The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1904-11-03
granting this unusual freedom, and

SEND that awful poStnan after her.
On and on they went, past great
doors where throrgs of people were
entering and leaving, and past store
windows full of toys which, another
day, would have delighted her. No one
noticed the little runaway, or If they
| did, 1t was only to smile, and remark
how bright and earnest the brown eyes
were, or how the low white socks had
slipped down so as to be almost in.
visibe-fOr Mrs. Madison dressed her
baby as well as she could afford, even
neglecting her own dress to do so.
Dolly took no interest in the gay
throngs of people that she passed. She
had an indistinct idea of what she
wanted to do, and she kept on.
Soon the streets grew less noisy, and
broader, there was an occasional tree,
and the sidewalks were smoother.
Houses took the place of stores, and
the child began to realize how tired
she was. Her little feet were burn
ing, and seemed very hard to lift, and
she sighed, soft baby sigh. Then her
face lit up.
Now we'll look for the incest. pret-
test house, Spot" she said eagerly,
then we'll ring the bell and they'll say
come in That's what mamma did"
In well-furnlshed library, a gentle
man was lying on a sofa, one foot,
which was tightly bandaged, on a pill
low. The doctor, who had just re-
moved his hand from the bandage,
rose to go.
ITS too bad, old man." he said
ITS bad sprain, and will take some
time to cure. 1t was the first time
you'd been out since Ethels death,
wasn't itF'
The patient nodded and cleared his
throat at the mention Of his 6-year-old
girl, who had died two weeks before.
Her mother was dead, also, and he
was alone. His kind, genial nature
had changed since the death of his
child.
The doctor took his leave, and Mr..
Abbott was left to himself. He picked
up a book, tried to read, threw it
down, and picked up magazine. But
that soon followed the book, and he
rang the bell impatiently.
Get me cigar, will you, Thomas?"
he said to an old servant.
Thomas did as he was told, casting
a plying look at his young master.
ITS too bad, sir" he said
ITS beastly slow" grumbled Mr..
Abbott, with little kick at his wound
ed foot. Thomas, if a. one calls,
show him in"
Half an hour later the doorbell rang,
and as Thomas went along the hall,
Mr.. Abbott pulled the afghan more
smoothly over his foot, saying half
aloud:
THANK heaven, need not spend the
afternoon alone"
He looked expectantly towards the
door as Thomas pushed it open, say
ing "A young lady to see you, sir"
and to his surprise, a child, hatless,
and with faltering steps entered the
room.
Thomas, what do you mean by
this?" he asked sharply. IF you call
this joke it is a very poor one"
He was hurt, and a sharp pang went |
through his heart. Those brown eyes
brought his Ethel back to him. What
right had another child with brown
eyes? and what
Thomas, very red Thomas, was
about to explain, when the child spoke.
Il came house-huntin'," she said |
simply, but" And a little sob |
rose in her throat-"if you're cross,
I'll go away"
Mr.. Abbott looked at her In some
surprise.
"Who are you, child?" he asked.
But instead of answering, the tired
little creature suddenly covered her
face with her hands and burst into
tears.
Come here" said the invalid, kind
y, and he put out his hand and caught
her dress "WhO are you, and why
lid you come house-hunting? Won't
you tell me all about it?"
Thomas quietly withdrew and closed
he door, but as he moved to and fro
IN the next room. he could hear the
Of the little girls voice, and
hen his masters, once more kind and
ender, as he comforted the tired child.
Presently the bell tinkled again, and
Thomas opened the door into the H.
1rary to be met with the words:
"Hush She's all tired out, poor
,hild. Can you lay her on the lounge
without waking her, Thomas? She is
In orphan, poor little mite"
Thomas lifted the sleeping child
rom the floor and laid her on the
OUNCE.
'She has a look like Ethel" mur-
nured Mr.. Abbott, softly.
The house which Dolly, when a lit.
lie girl Of four years, selected as "the
Incest. prettiest house." has been her
lone ever since.-Waverley.