Evening journal., 1900-01-11

own way. only Mrs. Drdine, no moro
cultivated or intellectual than your
self, has risen TO a rank OF a leader Of
society, ana belongs to all the literary
associations, all the elegant gatherings
In town"
Eyes" said Katie. admit all that.
But Mr.. Draine is q merchant with
an Independent income. You are q
cashier on limited salary. II / kept
house as Mrs. .Draine does, everything
would be at skies and sevens"
what very common expression,
Katier
But It means so much, Charlie"
Mrs. Westbrook was in her nursery
a few minutes later, when the little
maid whom she kept came hurrying
upstairs, wiping her hands on her
checked gingham apron.
Dear ma'am." said she, breathless-
~. eager to communicate her news;
here's a dreadful thingP
What is il, LizzieT asked her mis-
iress.
"Alrs Draine's nurse has just been
over. ma'am, a-crying and a-takin'
on dreadful The poor children Is
iostw
Lost In a city like this Impossi-
bier
but they Is. maam. There amt
nothin' been seen of 'em since .
o'clock this morning Bridget sup
posed they'd run after their mothers
carriage-and Mrs Draine. she sup
posed they were safe at home with
Bridget-and now they amt nowhere!
And Mrs. Draine. she's a-goin' into
Mysteries awful. and Mr. Draine's
swearing fit to take the top of the
ceiling off,"
Poor creatureg' said Mrs. West
brook softly-and arm In arm with her
husband she went over to the stately
| Draine mansion to offer their sym
patty and assistance.
Mr. Draine's teeth were set together
Ills eyes were blazing.
ats what we might have expect
ed" he said: neither more nor less
My wife gave up the care Of the little
ones 10 hirlings-they have proved as
little worthy of trust as we might
have knownl Louisa" to his wife
"if anything serious has happened e
orr children the blame viii lie at YOU
door,
Herbert, how can you be so crue
so heartlessg' sobbed Mrs. Draine
But at this moment a face looked IL
ut the half-open door-a face so white
and ghastly--sO full of unexpressee
horror that Mrs. Westbrook involun
tarily held her breath. The man beck
oned 10 her.
'You are friend of the familyf"
Il have come to see what good
could do" she hesitatingly answered
Perhaps. then, you can break tn
tidincs to the poor woman" he whis
pcrcd. There are two children a
the Grand Central Depot badly hurt
and from the description telegraphe'
To the police station we fear they ar
the lost children of this Mrs. Draine
They had stolen into freight car ans
there fallen asleep-and on being SUD
denly aroused and sent out by ca
: loader, wandered, In their bewildel
: ment. directly across the track OF a
incoming engine, just detached frol
= a train. One cannot survive long; I'll
other is also seriously II not fatal
hurt. They are bringing them here o
+ stretchers; they viii probably be q
, the door by the time you can prepat
the mothers mind for the shock"
That hours work was the hardei
Z and bitierest that Katie Westbroo
ever did
/ Don't bring them near me. can
bear to look at them. / have kille
themw wildly walled Mrs. Draine-an
It was Mrs. Westbrook's tender arm
that lifted the bruised and dying II
: tie ones into their cribs, so soon, ala
to be vacant: Mrs. Westbrook's han
that held the draught TO their parche
lips.
SO they died-and the great hOus
was desolate and alone.
q Katie" said Mr.. Westbrook, n
next day, when he saw his wife amor
5 her little ones, serene, loving, ev'
Is quick 10 heed their baby wants, "yC
are right about n mothers duties. &c
e preserve us from ever drinking the hi
Is ter cup that has been held to Mr.
e Draines liDsw
And Katie murmured: amen"
b Gen. Gordon and Lord Kitchener