Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-07-12
Continued From Sunday.
CHAPTER II

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Gently raised her head from the ground
MB. Northup had heard her wild pi-
~rooette, which came near overseeing the
oil stove, and wondered if, like poor
Sparks, she was tearing her hair for an
idea But the landlady had had sufh-
Gent experience with literary dodgers
not TO be surprised by unusual noises
Now Edith could wnte that letter she
had 50 much dread q TO brace up Willie,
and it would not be necessary TO tell
more than half me usual number OF
white lies, which was comforting TO q
girl Of her high moral principle. Willie
was fretting At his enforced idleness
while his sister laved to support herself.
If he had known how she had taken the
double burden on her shoulders! But
happily he dl not know, for she had
sworn their guardian 20 secrecy and
silence.
Dearest Willie" she began. ''how l
wish you we're herein my pleasant roomT
Not a word about the attic chamber
close TO the railroad.) But as / cannot
have you here | must content myself
with a confidential chat on paper. "a am
doing famously in my new quarters and
am in tremendous spirits Mrs. Northup,
my landlady, is kindness itself. l break
tasted with her this morning, and we
talked about you. Ny room has three win
dows." Not a word about their height,
precluding a view Of anything but a
three cornered bit Of sky and the top Of
a tree.) lit is a capital place to think
and write in. Ihope to have some splen-
did" (underlined) news for you soon,
for I have great expectations Littleheld
is a lovely town, and l take a little walk
along its shady streets every morning
before breakfast The society is Of the
best"%Poor girl, she had not spoken to a
soul except her landlady and the postal
clerkE"a great many nice young people,
and there are numerous picnics, lawn
tennis and archery parties You know,
dear VIII. how ! emf these things"
May Heaven forgive her.) There is a
beautiful forest, called Deepdene park,
where / walk nearly every fine after
noon. You would be charmed with the
Littlefeld library, so well arranged,
with an admirable selection of books"
Glib number three; Miss March mad not
been able TO subscribe.) "On the whole,
dear viii. you must think of me on the
very top wave, with everything lovely.
Don't worry about me, dear old boy, but
get all the good you can out of the
mountains. ] can see you now, with
your specimen bag slung over your
shoulder, making the rocks resound with
your geological hammer. Oh. Will,
am so proud of you, and when l think
yod are all | have in the world to live
for I can't tell you how my heart sweIs
with thankfulness. Do take care Of
yourself, and avoid wetting your feet
and exposure Of all kinds. | am very
happy over my prospects, but don't In
tend TO count my chickens before they
! are hatched"
There, thought Edith. as she folded
her letter, ~ hope 1 haven't overdone It.
VII is awfully sharp at detecting q
false note. Dear me, how many lies We
do have 10 tell 70 get through life dc
centlyi Ihope / shall be forgiven on the
ground Of good intentions"
Wills letter out of the way, Edith
turned with breafhless eagerness 70 the
revision and expansion Of her story. II
was more of a job than she had counted
ON and virtually involved rewriting tbs
whole. But Edith did not finch Sh'
had plenty Of good days work in her and
her soul was resolute- One o'clock, TIVE
O'Clock came. The strong western sun
shine was flooding her high windows an'
heating the long shingled roof, directly
underneath which she sat, to the tenn
perature Of a rolling mill Edith ha'
not paused 10 eat, and suddenly the rail
way trains began to rush through he
brain and the written lines to swim be
fore her eyes. She was faint from hum
ger, for she had eaten nothing since eigh
and now it was nearly four. She pusheI
away the pile Of Ms. and went to ransac
her cupboard for something TO sustai
life. She found only a quarter Of a Gus
tard pie she had bought at the baker
the previous day, a few hard cracker
and a pickle. She would make herself
cup Of tea; but on lifting the oil can Sd
found it empty. so she must be conteI
with the pie and pickle, washed dow
with a glass Of tepid water.
II was necessary 10 get out Of her fu
a Of a room, for she felt the thought
flying about in her brain like moth
round "a candle. She was dead tire
after her bout Of writing seven hours o
astretch, and nothing would rest be
but a ramble in Deepdene woods. Sh
knotted her beautiful hair and put 0
her old hat, remembering she had prom
ised herself to rehimit and makeit look
bit more udy. HerEown was not Of q