The Washington weekly post. (Washington, D.C.) 1878-1916, 1900-06-19

ihOuBh both were too anxious 10 do more
than pre-: "a. Things had gone contrary
With Tor quite a month. Cornclia
had ! late and early the winter
thronyr e. IL had been impossible 10 10
more yhl. meet current expenses For one
thing, III major had been H. Medicine,
wiEe. ard warmth for him had cost
pretty penny. SO they were now at Ike
very bottom Of the common purse
/ Even the faithful McCullom had now
for three weeks left her out of his sched-
! ules. Other intermittent sources of in
come had likewise suddenly dried up.
sun she was not without hope There
Was the story sent a month back to the
Blush Of Innocence. Always heretofore
that great publication had returned such
paper argusies Of hers within the week,
Leiay was hopeful, and II the story came
back as a check II would be big enough
10 put them beyond any present anxiety.
Other checks might come, too. Some
how The morning mail seemed always TO
Sive color to the day. If II were fruitful
or yielded even 50 much as a friendly let.
ter the hours were not so weary as when.
In sDOTtsman's parlance II drew blank
Whatever II brought Maj. Thornley, had
always the first look at IT,
There, be has comet ont ring
Tommy Ashton met him bringing
Up the mail" COyneIia e l.-a from the
window. The major hobbl 81 Il he door,
rpon which there came a lasounding
Trump and through which Tommy cried
III the raucOus glee Of %:
Two slim ones and a fat one for Miss
Meyer; reckon that must b. from her
sweetheart"
COrnelia's lips parted in little Ehivery
sigh. She reached for the fat letter and
tossed II aside. 1t was MS.-but not the
AS.-and there plain 10 view in her ia
Tiers hand. she saw the imprint of the
Blush Of Innocence in the corner of an
envelope. lmpulsively she held out her
hand for II. Maj. Thornley, waved her
away. With tremulOus, clutching fingers
he slowly opened It. unfolded and ran his
eye down the page. then sank back in his
chair with a little Whimpering sob
''They-they-wOn't kave-your beau
tiful story. The editor writes 10 say he
is sorry, and you will get it back ty mes
senger. Daughter what can we 40? What
will become OF US? Must we starye-we
who are so ready TO work."
NO, We shall not starve Pappy. pappyl
Don't cry You break my heart" Cornelia
said, STOPPING over him and pressing her
lips 20 his forehead. DO believe in me a
little longer. | shall do something-just
what ! do not know-but something-de-
pend on that"
We have no money-nOthing-and the
rent coming due. How are we to live?
the old man mOaned CoTnelia stroked his
hair. She was very white, and her eyes
burned, but her voice was sweet and
even as she said:
On, what a tragic pappy, Dearest /
snail md way through. | have done II
many times before. Now let me make
you comfortable, then 1 must go away. |
Nhen | come back / give you my word /
our affairs shall wear a more satisfactory
complexion"
But how will you do it?" the old man
persisted. Cornelia drew a hard breath. !
then said, still I'm that even voice, Gov
ernor / don't just know how, but | do |
know that | shall do it,"
some little time after she sat tremu- |
lousy facing Mai, Fyfer. head OF the puh- |
fishing firm. John Desmond's book had |
beeh out TWO months. but certain shv |
pride had held the writer of il from MAX
ing a sing inquiry as to its progress II |
hdd given her a turn in fact-the seeing |
OF posters at the L stations But to her |
mind that argued nothing-everything had |
Its poster nowadays. Still, she was glad |
or the sight. BY this time ii must he |
somewhat shown, whether or not the tbing /
had any vitality, and that was all impor- |
tant to her, who had come intent upon |
asking Fyfer & Co. to buy it outright.
II they will give me a hundred dollars"
she was saying to herself as she answer |
ed MAJ FLYERS inquiry for her father
But no-that sounds Northumberland
De l had better say fifty-we could barely
squeeze through on fifty-but, oh, If only
was not forced 10 askr'
You are just in time, Miss Thornley,
We were on the point Of sending I'D TO
you several letters which came in this
morning for John Desmond" Mai FvfCr
said, with genial smile
'Tney must be from very good naonra
who have found A Rope Of Sand, wictsJ
do not see the wickedness. Did Won
MAJ Fyfer?" Cornelia said. lightly
though her breath came short.
NO. l did not find IL wicked hut road
-rs may De different We have sold two |
-dItlohs OF IL and have a third OF Z OO0 i'm |
-fess' MAJ. Fyter returned, with twink
ing eyes. Il want 10 congratulate Won
heartily upon your success, which IL
nay ten you, the success of the season {"
for IuI minute COrnelia could No. |
'pe9K. Things danced before her in En-
haddest whirl. Mai. Fyfer looked AZ he
leenly-so keenly he could not heIn I'M,
lote the faded decency of her gentIewo.
mans ngure. Perhaps he read thera
'lofy OF poverty, trim and well brushed
'ut poverty none the less. He looked
'afeiuily 'er her head. and said. or
landedly:
sorry the 5jor has been Ill: sickness
great homeopathic, too. If vou
reed any money, Miss Thornley,. We SHAH
% happy "a edvance-"
On might ! have hundred dollars
isH' 10" Iorneha said, and for the {
'!sl tihe mat day her eyes were misty
rive huhated II you want IT," Mai
s''t 'e'uLhvd' smiling We must treat
% Uea you know, or you will be
iVals." "a 'ui
me rest was Ike dream to her until
ne was saie upon the J. train, her purse | {
U'si's WIN notes and gold pieces. Then ]
ONCulleu 10 her 10 break the seals of
Iie Il.Lee letters she had found in wait
ng. When she had read them sbs nd |
much ado 10 keep from her old ,oTnha,.,I /
ilck OF "Aistilns aloud. But she did re- !
rain, and when the train had got nar,I,, .
p town she left IL and betook herself - !
ne oAlces OF McCullOm-McCullom who :
ad helped her around 80 many hard co... /
erS. I
once she had defined McCullom "a her ,
ither as an etheTie vibration In a busl- =
ess suit" He had a compelling law q :
ay-colored mustache and blue ewes. as i
indy as they were keen. Neither mortal I
or mugwump had ever seen him COM 4
letely quiescvnL II was popularity be- J
eyed, indeed, that he slept with one ear I
pen IN hear the faintest murmur Of an \
iiior. and the other yet more keenIy !
uent 10 catch the name Of the newest A
teraTy idol.
Come IN, Miss Thornley,. Began IN | {
l!nk you were dead-that Won had ,
rowned yourself In sheer envy because =
Oh are not John Desmond" he called Ii
,oking up from q bunch OF CLIPPINGS | n
yer which he was poFiHg Lord, but y
lat fellow has got there with both feet /,
Tho IL he. anyway? Engl.sh--III bel h
,uryCHce on that. We don't have his sor,