Chicago eagle., 1897-10-02

when she said she was going to marchy'
he asked blmself, as he bungled with his
cambric tic.
CHAPTER XVIII.
She had gone, she had shaken the dust
Of that unfriendly home from of her feet.
and had gone out into the more unfriend-
ly world, penniless, without 40 much as
the means to buy loaf Of bread. carry.
ing her little bag, with change Of linen
and half dozen Of her most cherished
books, Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare.
II was after eleven o'clock and most of
the shops had closed by the time she reach.
ed the town, but ut the corner Of mar.
row street she found a shop door open
and the light shining on the pavement In
front Of II. She looked In timidly and saw
two women, one elderly and stout, the
other thin and waspish-looking. Of that
doubtful period between eight and twenty
and eight and thirty, In which unmarried
womanhood is apt to turn TO shrewisl,ncss.
The shop was Of the humblest order.
known rs general shop, furnishing al-
most everything except butchers meat
and Of exceeding usefulness In a poor
ncighborhood. Stella looked from the
thin daughter to the stout mother and II
was to the Inter she addressed her Ques'
tiOns.
"rhcre used to be large lodging house
for working people near the cemetery,
she fnltercd. 1T wns burned down q
good many years ngo. was II ever buiit
up againT'
"Of course Il was," answered the
younger woman sharply. III you'd gone
twenty yords further you'd have seen II
strnieht before you. Ii was rebuilt, and
Il was made twice the size II was at the
beginning"
"Was this shop here at the time of the
8reY''
eyes. IA cnty ycurg before the fire." an.
.worcd Tho mother. "Niy daughter wns
horn in this very house, I've lived IN II
nenrly forty years, II was a new house
when NV husband came into Il. and he
hnd IN mnkc tho business bit by bit."
"A. vou hnyc lived here no long nor.
hnns Won remember n man called Bold.
wood" amid Stella trcmulously.
To w,s tho 8rst time shc hnd cvcr pro.
no,,nccd TINT name 10 n stranger. 1t
seemed n Kind OF sucrIlcgc: but she felt
TINT her only chance Of finding a friend
IN mi. vrcnt drcnry town wus through
hcr Snthcr's mcmory.
"I3ollwood-Jonathnn Boliwood; Yes, I
should think I do remember him, drat
bimi NV husband WINS almost cracked
about that man, ana used to 70 TO hear
him Mt every meeting, and come home
with a pock OF nonsense In his head. l
hntc yo,r Radiculs, always knocking cv.
crythins down. and never setting amy.
! thing nm"
"Whnt's this, old girl, of again? I
never did hear such an old 'ooman to talk
politics, and knows no more of 'em than
n baby" said a round good.natured voice
from within, and u round-faced, good
natured looking man In shirt sleeves and
linen apron rolled In from the little pnr
behind the shop. "Whnt's sent mother
into 'hlgh strikes to-nighty" he asked
his daughter.
"This young person has been asking
nbout Jonathan HOLLYWOOD"
"Why, what do you know OF Jonathan
Boldwood, lass!"
"Hc was my father"
"Your father! What, are you the child
HOLLYWOOD tried to get out OF the burning
house when he lost his own life, poor
chap, In trying to save the little oneY"
eyes" sobbed Stella,
"And then the young hunchback lord
saved you and took you of to I.ashmur
Castle. and 'dopted Of you, I know there
was NO end OF talk about II nj the time. /"
eyes. but he has been dcod for many
years. and I have been very miserable
In dependence upon fnc people"
"Ah! there spoke old HOLLYWOOD, No dc.
pendence for him, He was a free and no.
BILE spirit, heaven bless him! They say
It's only Papists that pray for the dead
Now, I'm no Papist, and In, no church.
gocr. hut I say wherever HOLLYWOOD H.
heaven bless him! And no you've rot sick
OF your fine house, lassie, and you've come
to look up your fathers old friends IN
Brumm?"
"Had he friends herc-many friendsy"
Eyes, many friends-therc wasn't a
working man In Brumm that didn't cal
him friend; but not such friends as could
be Of much use to him. Most Of 'em was
poorer than himself, He was proud, too
and wouldn't have taken a favor from
any OF us, We all knew that he had been
born gentleman. Let's have look u,
YOU, lass" scrutinixing her kccnly under
the glare OF the unshaded gas; mo, you're
not like him--there's look, perhaps, only
look Of him somewhere In your face, but
It amt 40 much as likeness. Poor Bold
wOOd-yes, he was grand talker, he was
IL he'd been alive now we'd have got him
into Parliament. Wouldn't he have us
tonished the milk and watery gentlemen
who grind In that mill! And what are
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