The Press., 1892-12-08

soul impregnablel How full of calm hopefulness! while yet could detect in it the power of bursting into all the hor- TOT of that dread scream that had come through the stiffness to our camp at Fort Bridger.
 The dwarf opened the door quietly.
 The sunshine of that fresh June morn ing lay bright upon the roses in the win dow. MT. Clitheroe was sitting up in bed, lifting teacup with his left hand. His long, white beard drifted over the cool bedclothes. An appetizing break fast, neatly served, was upon table be- side him, aud there in this safe haven, lowering about him tenderly as ever in the days of his errant voyaging in the hapless time gone by, was his minister ing angel, that dear daughter, the sister of my choice.
 She turned as we entered.
 The old, steady, faithful look in the gray eyes. The same pale, saddened beauty. The unblenching gaze of patient waiting
 She looked at me vaguely, while life paused one pulse. Then, as l stepped forward, the eloquent blood gushed into her face-for she knew that the friend could not long outrun the lover. She sprang into my arms. Forgive me, John Brent, if did put my lips close to her burning cheek. It was only to whisper. "He is in London searching for you. He has never rested one moment since you were lost to us. In an hour he will be here"
 There is hanson cab horse, now or late of London, who must remember me with asperity.
 But then there is cabman who is my friend for life, if giant fare can win a cabman's heart.
 By the side of the remembrance of my gallop down Luggernel alley have 8 picture in my mind of myself, in a cab cutting furiously through the can yons of London in chase of lover. The wolves and coyotes of the by streets there are no antelopes in London-did not attempt to follow our headlong speed. We rattled across Westminster bridge, up Whitehall, and so into May Fair to Lady Biddulph's door.
 The footman-why did he grin when he saw me?-recognized me as the fam fly friend of yesterday, and ushered me without ceremony into the breakfast room, where the family were all assem- hled.
 Why did the footman grin? 1 per ceived, as I entered. A mirror fronted me. My face was like Siouxs in his war paint. There had been flies in Padi- hams shop, and I had brushed them away from my face, alas! with hands blackened over the lathe. All looked up amazed at this truculent | intruder. It was: "Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn"
 "Forbear, and eat no more!" An injunction not necessary for poor Brent, who sat dreary and listless.
 The rest forbore at my apparition. Egg spoon paused at eggs mouth. Sugar silenced it's crackle.
 Brent recognized me in the grimy pirate before him.
 He sprang to his feet. "You have found her!' cried he.
 "Yes."
 He looked at me eagerly.
 "Well and happy" said; ''in safe haven with a faithful friend. Lady Biddulph will pardon me, bringing such tidings, for rushing in in my war paint, American fashion"
 "You are always welcome, MT. Wade, in what costume you please" said she. "Doubly so with this happy news. My dear Ellen! must see her at once-as soon as closer friends have had their hour. But, MT. Brent, you are not go- ing without your breakfast!'
 Everybody smiled.
 "Comel Comet" cried Brent.
 "Comel" and as we hurried away there was again the same light in his eye-the same life and ardor in his whole being as when in that wild Love-Chase on the plains we galloped side by side. I