Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1898-09-22
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"Fancy being able from actual expe.
rience to describe the pangs of hunger"
said Anne, with a laugh.
"Don't madden me. I've arrived at
the age when respect good dinner as
much as anything on earth. AS the If
reproachable bourgeois said at the pan
tomime when the ballet appeared, Il
wish hadn't came.
you're in vile humor today, (" said
Anne placidly. "I'm not
''Of course you're not; you're wo-
man. You've had your way and you've
made some one miserable, so there you
are" he jerked out, "a smile in his
eyes. "But truly" he added in differ
ent tone, 81 had letter from your aunt
this morning which annoyed me very
much. They'll be back some time in
January"
"Rut you'll surely be glad to see
them
sob, fundamentally of Counsel But
there's the house to be renovated-not
good enough as it is. And 1 am made
distinctly aware that Olga is to be
brought here Oh husband hunting Skin
mish. Foreigners evidently have been
given up as hopeless My beautiful
daughter has no money, you see. "
He clasped his bands and looked bel
ligerent."
"Do you remember Olga at all? l
took her down to your fathers few
times when she was little thing
81 remember her very distinctly"
and Anne laughed. "She scratched my
face once. We quarreled all the time.
l remember that little guinea hen of
mine died, and buried it with proper,
religious pomp, singing over it, Sister,
thou vast II lid and lovely But Olga
wouldn't have this at all and interrupt
ed the services with shrieks and dances.
We parted the frankest of enemies. It
will be curious to SEQ her again. Dc
you know she wasn't at all pretty then?"
"Today she is professional beauty
with no other ambition than to make u
good match. 1t will be strange to have
them back. But you won't desert me
then, Amer And he looked wistful.
81 have Mrs. Micawber's staying
qualities, you'll see" she said gayly.
1t was dark now. Beyond the win
dows lay tempestuous blackness cross
ed at times by the red and green of rail-
road lights.
Anne sat back and closed her eyes.
There was work before her, and she
meant to DO it we'll. Besides the stub
born law she had always followed Of
putting the best of herself into her
work there was now determination
to become name in the world Of jour
nalism, and all for reason that made
her little ashamed-the milliner who
hummed ballad while she twisted
ribbon for a hat, the dairymaid who
eyed her rows of glistening pans with
critical eye while listening for foot
step, shared this ambition with her
simply the longing to appear well in
one mans eyes and be loved by him.
The rain was beating in drumming
downpour on the roof of the car when
the brakeman swung in, red lantern
in his hand. AS he stood in the door
way, the Gpray driving against his
crouched shoulders, the bloody blotch
of light against his rain soaked clothes,
he seemed a figure of doom, as if the
misery, colo and death rampant there
had taken human form and entered,
crying in hoarse accents:
"Platt's Peak Collieryp'
Anne's dreaming fell from her like
cloak shrugged from uneasy shoulders,
and she sprang up. her face bright with
sudden energy.
On DR.. Ericsson's arm she plunged
through the black night to the railway
station. This was little more than a
she'd over flooring and supported by
pegrimed posts. 1t was dark save for
he yellow rays from a small window
opening into boxlike house where two
telegraph operators sat, the beat of the
machines stealing into the shadow like
he clucking of tongue.
A man stood looking in. When he
wung around, Anne found herself face
face with Donald Sefain. They had
cen each other constantly without rec
gnition and without exchanging a
vord. The meeting there under the cir
umstances was trifle perplexing.
ponald's expression was almost forbid
ing as he awkwardly pulled off his cap.
"Miss Garrick, 1 believer"
Elbow are you, Donald?' cried DR..
Ericsson, stepping into the light. 81
aven"t seen you for an age" And he
eized him by the shoulder.
"Oh, I'm all right" he said indiffer-
ntly. You'll have to walk to the no.
y. The cab service is very deficient
ere. We've all got to live like paupers
neither we like it or not I"
He hurried ahead, the effort of being
Intentionally polite evidently new
Die.
"I'll show you the way" he said
Fusquely.
81 say, Donald"-and DR.. Ericsson's
ne was just as genial as when he had
st spoken-"are things very bad?"
onald's stormy eyes flashed from be-
ath the rim of his cap. His tone was
most insolent.
"Hell is loose here,' he said.