The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-08-13

more and more wealth, he had passed
out Of their lives without even a
sight of the child.
And Low, of course, with Mrs.
Downs death, something must be
done. Doubtless his sister had had
intimate friends among her own sex.
The problem would be solved some
how.
And it was, but not just as he had
expected.
Edith settled 1t for herself, when she
came to greet him, big-eyed, slender
lily-like and sorrowful. The daughter
was her mother of their honeymoon
days.
Yates reached out his arms with a
great cry. The paternal instinct
awoke with a rush that robbed him
of speech But the girl understood.
She was the sort who could read men
Alright.
From that hour Edlth's happiness
and social success were of more vital
interest to Henry Yates than the ac-
Quirement Of stocks and bonds. The
latter were useful only in furthering
her interests.
Mr.. Yates built palace on Million
aires row and cursed in his heart the
social lights who withheld their beams
from his lovely daughter.
A lordling Of depleted fortune but
irreproachable social connections came
and saw but did not conquer. Yates
said the price was too high, and his
daughter, curled up In his never-fail-
ing arms, thanked him between sobs
of Joy.
But all this did not help matters
when Allen Houston appeared on the
horizon, and, so far as Edith was con-
cerned, filed 1t completely. Young
Houston had a small patrimony a ire
mendOus fund Of ambition, and the
profile of a poet.
Henry Yates said NO." Edith re
membered the lonely years her father
had spent, talked pathetically, yet not
waveringly, Of duty" and Houston
flung himself into the wilds of the
west.
Edith did not grieve openly, but the
loving eyes Of her father were not to
be deceived. He became restless and
anxious, and so they decided that New
York was unbearable and the sight of
New Orleans during the Mardi Gras
would do them both good.
Mr. Yates planned the trip without
consulting Edith. They would go to
Memphis by rail and there board one
of the old-fashloned sternwheel river
boats for New Orleans.
Somehow, with the sting Of social
failure and the mad rush of his bust.
ness life wearing upon him Yates
was hungry for the old life-life he
had known when he was only "Mr.
Clerk" of The Belle of the West"
Those were the days when the Yates
fortune was represented by three ig.
ures, and during those river trips he
had laid the foundations for the pros.
perity which now ran into eight fig.
ures.
They reached Memphis at night, but
he insiested upon a glimpse of the ma.
jestic sheet Of swirling, yellow water,
1t was like meeting an old friend, he
declared, and, with Edith's arm held
close TO his side. he added:
Il never realized how tired was un.
I'll | got within sound Of my old
friends voice"
The next morning they went on
board the Valley Queen. Yates thrill
ed as his foot touched the deck. He
walked briskly TO the little window
on the saloon deck and exclaimed:
"Mr. Clerk, | want two Of your besi
rooms to New Orleans"
A blue-coated figure came close T.
the window, a strong, masculine hand
held out some keys, and a voicS
which made Mr.. Yates start answered
The best two on board, Mr.. Yates
and l hope you will fnd Jour triI