The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-09-06

sobbed, thank heaven you are come
back safe Oh, | have been very rebel
lous, very unbelieving. | ought to have
known that you would be safe. Oh, l
am thankful"
80 am l, mother" l said, kissing her.
you have come back like a barbs-
rian," she said "rougher than Tardif
himself. How have you managed, my
boy? You must tell me all about 1t.
"As soon as have had my breakfast,
mother, | must put up few things in
hamper to go back by the Sark cutter"
| answered.
what sort Of thngs?" she asked. "Tell
me, and will be getting them ready for
you"
"Well, there will be some medicines, Of
course" | said; you cannot help me in
that. But you can find things suitable
for delicate appetite; jelly, you know,
and Jams, and marmalade; anything nice
that comes to hand. And few amusing
books"
"Books!" echoed my mother.
| recollected at once that the books she
might select, as being suited to a Sark
peasant, would hardly prove interesting
to my patient. | could not do better
than 20 down to Barbet's circulating IL
brary and look out some good works
there.
"WeIl, no." | said; never mind the
books. If you will look out the other
things, those can wait"
who are they for? asked my mother
For my patient" / replied.
"What sort of a patient, Martini she
inquired again.
"Her name is Olivier" said. "A
common name. Our postman's name Is
Olivier"
"Oh, yes," she answered; 81 know sew
eral families Of Olliviers. | dare say l
should know this person il you could tell
me her Christian name. Is it Jane, or
Martha, or Rachel?'
Il don't know" | said; 81 did not ask"
The packing Of that hamper interested
me wonderfully; and my mother, rather
amazed at my taking the superintendent
| Of It in person, stood by me In her store
closet, letting me help myself literally.
There was good space left after | had
taken sufficient to supply Miss Olivier
with good things for some weeks to come,
IL my mother had not been by | should
have filled it up with books.
Give me loaf or two Of white bread" "
said; "the bread at Tardif's is coarse
and hard, as know after eating 1t for a
week"
whatever are you doing here, Mar
ting exclaimed Julia's unwelcome voice
behind me.
"He has been living on Tardif's coarse
fare for a week" answered my mother;
so now he has compassion enough for
his Sark patient to pack up some dainties
for her. II you could only give him one
or two Of your bad headaches he would
have more sympathy for you"
"Have you had one of your headaches
JuliaY | inquired.
"The worst | ever had,' she answered
1T was partly your going off in that rash
way, and the storm that came on after
and the fright we were in. You must
not think of going again, Martin.
shall take care you don't 80 after we are
married"
Julia had been used 10 speak out as
calmly about our marriage as II 1t was
no more than going to picnic. 1t graf
ed upon me just then; though it had been
much the same with myself. There wa;
no delightful agitation about the future
that lay before us. We were going t
set up housekeeping By ourselves, anC
that was all. There was no mystery II
1t; no problem to be solved; no discovery
TO be made on either side. There woult
be no Blue Boards chamber In our dwell
ing. We had grown up together; now w
had agreed to grow old together. Tha
, was the sum total Of marriage to Julii
/ and me.
Gnished packing the hamper, an,
sent Pellet with It to the Sark ONCE, hav
, Ing addressed 1t to Tsrdif, who had en-
J gagged to be down at the Creux Harbo