Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1903-02-14

my word-as l always do, and always
will. 1 don't want your help-you are IN
the way, and must GO"
'Gor' echoed the men
s"This house will be unsafe after to-
night, and we must vanish before it's
spotted. I will be in London tomorrow
evening, at the old place, with your
money"
One by one these men drifted away
from home, without a thought of Sarah
Eastbell's safety, and with an immense
amount of consideration for their own.
It was not murder that troubled their
mind SO acutely as completely with it, de-
lection, and sentence. If Ned would
take all the risk, he might murder half
Worcester for what they cared; but it
was out of their line, and they weuld pre-
fer to return to London as quickly as
possible, and wait for the money that had
been promised them, or the bad news
they half expected instead. 1t wss two
o'clock in the afternoon before thu last
of the three men passed out of the house,
and went away down the narrow lane
which led from the high road.
Captain Peterson stood at the front
door. He was in excellent spirits, and
he waved his hand to the disputatioUs
Barney, who was the last to leave, by
way of friendly salutation at parting.
They're gone," he muttered, "and
they're better gone, whichever way this
affair is likely to turn out"
He fingered at the door meditating on
the great scheme of his life. The sky was
overcast, and he looked up at it and
prophesied to himself that it would rain
before the morning. He walked round to
the opposite side of the house and gazed
modify at the water flowing twenty
PAGES from him, and alta boat lying on
the long grass above the river bank. One
glance at the darkened window in the top
most story where his fortune lay, he
thought, and then he returned to the
house meditating on the difficulties in
his way, and of his genius to surmount
them. He went into the house, and up
stairs to the first floor room, wherein we
have seen him gaze with interest at an
early hour of the morning.
"Bess," he said in sharp voice, and
at the summons small thin-faced child,
in hat and cloak, appeared at the door.
"You have come back then, father"
eyes"
Edward Peterson went downstairs, fol-
lowed by the little girl. At the front
door he said:
''You were wise to keep to your room
to-day, little woman, for they have been
very cross, and Mrs. Eastbell has been
worse than ever. You must find your
way to Worcester tonight, all by your
self Two miles from here is a railway
station-you know it, where the red and
green lights shine out like big eyes after
n 0hOnt here
deal, and know your way WELL and You
can find the station. Now take care Of
that money"
He placed some money in her hands,
and she wrapped it up in corner Of
dirty white handkerchief and tucked it
down the bosom of her dress, wrapping
her cloak round her afterward with all
the carefulness and confidence OF
woman.
"At the railway station ask for third
class ticket for Worcester. When the
train comes up to the platform, get in.
When they call out Worcester get out.
At Worcester a lady, very pretty, and
with hands full of toys, will be waiting
for you at the postof11ce. Ask the way
to the postoffice like woman as you are,
and when you see the lady under the
clock, say, Pa keeps his word-Im Bes-
sie.'"
"All right" said the child again, with
rare amount of confidence in her own
comprehension of the details, which,
however, he asked her to repeat, listen
ing attentively to the recital.
She needed no second bidding to be eff
it had not been so happy home that
she should grieve for it or him, and there
had been a promise Of a glorious change
for her, and bright child-world. She
ran off quickly toward the narrow lane,
already full of shadow that murky after
noon.