The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-03-02
PART I.
CHAPTER Kill
TRAPPED,

Il TRAPPED.
The night was fine, as we have said. but
l cold, when Jess ftarted off in her impul-
sive way on certainly somewhat ill Judged
expedition. She made her way on foot to
the nearest large thoroughfare, and here she
filed her black bag with the various articles
of food which she knew that her grand
mother was most likely to require. The
warm shawl on her arm was also meant for
the bowed shoulders of Mrs. Flint, and Jess
had concealed bottle of the finest brandy
at the bottom of the bag.
As she walked along the street she re-
solved that she would not, on this occasion,
make any very great effort to sse her
| grandmother, who would probably now be
ensconced in the warmest corner OF the
nearest public house. No, she would leave
her gifts in granny's room, and she would
speak to Daddy Trotter, who was helpless
if abusive; she would lelve a couple of
sovereigns also, aud promise to come again
in day or two. These gifts would soften
her grandmother's heart toward her, jess
hoped; SO that she could go again in COM
| parative security, and Mrs. Flint would not
at onoe attack her with heavy stick or
any other weapol which lay ready to her
| hand.
1t was only 6 o'clock when she left her
home, and it seemed to her that she had I'M
limited time before her. If she were back
again by II o'clcck it would be early
enough; for George would be away, and
Mrs. Fogg did not trouble herself very
much about her young ledger. The only
difficulty which occurred to jess was, that
of the road by which she should reach
Whitechapel at all. She had set out to
walk the distance in her old 81 nple fashion,
but she remembered before sue had gone
very far that to walk the whole way would
be an impossibility. A cabl That would
cost foRkune in Jess eyes. She stopped
short in the street and seriously considered
the situation. burly policeman, after
cycling her for minute or two as sne stood
bordering, advanced to her side and spoke
Lost your way, mlssF
"Iwant to go 70 Mil street, Whitechape,"
said Jess, quickly. "Can you tell me how
to get thelep
"Well, Underground would be your
quickest way, should think" said the man
in blue. refectively. You get to Baker
street, and then youth be all right. You
can take a train from Baker street to Aid
gate, and then you'd know your way, l
s'poseg'
40, yes, said Jess. quickly. 81 should
know my way from there"
actually arrive at Aldgate station about
O'Clock: for it could hardly be expected that
she would not make few mistakes about
street crossings, trains and times-travellng
not having been mucn in her line hitherto,
although She was L)ndon-born and bred.
From Aldgate, all was plain sailing. jess
had troddeu the Mile End Road pavements
all her life. 1t seemed strange to her to be
iostled by the crowd again. For the last
few months her life had been sheltered and
luxurious; she had quickly developed tastes
that were IN harmony with George East
n ood's, and she had natural love for
Jeau iful forms and colors and sounds. She
Xshuddered now when she was driven close
i to bloated leering men, or more hldeous
painted women; even the crowd of vulgar,
honest, poverty stricken folk revolted her
little, and the gangs of shop boys, six
abreast, arm in arm, with pipes Ii their
mouths and sticks under their arms, or the
groups Of tawdry factory girls with heavy
"fripgesn down to their eyebrows, made her
shrinN aside as if their jostling elbows and
inquisitive stares could do her positive
harm. The moral atmosphere of the
street, although once familiar to her, had
never been attractive, and now she felt
sort of horror and repugnance toward it
that she had not Known before. D!mly
surging up between the harIng Lights OF the
ample ais, and the clustering crowds OF
men and women at the Cheap Jacks stool,
visions foated before Jess eyes of the
ethereal b.ues and puppies of tue Mediter-
ranean, or snow-capped peaks tinged with
rose color, of lordly palaces and gray cathe-
drals overlapping strange foreign towns.
Why she thought OF these places at that
moment, she could not have told; but it
seemed to her as if the dingy streets before
her were all unreal, and that if she could
shake off some strange, oppre ssive lnt1u-
ence she should start and wake, with George
beside her. to fad that it was ali dream.
So many time had she dreamed OF
squalid Whitechapel, aud awaked to fiDd
herself beside the turquoise and amethys-
tine hues of southern sea.
But this time she was not dreaming. She
was bound on an errand Of charity and
mercy, and she was not afraid OF the blear-
eyed men about her, nor Of the tawdry
women, although she disiiked both. For
the first time, however, it crossed her mind
that she should be glad when her work was
over; aud that on another OCCASION sne
would come by day.
I'm afraid George would not like me TO
be here " she said to herself. as she found
the turning that led TO Baldwin's market,
and turnel into the narrow alley undis-
mayed.
Mil street was gained at length. The
house in which she had spent good part OF
her young life looked just as it used TO look,
possible that she had ever dwelt within 50
foul placs? And could 1t be that George
had cared to take her from this dark and
Filthy den and set her in lovely places. deck
ing her limbs dai atily, and giving her all she
wanted-even love, the desire OF every
woInan's hearth A lump rose in her throat
as SIZE thought of his goodness The, "long
unlovely street" swan before her grateful
eyes 1t was with this melting mood OF
Passionate faith upon her that she pushed
open the door Of the lodging house and
went up the common stair.
She met no one, which was perhaps q
god thing, as she might not Lave been
recognized in her new guise. she wal
plainly enough dressed, but there was q
certain refinement aud finish OF simplicity
ao)ut her garb which would have told
eV the peopleof Bill street and Bald vim,
court that sae was 10 longer one Of them
seiye.
she reached the attic, where hrs. Flint
eod been wont 10 live: she fst 10 the dari
Ior the handle Of the door. ana gsDtlj
pushed y open. The room was perfectly
ark. The window a. the roof slowed {
square q pels * 81 gbtiy REDEEMED BY ~
sspis 4 London; bat lhls was ali tie AGb
me room received.
Ssas stood lrfesolate