, I said I was. She sat smoking for a few minutes, then took her pipe from her lips, and stroking her chin with her great brown-hand, said, very much to my surprise, “You mustn't; no. you mustn’t. You’re only a boy, and not, used to no kind 0’ wickedness, I can see. Don’t you go, boy; don’t you go.” "I have no other place to sleep,” I said. She shook her head. “Sleep in the streets; boy, sleep on the bridges; any- where but there. It’s the worst work- house in all London. No, you mustn't go.’ “But you are going,” I hinted. The woman laughed. “Oh, me," she said. "It’s good enough for me. But you are diflerent. Ah. don’t be stubborn. Take an old woman’s advice. It’s a. cruel place. Don't go, don’t go.” ’ "I’m notl a child." I said. She laughed again, not pleasantly, and answered. "You know nothin’, nothin’. I know it all. Been through it all.”‘ I rose up weurfly from the pavement. "Inwill take you; advice," I said. It was a. Friday night, wet and dismal. and after many fruitless efforts to earn the rice of a, crust, we stole into a court. off rury Lane, and wont to sleep in a doorway which afl’orded some shelter from the rain. ‘ When I awoke in the morning I found myself alone. Harry had gone, and had pinned to my coat his note of farewell, written on a bit. of the margin of a new:- puper. The note said simply: It was useless to look for him. He mil'ht be miles away by this. I walked- down to the dock gates and tried for a. jobfibut there was a omwd, and the men shoul- dered me out. of their way, each one try- ing to get first. and I was too miserable to fight. Why should I? What did it matter? I left the docks and wandered about the streets till nightfall, when I made my way to the polioe-othce to ask for a ticket for the casual ward at Clerk- enwell Workhouse; for it was raining. and the mud was cold, and I was Wearied out. There was a strange mob of vagrant: camping round the entrance to the police- omoe waiting for the doors to open. sat down on the pavement close to a. mid- dle-aged woman in a rugged frock and a dirty red shawl. She was a. swarthy wo- man, her skin tanned by long exposure to the weather. She were no bonnet, and was smoking a. short black pipe. I watched her' for some time, and thought what a; bold, hard, wicked face she had, and at length, more from curiosity to hear her speak than from any desire for information. I ventured to ask her a. ques- tion about the tickets. Good-bye; I’m 011'. Thank you for being so good to me. Look to yourself. I will Â¥y the road. Keep up your spirits.â€" ours, She turned upon me with a scowl. which gradually melted away, as she looked at. me. and at last said, not unkindly. "What do you want. to know for. boy? You‘re not gging A110 _Glerkenw311. are youf"_’ Harry. P.S.â€"It yxm can’t hold out, try the soldiers. THE WHITE LADY ; {may do not oonuin phonnoefln, mum)“. morphine. opium or my other dangerous drug. 25c. I box :1 your Druggist’s. 123 "ATIONAL DI“. £ CHEMICAL CO. 0' CANADA. “INTI. Sick hedgehogâ€"mourugk: Wetâ€"fitting, blinding headachesâ€"an unis}: when you take Naâ€"nru-Co Headache: “Mar; CHAPTER VLâ€"(Cont’d) OR, WHAT THE THRUSH SAID. uncouth fellow as I could command, and so she fell asleep. and slept 'for hours in the wind and rain, while I not watching her and wondering how in wealthy Lon- “? such L inn might be. or! cut y in the morning the market carts began to rumble over the bridge. The child-woman awoke, and looked at me with a. smile. And then, thinking of my sister. who had been a, mother to meâ€"God bless her -â€"-I went down to the Tower Gates and en- listed for a soldier. And so poor Carrie got. a. splendid shil- ling. But the expression of her eyes haunted me, and my heart aohed at the recollec- tion. It was a strange look. and had in it something more than sadness. I know now what I only dimly imagined then, that in the gloomy world of poverty there are so many soul's starved to death for lack of love as bodies for lack ofr food. n “We must go, she said: "early risin' sn' late breakfasts is the rule' in this hote .” She got up shivering. and tried to straighten her hair with her fingers. "Where are you going?” I asked. "With you. if you like," she said; "nei- ther of us has nothin’; and we might as well share.” “You’re not going to give mo the slip?” Ihe said. “No.” “I’m nothing to nobody..1 ain't,” she said, her eyes filling with tears; “but. you won't. leave a poor girl all alone, will you, chummy?" I said I would come back if I was alive. She gave me her hand then, and I bent down and kissed her. I had never kissed a woman before. And, bidding her cheer up, I set oi! across the bridge. When I had gone a. hundred yards or so I heard a whistle, and looking back saw the little creature standing on the seat of the bridge waving my neckerchief as a signal 0! farewells I had not the heart to tell poor Carrie what I had done, or that. I was going away from her for good. I gave her the shilling, and saying I had some work to do. and would meet her in the evoning, bade her good-bye. She stood at the end of the bridge, a. little way out of the crowd. with the shilling clasped inlher hand. and her eyes fixed upon me with a. strangely wistful look, as she echoed my “good-bye” and then the great human river swailowed her up and I saw her no more. I shook my head. "No," said I, “not that. Let me see if I can get. a. few oop- perg {qr you." Proper habits of eating, with a Naâ€"Dru-Co Dys- pepsia Tablet after each meal, restore good diges- tion, health and happiness. A box of Naâ€"Dru-Co Dys- pepsia Tablets 00m bu‘ CHAPTER VII. In a 015: of three million (Hui-Man- that poor girl was union! for on. mu. morn) of human gym); . ’ Two deye after I and five other 131.000! of nolal arm-wood were locket} up m a eettle-ven on the South-Weak" nailvmy and bundled on to Devonporfi to join the fiouth Munster Regiment. We touched berreoke about six in the owning. and were taken before the ear- g’eent-mejor, who eyed us disperasilzly. asked which prison we had escaped (tom. and told the orderly «3 "March 'em 150 the tramp-ward and lend 'm a, long ecrubbeg and some land till they olane themselves. The receiving-room. or tramp ward, as the sergeant-major called it. we: very dull, and I soon became so melancholy that I eould not beer to remain alone. I therelore walked out into the lines, and hearing' loud shouts of laughter and a noisy babel of talk proceeding from I square brick house of one Morey. I ap- pgoached and found it we} tlne eqnmn._ I said I was no fighting man, upon which Dennis shrugged his shoulders eon- temptuously. and saying, “Thin plaze God yez needs be a good runner," turned and shouted to a. tall young fellow at the other end of the room. "Micky, Micky, ye divil, come here‘avick, and make the weL come to this ’cruity." r r The young soldier. with a. broad, good- humored smile on his face, came over to me and held out his hand. “God save you. ’cruity,” he said, “and the divil make yez welcome." _ . ring!" he cried, and before I knew what was going on I found mysel! sitting on Buster's knee, while the young Irishman sat opposite to me on the knee of Dennis smiling pleasantly, as if the whole thing was a Joke. As, indeed it was to the South Munster men. I went in. About a hundred soldiers, all dressed in shell jackets and the hideous Kilmernoeh cops, were lounging on forms round a big, low-roofed room. Host of them were smoking short clay pipes, end all of them‘ were drinking beer out of pewter pots. The noise was deafening. Some were singing, some talking. or rather shouting: one was playing on a. tin whistle, and in the centre of the crowd, where a ring had been cleared, two men. stripped to the waist. were fencing with single-sticks. They were both his and powerful men, and well matched. They fought.,with a kind of savage good humor, living and taking very severe hits without winning, and all the while keeping up a great stamping and laughing, mixed with vol- leys of the most horrible impreoations. One of them had a great out across the nose, and another just at the parting of his hair, from which the blood wnjs trick- ling. His opponent’s right arm was .red and swollen. and across his face were two broad purple weals edged with crimson, which, added to the fact that he had only 0116 en. and that his teeth were large and prominent, gave him a. very terrible ap- pearanee. “Blood and’Opns,” or, to give him his correct name. Dennis Onasidy, drank first. “What’s yéx‘e numa. ’oruity?” he asked. I said, "William Homer.” “Bedad, thin," said he, “we’ll jist chris~ ten yez the Pilgrim for yere distinguished air 0’ misery. Have yez brought yere hands wid ye?" ‘ “I don’t know what you mean." I said. "Mane,_is it?” said Dennis, “I mane the use av thim. an’ it’s mighty green ye: are. But this is an Oir‘ h ridgiment, and ye_’ll jig}. Lave to foiglit ‘or' turn tailor.” I went back to the oouuter and paid for half a gallon of bear, which was hand- ed round amongst the dozen men who had followed me. I shook hands with ‘nim, and the next instant received a sharp box on the ear. Dennis at once elbowed his way into the centre of the mom. "A ring, bone a I had no wish to fight, but I could not escape. I stood up sulkily and defended myself without. striking back for some minutes, but a. couple of nasty blows in the face and the jeers of the onlookers at my supposed cowardice roused my anger. and I made a sudden rush, hit out vic- iously, and sent my opponent down with a heavy blow on the‘temple. He was evidently a favorite with the crowd, who cheered him continually, call- ing to him by his sickname of “Blood an’ Ouns," to “pale the hoide at! him," and to “make him smell timber.” But once, when the other man got in a. sharp cut on the ear, there arose a cry of “Well hit, Busther. sure he’s no guard at all.” To which “Blood an’ Onns” replied, with many oaths, “Thrue for yez, Banshee. dar- lin’. but wait. till I’m either puttin’ a. new mouth an the roof av him, an’ it’s the daoent batin I’ll give yez,” and at that instant “Buster” received a terrific cut on the nose, and in the return broke his stick across his opponent’s skull. This ended the bout. and the two com- batants, laughing, swearing and wiping the blood from their faces, made their way be the counter and called for half a gallon of porter. which was served in a. tin can, from which they dram}: in gurus. â€"'_‘-Hou'1d on there. ’oruity,” said he; “yez belanga to us now, and‘ll be afthor de- aoririn' to pay yererfootin’ out o’ yere bqunty. ayiclg.” _ . I mu u‘au, uvm wuuzu uuc: uuu-n .u on...” As for me, I had seen enough, and was making my way to the door, when a. hand was laid upon my shoulder. I turned and saw "Blood and Guns” standing before 1515:1316 my surprise fihen he jumped bull. "What flu Farmer Can Do With Cancun." can be made with duct money. When culverts are washed out, and the road rendered impauable, he not only suffers inconvenience but may also be caused financial loss by inability to get necessary supplies in time for spring plant- ing. 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"Wall hit, 'oruity, give us you mth.” and tie otter men. applludod. and brushing up the rims, came crowding round no with may” mustatnlatiqy. _ __ H Â¥ But whep‘PrEfused t6 drink with €th they were; fairly astonia ed, and I 10". Bustqr and_ Dennisuqtgxn‘ jug ‘withv one; mouths, and young Micky 1003mm: ch in]: an expression which said plainly that he was deceived in me. After thi I went no more to the eun- teen, but set in my own earner of an ev- ening and moped dismally. 1n the day- time I was kept well employed at drill. The drill was almost incessant, and the drill instructors for the most part were brutal bullies. I hear that the army in much altered since my time. I Im glad of it; there was abundant room for im- provement. "Yo’ll do, boy, ye'll do," said Donnil: "ll yo'll only look more pleasant "’11 be a joolnund make it a. rule mm for a oopndg to joiglgt w}d ye§.'f A The worst 0! all the instructors was an English corporal named Bates. I conceiv- ed an intense hatred for this fellow at first sight, and he returned it. I could do nothing right for him.’ and as he gener- ally drilled my squad. he managed to make my life more miserable than ever. Yet I was so melancholy and took such small heed of what passed around me that I never rebelled against his tyranny nor resented his insults, until one afternoon when, having exhausted all his stock of profanity, he suddenly rushed up to me and said: Here I had a. straight run with a. clear front, and behind me, at. a. distance of about fifty yards, the lance-corporal and men of my squad. For a time my pur- suers kept well together and maintained a good speed; but after going about half a mile I looked back and saw that only two of them were likely to give me any trouble. These were two brothers named Daly. They were about the same dis- tance behind me, and were coming on at. a. steady. swinging pace like practised runners. ' “You blackhead! If your sister had no more sense than yelpâ€"W There was a lance-corporal named En- nis acting as assistama instructor, and this man, seeing his superior attacked. called out to the men of the squad to seize me. But. my blood was up. I tripped one man, knocked another down, and ran across the parade and through the side gate into the road, with a. dozen recruits at my heels. It was a steep road, and at the head of it stood a sentry. As I approached he came to the charge, and called upon me to halt. I made a sudden turn, vault-ed the wall into a. field, and got into the high-road, Iefidiug towards Salmph. I decided to try, first of all, to make the pace too hot for them, and failing that, to pump them out as much as I could, and then turn suddenly and attack them. Ao- eordingly I put on a. spurt for a, bun- He never finished the sentence. 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Bovril Tea“ hot or coldâ€"can be mum! at any tlmd with crackers, and as I. last thing a1 night to induce sound bleep. hot Bowl] is unequalled. ' At the bottom of the hill was I. littl hamlet, with an inn on the right-ban side of the mad, and before this inn a group of countrymen sat on benehe drinking. As I came up at racing spee they rose, and one of them ran into the middle of the way to stop me. I made as if I would pass him on the left: but as he reached out his arm I doubled the other way, and catchin him of! his bal- ance, pushed him into 1: e dust. Hie oom- panions burst into a hoarse laugh, and he got up and shook the dirt 0!! his clothes, but made no attempt to follow me. And I ran on without looking back for a good quarter of an hour. When 1 dideok back the Dalys were nearly half 3. mil. behind, but still comw ing on at the same raxte.‘ Ahead of me‘ the road ran nearly straight, but M the cotmges and 'gardens were getting more numerous along its edges. I concluded- I must be nearing a, village. I therefore turned off along a. narrower road which branched to the left, and went on at my best pace for a good mile. SIMPLIFY The road dipped at this point. runnlnd through a thick wood. where the My were singing and whore I could see t wild flowers gleaming amongst. the tree a: I passed them. Again I quickened m pace. and again I looked round, and saw. the brothers coming on steadily, shouldeg to shoulder. If I could only put lan enough betwixt us I might slip them 3761;.l dred yards, and then looked round again They had not respondcd. I bud sniper] upon them. but they wore still runugml with the same steady, business-11k. undo. They meant staying. I was still running at my top speed, and had a nasty stitch coming in my side, when there sudenly appeared from a by. way a. butcher-boy driving rapidly in a light cart drawn by a. strong mare. I dropped into a walk at once, and as the cart came up with me called mm the boy to stop. He reinedf up, and aske me sharply what I wanted. YOUR OOOKI‘NOi (To be continued.)