CAN'T IT BE TO-MORROW?

There will doubtless be those ready to say that such things do not

happen in real life--that rich men do not take poor men into

partnership, nor yet give up handsome young wives on their wedding morn;

but in spite of all that cynics may declare, there are men with hearts

so large still to be found in this business-like world of ours--men who

are ready to do any good to benefit another. And there are times when

people do perform very eccentric acts, in proof of which must be related

what took place in Walbrook that same evening, at a time when there was

a merry party in the drawing-room, and old Richards' face wore an

expression that it had not worn for years. There came a ring at the

door bell--a sneaking under-handed sort of ring; and on Keziah opening

the door--behold Peter Pash!

"May I come in?" he said, modestly.

"Come in? yes, man," cried Keziah, catching him by the coat, and giving

him a snatch so that he was pulled into the passage, and the door banged

behind him.

The next moment, to Peter's utter astonishment--for he was ignorant of

the morning's changes--Keziah's arms were round his neck.

"Peter dear, can't it be to-morrow?"

"What! will you have me, then?" cried the little man in ecstasies, and

the next moment there was the sound of such a kiss heard in that passage

that it rolled along, vibrating from floorcloth to ceiling, and actually

echoed; not that one would have recorded the fact, only this was such a

tremendously big kiss, and one that echoes is really worthy of mention.

_It_ could not "be to-morrow," but it happened very soon after, and Tom

Brough gave away the bride, while, talk about illuminations, Peter

Pash's house was a sight that drew together twelve small boys and an old

woman, who stayed till the last dip went out and smelt unpleasant in the

best room window; but it is not every man that can have an illumination

at his own expense and of his own manufacture.

The gout proved too much for old Richards before another twelvemonths

passed; but every one said that during the last year of his life he was

another man.

The End.

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