The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-29

chest as though setting out in stormy weather, boarded an up-totwn oar and a few minutes later found him plunging through the writhing masses, the loath- some scum of all nations, that swarm like human maggots In the fostering city trench known as Forsyth street.
 He had scarcely found It's No. l2, be- fore he caught glimpse Of Kirtley Brcem behind him. It was impossible for him to retreat and he plunged into the shadowy entrance groplng to his right and left as he scrambled up the creaking stairs. for some momentary re- treat from observation.
 This Impulse spurred him Into quick ly clambering up. up, up. The foot steps of Klrtley Breem were close be- hlnd More by hit than wit" as he afterward related. his arm suddenly lunged forward into darkened space. He pushed after 1t, and found himself In an open closet. safe from detection. at the very moment that Kirtley Brcem, opening another door beside his own. | stepped with the assured tread of la millarity into a dlmly lighted room be- yond.
 Editor Whittaker's breath and equan- | imity were soon regalned. He saw that | one side of the closet where he stood was fitted with half door, waist high, and this was open. The miserable vis- | ta thus presented comprised three tiny rooms. One was kitchen and bed room; another was a bedroom and din- ing room; while the third was bed room and something which stood for living room and parlor. In the first was Betsy Hopper. housekceper, ,grumb- lingly preparing a scant repast. In the second stood a table spread with a scrimped cloth and handful of dishes, and Kirtley Breen beside 1t, white and hesltant; storm whipped human slab of marble among the ruins and graves of hopes and loves and home. l In the third room was a white-haired old woman. propped in rickety invalid chair, bedecked as with the remnants of ancient finery. A look of fierce fam inc, wholly removed from physical hun ger, was in her skinny face and flaming eyes; while her chatterlng lips ut tered little gibbering shrieks of surprise or complaint or gleefulness at the vary ing fortunes of cards, shuffied, dealt or played above her lap from her own half palsied hands, or from the tiuttering, talon-like fingers of a man whose face reflected unmistakably lineaments of relationship with all her pitiful cunning and wolfish greed.
 Then followed a little scene which opened to Editor Whittaker's astound- ed eyes such pages of the life-book in great towns as that hardened, softened, world-wise man had never even dream ed before.
 Kirtley Breem stepped into the kitch- en and placed some money in Betsy Hopper's hand.
 T shall go away for little time, in the morning." he said quietly. "But il will all come, every night at 9-don't let them doubt it for moment, Betsy just as it has come every night fol years"
 Then he turned and walked stead. fly to the two at cards.
 He came to his mothers side, put his hand into hers and let it rest there g moment, when he bent over her puffee , end powdered locks and kissed her ten derly.
 : He took his brothers hand and i rested there a moment. too. In both that which stood for his life blood re mained.
 Mother and brother clutched wha they received just as fiercely, just as re morsely, just as flippantly and ungrate