A Struggle for a Ring — page 17: what you’re looking at

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4 YOUNG WOMEN NOT ADMITTED. aS the meantime the Rev. Horace Treselan would take his place. He went to London, where he found the unfortunate dancing-master still prostrate with low fever, his sister and her children absolutely without food. His heart melted; he emptied his purse, but his pride was too great—he would not touch the burning hand that John Derwent held out to him. True, he was a cleryy- man; he was also a gentleman—and the gentleman was uppermost just then. He was sorry for his sigtér—willing to help her, «ven to~ 3 acknowledge her; he could preach most eloquently about mercy, charity, and peace. He had written a long and able Latin treatise on the subject of family ties, but he 3 could not call the dancing-master ‘‘ brother ; impossible. that was He emptied his purse; he SAREE. send fruit, wine, and meat. He announced his intention of settling a cer- tain small income on his sister, so that she should never be reduced to such absolute poverty again. Then he took his leave, leaving a burning sense of degradation and shame behind him. Perhaps his heart relented ever so little when he saw the dancing-master’s haggard eyes look wistfully after him. ae , ‘‘Good-by, sir,” said John Derwent. ‘‘I would not take your money if I were strong and well, but God has / laid me low, and I cannvt help myself. If ever I can, sir, | I will repay you ” ) The kind Doctor Wallis left the room, not quite satis- | fied with himself, but wholly unable to overcome his pride. / As he walked down the dark, -narrow stairs, a warm, soft hand clasped his. | ‘‘Uncle,” said a child’s clear voice, ‘‘do be kind to me. (E(0) m | 00! CO