The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-11-03
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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 I saw for n likeness of the face tha
 haunted me, came at last. exhausted
 and discouraged In my search, to tn,
 corner of Southampton street and tn, Strand.
 Here halted for a little. leaninl
 against the Southampton street sid, of the extreme corner of tho building
 there, gazing ruefuliy into the Strand
 which was still crowded with the God
 forsaken of London's after midnight
 hours.
 Tt Is her face; and will find 1t yet r
 I muttered aloud as cast a parting
 glance up and down the fog shrouded
 human tides of the Strand.
 "Is 1t an old face or a young one
 you are looking for, my dear?" inquired
 n soft voice at my elbow. just around
 the corner of the building in the Strand
 The voice was as sweet as an inno-
 cent childs; and yet 1t held that subtle
 chord of interest and sympathy which
 can alone be modulated by a mature
 and tender human heart.
 l whirled and faced, or rather bent
 over, the speaker; for her head scarce
 ly came to my waist. I saw with beat
 ing heart and bewlldered brain the
 haunting face In the inkstand; the very face sought; the face of a little, old,
 humped-backed woman, with sturdy stan in hand; face set upwordly, as Is the cory way with dwarfs; a face in which some unutterable human hope lessness was drawn into stony lines, and yet on which there seemed, as you looked upon 1t, to grow upon 1t, to grow high relief of radiant transfgurement of trust and faith; the oldest. plainest, sweetest face in all great London town; and face could only look upon in astounded silence for Its friendly reas- surfing smiles.
 I'm just Drury Lane Betty, sir. Ev- erybody on the Strand knows Betty. Some of them loves her, too. I'm here aoout at night5-I like 1t best, strand sometimes Betty helps them that falls to the earth from dscouragements and the like, sir. The nighttime is when helps most needed, sir. Besides, old Betty is looking for face, too, sir. But are you in trouble? Sometimes them that's best favored and dressed, sir, have deepest hurts. I'm just now going in, sir, and, if you don't mind, We VIII have cup of tea together We can talk better over a bit of fire and cup of tea, you know. Come along, my dear"
 She swung her staff into one hand and grasped 1t firmly; with the other she reached confidently for my own and placed It beneath her shoulder and trun- dled away with me toward Fleet street, her head perked to one side like a little white old birds; her fascinating prattle only now and then checked, as some oincer or long frequenter of the quarter gave her commiserating though hearty to which she replied cheerily calling each one by his Christian name: until. we at last turned into the now darker and less frequented Drury lane.
 A walk of a few minutes in this thor oushfare brought us to the fruiterers district, and we halted before an an- cient and narrow structure Here my strange companion produced an enor- nous key and ushered me into a hall way black as the portals of Eberus.
 Ordinarily would not have ascended it's creaking stairs with any human oth- CT than Scotland Yard inspector for A thousand sovereigns; but felt no fear with her. Up, up, up, we scrambled. the dwarfed little body guiding me without misstep or blunder, until a sourth landing had been reached, when with lively, "Here we are, my dearv door was thrown open and we stood full in the rosy light of a large and cheerful room.
 It was the loft of the building. trans- 'ormed in homely fashion into a most comfortable abode. A huge and ancient 1replace occupied nearly one entire end. Near this, at one side, were curious ,upboards. And, at the other, a snow white bed. Between, full in the warm freight, stood an ample table, ready 'et, and beside this was a large easv 'hair, turned partly to the fire, with a pair of cosy slippers resting invitinyly 1t its feet
 Its all mine, from curb to roof. 'ir;;" said Betty proudly. Forty years 8 long, long time; but I said to my- 'elf, now, maybe he will be a long time coming back, and how happy he'll be o have a home, all of our own, in which o lay his head. Yes, forty years!-for- y years!" she added with pathetic remor in her voice. And. I began as ,harwoman to the fruiterers in Drury ane. Now, they pay me rent, my learw
 Out along one side of the narrow oft were a few low and tidy cots. She Jaw my inquiring look and said with he sweetest smile I had yet seen on Ter drawn old face:
 That's Drury Lane Betty's hospital. When I'm in the streets at night-look- ng for him, you know!-oftentimes someone falls to the earth, as told you. If Betty knows of 1t, this is where they bring them for little, my dear; for I hink, what if he fell to the earth, might not some other lady do the same for Jim? Yes, yes, yes!-forty years is a ong, long time, my dear!"
 'Bless you, aunty, for the dearest. soul in London!" burst from my ips as I almost reverently patted her white old head. And you have been all these years trying to find him?"
 The white face against the gate of another hospital was TOW haunting me more oninously and desperately than this living double of the little old face n the inkstand.
 She was pouring the tea in to tha crrs |