Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1899-01-06

given up as hopeless. My beautiful
daughter has no money, you see."
He clasped his hands and looked bel
ligerent."
''Do you remember Olga at all? /
took her down to your fathers a few
times when she was little thing"
Il remember her very distinctly"
and Aui.e laughed. "She scratched my
face once. We quarreled all tho time.
remember that Il little guinea hen Of
mine died, and buried it with proper.
religious romp, singing over it, Sister,
thou vast mild 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. 1t
will be curious to see her again. Do
you know she wasn't at all pretty them"
Today she is professional beauty
with no other ambition than to make a
good match. 1t will be strange to have
them back. But you won't desert me
then, Anne?" And he looked wistful.
II 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 well. 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 a reason that made
her little ashamed-the milliner who
hummed ballad while she twisted a
ribbon for hat, the dairymaid who
eyed her rows of glistening pans with a
critical eye while listening for a foot
step, shared this ambition with her
simply the longing to appear we'll in
one mans eyes and be loved by him.
The rain was beating i'll a drumming
downpour on the roof Of the car when
the brakeman swung in, a red lantern
in his hand. AS he stood in the door
way, the spray driving against his
| crouched shoulders, the bloody blotch
of light against his rain soaked clothes,
he seemed q figure Of doom, as if the
misery, cold and death rampant there
had taken human form and entered,
crying in hoarse accents:
"Platt's Peak colliery!"
Annes dreaming fell from her like q
cloak shrugged from uneasy shoulders,
and sho sprang up, her face bright with
sudden energy.
On Dr. Ericsson's arm she plunged
through the black night to tho railway
station. This was littlo moro than a
shed over flooring and supported by
| begrimed posts. 1t was dark save for
the yellow rays from q small window
opening into boxlike house where two
telegraph operators sat, tho beat Of the
machines stealing into the shadow like
| the clucking of q tongue.
A man stood looking in. When he
swung around, Anne found herself face
to face with Donald Sefain. They had
seen each other constantly without rec
ognition and without exchanging q
word. The meeting there under the cir
cumstances was a trifle perplexing.
Donald's expression was almost forbid.
ding as he awkwardly pulled off his cap.
"Miss Garrick, I believer"
GLOW are you, Donald?" cried DR..
Ericsson, stepping into the light II
haven't seen you for an age" And he
seized him by the shoulder.
"Oh, I'm all right" he said indiffer-
emily. you'll have to walk to the ho-
tel. The cab service is very deficient
here. We've all got to live like paupers
whether we like it or not"
He hurried ahead. the effort Of being
conventionally polite evidently q new
role.
"I'll show You the way" he said
brusquely.
81 say, Donald''-and DR.. EricsSon's
tono was just as genial as when he had
first spoken-''are things very bad?"
Donald's stormy eyes flashed from be-
meath the rim Of his cap. His tone was
almost insolent.
Hell is loose here" he said.
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