Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-09-21

turned such sad young face. sucl
troubled blue eyes, on the Pickering
fire that it seemed hard. hard that S,
young life should be so old in sor
row.
A sound of voices in the next room
reused her. There was Il door com.
municatiug with the next room, which,
of course, was locked, but which made
sounds easily heard. Clara knew that
her companion was an elderly lady
she had met her on the stairs some
times-and she wondered who her
visitor could I've at such an hour. Then
the sound of frightened sobbing and
eXpostulation made her listen atten-
lively, for she feared her neighbor was
in trouble, and she determined to rouse
her husband if necessary.
Not yet, Joe! Oh, don't say you
must 60 YETI
Mother, I've stayed too long al
ready. They'll be after me sharp,
now the rewards out. Think of fifty
pounds sterling, mother! The men who
tempted me, and got the Jewels,
would turn on me now and get the
reward"
This was il. then, But one slioht
wooden door stood between Clara and
the thief she wished she could find.
! Only to step round the corner. There
she knew was the police station, and
for the news she brought them she
would get fifty pounds sterling. She
claSped her hands tight and sat per-
tectly still, all the while knowing that
every second leSsened her chance of
securing the living piece of property
valued at fifty pounds sterling. In
her-preSent straits fifty pounds sterling
seemed fortune to her. As she sat,
her strained ears caught the mothers
voice again.
Il II not keep you, though my heart
is breaking. My bonny boy come to
this! Oh, God, most meIciful. save
him from felon's doomr'
Mother, pray for me. If | escape
VOW to lead an honest life and make a
home for you. 1t has not been my
fault. Pray God to forgive and help
me.
Clara's grasp of her hands relaxed.
Then, with white face and fearful
eyes, she stood up and looked at her
two tiny sleeping boys. Then upon
her knees she fell and stayed in earnest
prayer until she heard the stealthv
footsteps creep down the stairs: then
she stole to the window of her darken-
ed room, and, looking out into the |
lamp-lit street, watched quick walk |
ing figure in an old COMPLIMENTARY |
cloak, with 4 deep cape and large poke
bonnet, such as her neighbOrs ALWAYS 4
wore, and she knew that the YOUNG
man had escaped in his mothers |
clothes.
One of the most old-fashioned houses
in an old country town was Miss I
Greybrook's. A steep flight of i'm /
maculately clean steps led from the .
pavement of High street TO her baIl /
door. with its shining brass knocker .
and bell handle.
Now, this old lady was Tom Crayen's [
godmother, and on the very cold. dull
winter morning of which L have now
to speak, she had risen from her hlob-
backed chair, in front of the bright
steel fender, at the sound of the post
mans knock, and advanced to meet
the elderly servant who brought in the
letters on silver salver.
None from him, said the old lady.
when she was alone again, turning
over four letters eagerly in search Of
a hand writing that was not there.
Poor and proud, like his father!
Well, I've seen much folly in nv time.
but If he refuses my offer | question if
there is a companion idiot for such a
man.
1t was three weeks since she had
written to Tom Craven, addressing
her letter to the office of Brown q Coz
by whom she thought he was employ
ed, and offering to overlook the hid
eous mistake hehad made in MARRYING
a penniless orphan girl, and to devote
a substantial sam to further his pros
poets in life.
On the very morning that she was
bewailing openly her godson's pride.
and secretly her own, our friend Tom
received a reply to the letter he had
sent to Brown & Co., regretting thai
they could do nothing to help him.
md inclosing Miss Greybrook's letter
which had been lying nearly three
weeks at their office.
Clara, with the sadness of the NIGHTS
struggle still upon her, ran down tbe .
1ckety old stairs at the sound of the
1D-'tA'At'iA HAAONN anu iCCblFGu the lei
er for her husband When she arriv- !
d breathless at the top floor again she
watched his face as he opened it. The :
ew polite lines from the business men
ell unread to the ground, while the :
nyelope they enclosed was torn eap- i
rly open. Clara looked over bIs >
boulder and read, too, and then with !.
ne glance at the renewed vIeor in his
Torn, anxious face, she relinauisbed y
er role OF bravery, and cried out the :
Misery of months in his arms. Robbie
1alGed and BERTHE crawled to the
Gene OF action, and, seeing their mo- Il
her in tears, lent shrill to the chorus. .
pom which they were kissed, blessed =
nd cried over till they thought the >
'orld represented to them by their 7
lther and mother) had gone mad. Il
When partial calmness had returned. !,
om spoke joyously: " "
Now wife, sell something of vour 4
mall store and send a telegram from
le to the dear old girln'
Tom, cried Clara, laughing
trough her tears, chow disrespect9, in
But the teIe0ram ,yas .o,,4