Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-12-05

He q0dS seized bu the collar. cereIy that you will do your pest 10 Tt yourself to your new conditions. know it is hard, but with my lack of experience and my ignorance as to where to take hold 1t may be good many years before we can do any better"
 When Helen Thorpe read this she cried. Things had gone wrong that morning, and an encouraging word would have helped her. The somber tone of her brothers communication threw her into a fit of the blues from which for the first time she saw her surroundings in depressing and dis. tasteful light. And yet he had writ ten as he did with the kindest possible motives.
 Thorpe had the misfortune to be one of those individuals who, though care less of what people in general may think of them, are in corresponding degree sensitive to the opinion of the few they love. This feeling was fur ther exaggerated by a constitutional shrinking from any outward manifes-' tation of. the emotions. Perhaps for this reason he was never entirely sin cere with those he loved.
 After the disgrace of his father Har- ry Thorpe had done great deal of thinking and planning which he kept careru1Iy to nlmSeII. He considered in turn the different occupations to which he could turn his hand and neg atived them one by one. Few business firms would care to employ the son of as shrewd an embezzler as Henry Thorpe. Finally he came to decision. He communicated this decision to his sister. It would have commended it. self more logically to her had she been able to follow step by step the consid-> eration that had led her brother to it. As the event turned, she was forced to accept it blindly. She knew that her brother intended going west, but as to his hopes and plans she was in igno- rance. A little sympathy, little mu- tual understanding, would have meant great deal to her, for girl whose mother she but dimly remembers turns, naturally to her next of kin. Helen Thorpe had always admired her broth CT, but had never before needed him. She had looked upon him as strong,
 
 At the beginning of the row in the smoking car Thorpe laid aside his let ter and watched with keen apprecia- tion the direct practicality of the train mems method. When the bearded man fell before the conductors blow, he turned to the individual at his side.
 ''He knows how to hit, doesn't he?" he observed. "That fellow was knock ed well off his feet"
 "He does,". agreed the other dryly.
 They fell into a desultory converse tion of fits and starts. Woodsmen of the genuine sort are never talkative, and Thorpe, as has been explained, was constitutionally reticent. In the course of their disjointed remarks Thorpe explained that he was looking for work in the woods and intended first of all to try the Morrison & Daly camps at Beeson lake. ..- .-
 tKnow anything about logging?' in quired the stranger.
 Nothing" Thorpe confessed
 '.Afn't much show for anything but lumber jacks. What did you think of doing?"
 T don't know" said Thorpe doubt fully. T have driven horses a good deal. I thought might drive team"
 The woodsman turned slowly and looked Thorpe over with Nquizzical eye. Then he faced to the front again and spat. .-
 "Quite like,' he replied, still more dryly.
 The boys remark had amused him, and he had showed it, as much as he ever showed anything. Excepting all ways the river men, the driver of team commands the highest wages among out of door workers.
 It is easier to drive a fire engine than a logging fpesn