Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1896-11-20

On Thanksgiving Eve just Eve years
since be had left his old life behind him
Jack went TO his dingy little window to
gaze at the two mansions. He shivered
/ with cold; but the blood rushed quickly to
his face when he saw the home of the girl
he still loved. brightly lighted up. For
an instant he stood still, amazed. Then
he sat down on his bed 20 think. Finally.
downhearted and discouraged. he turned
10 a great pile of manuscript and rubbish
on the foor. ard picking book from the
n0nlescript mass he turned over the
leaves.
Twelve plays out" he muttered to
hiniseif; "fyeof them probably lost" Only
that LAY he had sent his best and latest
comedy 10 the new English actor who
had arrived the day before. As soon as il
was rehearsed tas he DOUBTED not it would
bel he would send the others in rotation.
For months he had expected success to
come with the dawn of every new day,
and tonight as he threw himself on his
bed. hungry and broken hearted. he real
lied the mistake he had made in living in
dream. He made firm resolutions TO re-
form, but as his fingers .:linehed in new
born resolve his eyes strayed across the
way again. For the second time that
evening his heart stood still. Behind the
soft lace curtains of the Goldthwait man
sion shadows of people fitted 20 and fro.
'fSe house was inhabited again-but BY
strangers, Of course, he thought
Thanksgiving Day found Jack poorer
and hungrier than he had ever been be-
fore in his life. For forty eight hours he
had not tasted food, but he determined to
breakfast in spite of the almost total
emptiness of his pocketbook. He turned
his face toward the lower portion of the
city. determined TO accept whatever work
offered itself. but il was a holiday, and
after several hours spent in tramping the
quiet streets Jack turned his face home
ward. As he truoged up Broadway a
clatter ON the stones behind attracted his
attention and driverless cab dashed in
to sight. An elderly man was gesticulat-
ing wildly from the window. With a
bound Jack responded. In another mo-
ment the runaway horse stood painting in
the roadway, and Jacks sinewy hand
was ON the bit
"One dollar TO drive me up to Del
monico's." shouted the man.
But your driver?" asket. Jack.
Drunk in Il saloon.' was the response.
Without another word Jack, leaped up to
the cabby's seat and whipped up the
horse II was the first time he had ever
earned dollar by manual labor. and as
he clinched his teeth firmly flush mount
ed to his cheeks.
When the once familiar restaurant
canfe into sight Jack thought, with mois-
ture in his eyes, of the many tunes he and
Dora had mnched in the great dining.
rcoln, As he reined up before it. hag-
gard and mud bespattered, totally differ
eGt from his old self, he started with
amazement There, standing on the side
walk was the subject Of his dream-not
the Dora of old, with short frock and
curling hair streaming in tEe wind, but
the beautiful woman into which the wears
had changed her.
For moment Jack could hardly re-
strain himself from rushing forward and
declaring his identity. But q thought of
his clothes and his work made him stop.
He became as anxious to hide his face as
he had been Il moment hefore 20 tell his
name.
Dora aud her father passed into the
restaurant and Jack earned a second dol
lar by getting new driver for bis pas
Scuger's coupe He passed and repassed
the restaurant in ain unsuccessful attempt
to 80; another glimpse of the woman he
loved before he even satisfied his hunger.
II was dark before he went back to his
li,tle room and stationed himself once
more ~ his window to gaze at the lights
III the Grldthwait mansion. He was filed
with Il conflict OF love and pride. He had
no reason To believe tlsa: Dora had not
forgotten him, but Ills love for her was as
strong as ever. lie longe6 to so to her,
but the knowledge Of his poverty and
shabbiness kept him 5a.k.
The windows Of the great old dining-
room we're bright with light and their
raised curtains gave ahu clear view os