The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-03-05

Sarah Eastbefi-no black and whit
striped dress even to identify its wearer
He fingered till the last, and went mood
lily back to his lodgings, certain in hi
own mind that Sarah Eastbell had seel
him and avoided him.
There was another Sarah Eastben OF
his mind, too-the old woman Mt st
Oswald's, down in Worcestershire. Wha
! was she doing, PROSTATE and blind, with
out her nurse, and without q friend? HI
| took up the current number of the Penny
Trumpet to refresh himself with An ar
| ticle of his own composition, and then 81
| advertisement. stared at him In the face
Cheap Excursion to Worcester, Malvern
| and Gloucester" Reuben counted his
shillings carefully, looked up at the cell
ing, and went into an elaborate mental
calculation on the spot. Yes, he would
go away again.
The next day he was In Worcester
walking up the Tithing as if the place be-
longed to him. He passed through the
gateway and entered the square court
yard, where he stood looking round him
as If for his Second-cousin Sarah, whose
appearance seemed wanting to complete
the picture. The door of his aunt's room
was open, and he walked toward it, and
entered the apartment, where all was us
: he expected to find it. The old woman
lay in her bed as he had seen her last, a
quiet, patient, watchful woman, and there
was no one with her. Surely 1t was only
yesterday since he had called at St. Os-
waId's.
who's there?" said Sarah Eastbell,
sharply, as he entered.
Your nephew" he answered, walking
to the bedside. You received my letter
about SarahT'
Yes. 1t was kind of you to think Of
her.
Where is she?" said Reuben.
"Well," replied Mrs Eastbell; "she has
gone away for a little change. She will
be back soon"
us she in London?"
Eyes"
What made Sarah leave your"
why, Tom came back from sea. Her
brOther-a fine strapping young feIlov v,
who has got on in the world. He came
here to see me at once" the old lady con-
tinued, land insisted upon giving Sally
bit of change before he went away
on board ship again, and the child wanted
change, and they said looked Ill, and SO
persuaded her to CO."
HAS she written to you SINGER"
10 be sure. There's a letter Of hers
on the mantelpiece now"
Reuben Culwick walked across and
took down a letter therefrom. To his
1t was addressed to two persons,
the second one being communicated with
lead pencil at the top of the paper.
Don't read this to grandmother" was
written in lead pencil, and in quite a
lady's hand. keep her as cheerful az
you can without me. Let her think that
am coming back soon-that am hapDy
with Tom, and that he is very kind.
can't think of breaking the truth to her
yet, that can never, never come back
any more"
Who reads the letters to you, aunt?''
ne asked curiously.
Mrs. Muggeridge or her niece. gener-
ally, because the old lady stammers
Dreadful"
Now, why are all these people hum
9ugglng this poor womanW muttered
Reuben as he took great handful of his /
beard into consideration with him.
While he meditated, a very sallow face.
'hiseled deeply with ridges, peered round
he room door, and two greenish ewes
'ilnked at him through spectacles with
vide horn rims.
One moment, Mrs. Muggeridge," Reu-
zen fastened to say. II want YOU or
our niece to tell me about Mrs, East
'ells granddaughter-where she has
one, and why she has gone"
MY niece" said Mrs. Muggeridge,
baking her head again. "Ah! that's a
title trick to keep that poor old soul 90
ne bit till we take her off to the ceme-
cry which can't be very long now, The
Dung lady thought 1t would be the better
Ian not to tell her anything"
What young ladyY'
She who comes once or twice dav
ow' just to see her. Why, here she IL
0 be sure" ''
(To be continued.)
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