The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-10-11
CHAPTER XII.

father and Julia returned from Jersey.
My immediate future was not as black
as 1t might have been. | was going di-
rect to the house Of my friend Jack Sc
nior, who had been my chum at college.
He, like myself, had been hitherto
sort Of partner TO his father, the well
known physician, DIR. Senior, Of Brook
street. They lived together in highly
respectable but gloomy residence, kept
bachelor fashion, for they had no wom-
an-kind at all belonging to them. The
father and son lived good deal apart,
though they were deeply attached to one
another. Jack had his own apartments,
and his own guests, In the spacious
house, and DR., Senior had his.
The first night, as Jack and | sat up
together in the long summer twilight, |
told him eyerything-as one tells friend
a hundred things one cannot put into
words to any person who dwells under
the same roof, and Is witness Of every
circumstance Of ones career.
AS was talking to him, every emotion
and perception Of my brain, which had
been in a wild state Of confusion and con-
tiict, appeared to fall into its proper
rank. l was no longer doubtful as to
whether / had been the fool my father
called me. My love for Olivia acquired
force and decision. My judgment that
1t would have been folly and crime
to marry Julia became confirmed.
"Old fellow" said Jack, when ! had
finished, you are In no end Of a mess"
'Well, | am" / admitted; "but what
am to do?"
First of all. how much money have
your he asked.
"I'd rather not say" ! answered.
Come, old friend" he said, in his
most persuasive tones, "have you fifty
pounds In hand?"
'NO," | replied.
That's badr' he said; "but 1t might
be worse. I've lots of tin, and we al
ways went shares"
II must look out for something to do
tomorrow" remarked.
"Ah, yesY he answered dryly, you
might go as assistant to parish doctor,
or get a berth on board aS emigrant
ship There are lots of chances for a
young fellow. / tell you what" he said,
I've a good mind to marry Julia mysess
I've always liked her, and we want a
woman in the house. That would put
things straighter, wouldn't til"
"She would never consent to leave
Guernsey" answered. laughing ''That
was one reason why she was SO glad to
marry me-"
Ill h. aotd
mind me having Oliviaf"
Don't jest about such thing" | re-
piled; "it is too serious a question with
me-"
"You are really in lover he answered.
81 viii not jest at 1t. But | am ready
to do anything to help you, old boy"
SO it proved, for he and DR.. Senior did
their best during the next few weeks to
find a suitable opening for me. | made
their house my home, and was treated as
a most welcome guest in it. Still the
time was lrksome. They were busy
whilst | was unoccupied.
My mothers letters did not tend to
raise my spirits. The tone of them was
uniformly sad. She told me the food of
sympathy for Julia had risen very high
indeed; from which | concluded that the
public Indignation against myself must
have risen to the same tide mark. Julia
had resumed her old occupations, but her
spirit was quite broken. Johanna Carey
had offered to go abroad with her, but
she had declined.
A friend Of Julia's, said my mother in
another letter, had come to stay with
her, and endeavor to rouse her. 1t was
evident she did not like this Kate Dal-
trey, herself, for the dislike crept out
unawares through all the gentleness of
her phrases. "She says she is the same
age as Julia" she wrote, 'but she is
probably some years older; for as she
does not belong to Guernsey we have no
opportunity of knowing" laughed
when read that. 'Your father admires
her very much" she added.
There was not a word about Olivia.
Sark itself was never mentioned, and il
might have sunk into the sea. My eye
ran over every letter first with the hope
of catching that name, but l could not
find It. This persistent silence on my
mothers part was very trying.
h&a bNSA aNay AA0h lMN
months, and Jack was making arrange
ments for a long absence from London
rs soon as the season was over. leaving
sae in charge, when received the fol
lowing letter from Johanna Carey:
Dear Martin-Your father and Julia
have been here this afternoon, and have
conhded TO me a very sad and very pain
full secret. which they ask me 10 break
gently to you. You must come home
again for a season. Even Julia wishes
1t, though she cannot stay in the same
house with you. and will go to her. OWE
with her friend Kate Daltrey. YouE
father cried like a child. He takes Il
more to heart than should have expect
ed. Yet there is no immediate danger
she may live for some months yet. Ny
poor Martin. you win have mother only
a few months longer. Three weeks agC
she and went to Sark, at her own ur'