The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1889-04-19

'.}%c.i, vs.. do r.tn ;nbcr it, said Mr..
RattNo.a.low ',,5o~ that you speak fia, /
DO rprail t. ! forget the yulng wonnns
Name but vel! remember llr. She has
g1sc ont Of trade, Us We say-tr.t here &oHe
time a.,o, greatly to my regret
Morgan ,t.lucel away abruptly, Iu ha.l
nothing lllorc to say 10 Sir- Bartholomew, th
while it was e1sg TO express something il" t.Ii
not feel, it was quite another thing to feiEn
indifference where he was 50 greatly inter
cSted. And now ii WAS almost is3po$si:'!clor
him 10 leave tic store without ina;IiIS iul'
thcr inquiries respecting Laura, Many
TING us In had passed the door, the feeling
that she was within and that lie w;ts serving
Gcr by not entering, gave him not only self
approval, byt n manly sentiment of loyalty.
Il lie could not sec her, he could honor her
ut q distance, and wait, But now, to find
her gone, utterly dis:irined him, end ieil him
VI, before himself US ccntenplatcs al
other man llc almost regretted Ea' ing
agreed so willingly to Lauras determination
to end Their innocent acquaintance. HeeHcn
wondered If She WAS a cuIuettc, and lad lt-
coded, expecting him to follow.
Morgan left the store, but as he passed out
he met tho gray haired porter and recognized
him us the man who hail attended Laura
home at tic time oft!e accident. Tie porter
also remembered the young journalist. eld
pausng fora moment, Morgan, anxiety over
came bis dignity. Making reference to Miss
Evcrdale's injury and commencing TLomaS
for his attention at the time, he said, in dis
stimulation is left hand manner, "Of course you
know nothing of Miss Everdalenow, Thonias!o
.:Of course don said tie old Englishnan
..she is sinCing in a fine old church on sone
avenue uptown think. Did you not know
thut size often took part With Camp and
Heeuyf'
scamp and Hceny," exclaimed Morgan,
land pray tell nc who are theyf'
"Whv, Mr. Starr, said Thomas, you must
knowl l.o.,co went to see Miss Ererdale to
usk # could help her, and sho gave me
ticket to hear Camp and Heeny sing III the
opera house"
'Sing in the New York Opera house, and
never even hear Of them. You must DC mis-
taken, Thomas!"
'sNot II maintained the man; that Camp
and Heeny sings murdcrcrs' parts in the
choicest style, sir, and have heard him!'
Suddenly tho mist vanished. Laura, with
| an Italianized cognomcn, probably, was sing
| ing in concerts with Campanini, and also II
| some New York church, but wherea Nor
| gan's first impulse WIGS to employ Thomas to
| find her, but knowing that with her limo
pride and dignity such Il course would offend
her, he ut onco abandoned tho idea Days
| passed before tho unconscious something
| which drove him on in the pursuit OF hapIl-
ness developed my plan for finding tho ono
| woman who held his lifo within her hands
Every church on every avenue now had tho
| young journalist for an occasional attendant
| and as Easter drew near and choir rehearsals
were in order, all of his evenings wcro devot-
ed to dropping in wherever there appeared
to bo tho slightest hope Of finding Laura. AT
last it was within q day of Easter, and Nor
gan Starr's courage had almost touched tue
point of ncgation. Business called him to tho
western sido of the city late in the afternoon
Of Easter Even, and us ho sauntered back
across tho town, ho turned into dingy, u1i,
familiar neighborhood, nnd i'll tho peculiar
atmosphere Of u foggy twilight heard melo
dious church bell not far Off.
"What an exquisite tone!" he exclaimed.
"I wonder if people in those crumbiins old
houses appreciate it-there's no such melody
in any bell up town!"
A few more steps brought him to tho front
of old St Clements, Furrowed by tho marks
Of time and browbcaten, as it were, by al
elevated railway structure tho venerable
edifice seemed pushing itself forward to tho
recognition Of passers by. Something of ITS
persistent dignity and patience in holding us
way through SO many changes crcpt ihio
Morgan's heart Like tho pyramids, it held
an atmosphere of uncomprehendcd strcnsth,
and the anxious lover felt its power,
If it wero worth while, sold be-, woula
go III, but surely she would not be nero.