The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-05-19

Jersey IN peu ana upon giving her baby
lemonade to cool It's fever.
III.
The Lane family doctor when he
heard Of these charity expeditions, de-
eiared to Mr.. and Mrs. Lane that there
was great danger Of contagion in them.
and that Edith must on no account be
allowed to enter q tenement. So she had
never seen a home other than her own,
crowded with luxuries, fantastic. pleas
ure-seeking possessions of every kind.
and she longed secretly to have an en-
counter with one OF the charity cases, :"
as they were called.
She was thinking Of this as she drove
down Fifth avenue, and wondering how
It could be managed. She left cards at
several houses and stopped at dig
shop on Broadway There was a crowd
by the entrance, and when she came cut
again the footman found some difficulty
In finding the carriage. Turning to loois
In the brilliant window as she waited.
she noticed, standing next to her, u
poor man who exactly correspondent to
the descriptions her girl friends had
given her. His face was as gray as the
ashes that had cooled on u deserted
hearth, parched, withered and SCARED.
He kept both hands in his pockets, and
moved his whole body rather than turn
his head which might let more cold al:'
slip in by his collarless shirt. His wet
shoes were tied to his bare feet with
strings. his coat was pinned together.
His expression was one OF despair that
might persist beyond the grave. Death
could not relax such lines of suffering.
Edith glanced quickly about, and then
slipped piece Of money into Fret
mores hand.
This Is for you" she said. II am so
sorry, perhaps, could do something fof
you"
His eyes were lifted with an effort to
look for the first time in so long at
something they might be glad to see.
And when they rested upon Edith, be-
wilderment and surprise filed them
with tears. He lowered them again,
and said something, too low for her to
hear. The carriage was already IN
sight; quickly she took card from her
purse, and handed it to him. Fretmora
fumbled in his pocket; his fingers, stltf
with cold. caught uncertain hold of tia
box; he pulled 1t out and opened 1t. A
few crumbs fell from it on to the
ground, and as Edith drove away she
saw him putting up the money and the
card together.
She had had an adventure at last. Her
parents must not know of 1t. but she
would tell Harry as soon as she got
home. Perhaps the poor man would
come that very night. She must hurry
to find a good place for him, and by and
by he would be successful, perhaps, ana
she would have accomplished this all by
herself.
"Hobson," she said in low voice, rs
the butler opened the door when she
reached home, "a poor man may come
and ask for me any time now;he is very
poor, but you must say 1t is all right,
and give him something to eat, and be
very kind to him, and let me know
about It at once, II am In"
Eyes, MISS. Hobson answered, and In
the same tone, "Mr Danforth is in the
drawing room: he's been waiting some
time"
She ran through the softly lighted
rooms to the library. where she found
Harry by the open fire. She sat down
by him. and, without noticing his greet
ing, she began;
at is so sad; have seen such a poor
man; think l shall be able to help him
though; am sure we can and him a
place; aren't you interested?"
Harry looked quietly at, her flushed
face-her ven tossed back, her gloves
and purse fallen to the floor, and then
II am not interested in anything that
makes you Indifferent to me-" he said.
~ have been waiting for you for an
hour. and you have not greeted mt yet.
brought you these" lifting some flow
ers from the table and holding them
toward her. and you have not even
Edith colored. She took the roses and
held them close to her face. did not
mean to be rude; will you forgive me?'
Harry. rising, bent over ana slipped
the long jewellad pins from her hat