The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1904-03-17

of confidence In the result OF her mission,
full of faith in being of service to Reu-
ben Culwick, and Of Reuben being CRATE
full for her efforts in his behalf, and the
result had been an ignominious discom-
fture. She had left home against the
wishes of her grandmother, and in oppo-
sition to the advice of her grandmothers
companion, Mary Holland. Still the
granddaughter was not sorry that she
had been to London, although she had
failed in being of service to Reuben Cul-
wick. She had seen him; he had prom
ised to come to Sedge Hill some day; he
was not altered so terribly as Miss Jen-
nings had asserted; he had spoken kind
ly to her; he was not jealous of her po-
sition in his fathers house; he had suf-
fered more from his own ventures in life
than from his disinheritance; 1t was not
the one misfortune, but the many, which
had altered him and aged him, and he
would be the same frank, warm-hearted
fellow presently, she prayed.
She reached Worcester in safety, and
hired fly took her the rest of the way
home. 1t was between and o'clock
of that autumn evening when the great
front door was opened to admit her. The
staid man servant wore so grave an ex-
preston Of countenance that Sarah said
quickly:
"All is we'll, l hope, Wills2 Mrs. East
bell Is upstairs, supposeP
"She Is downstairs this evening. In
the drawing room"
"She has been ill-advised to go there.
The place is large and cold, and
Sarah Eastbell paused in mute aston
ishment, for the sound of violin, not
unskillfully played, came from the d.
rection of the room in which she had been
told her grandmother was. Music had
filed the house with harmony Of late
days, for Mary Holland was fair pian-
ist, and Mrs. Eastbell was fond Of music,
it had been ascertained; bat violinp play
ing had not been one Of "the compan-
ions" accomplishments.
"Who is it?' she cried.
ITS Captain Peterson, Miss Eastbell.
If you will allow me to explain how"
But Sarah Eastbell was of too excita-
ble nature to wait for an explanation,
when the mystery was to be cleared up
/
and went at once to the drawing room.
There were four persons In the room be-
sides herself, and she looked from one
to another with keen watchfulness that
hardly died away when her appearance
was observed. Her heart sank a great
deal, but she had the self-possession to
keep bold front to the enemy-for sure
ly it was the enemy who had appeared at
Sedge Hill In the unlucky time of her ab-
sence, and whose coming she had feared
before that day, although not expecting
it in this fashion.
Half sitting, half reclining by the great
coal fire burning In the steel grate,. was
the old blind woman, her spare form
draped in heavy ruby velvet, over which
meandered gold chain thick enough for
a door fastening. On her gray hairs had
been set turban kind of headdress, but
1t had slipped sidewise, and presented a
grotesque appearance, Mary Holland sat
quiet and grave over her wool work, and
near her were two visitors.
The younger of the two was her broth
er Tom, glossy as raven In brand-new
suit of black, and the stranger was a mid.
dle-sized good-looking, highly colored,
dark man of eight or nine-and-tweuty,
, who at the moment of Sarah's entrance
was playing a violin fantasia for the ben
eft of the company.
1t was Mary Holland who first per-
ceived our heroine, and rose as if to cross
the room toward her, subsiding into her
seat again as Thomas Eastbell sprang
from his chair with a shout of welcome
that nearly scared his grandmother into
the FIRE.
what, Sal-Sally-Sarahr' he ex-
claimed, correcting his address to her as
he proceeded, ito think that you weren't
at home to say how dye do to your only
brother after all these blessed years. Kiss
me, gal-how are you? Shiver my tim
bers, what beauty you have grown to-"
Keep back, please-wait moment"
she said in low, suppressed voice.
But Thomas Eastbell was impetuous
like his sister. He flung his arms round
her, and clasped her to his bosom, crush
ing her hat and fall in the process.
I'm delighted to see you, Sarah-you
don't know how glad | am to see YOU
again." said Tom; 1--WE were always such
chums like Why, you and scarcely
ever had an angry wOrd-we agreed to-
gether beautifully"
you came here-when p asked Sarah,
listlessly as she got away from him, and
removed her hat and cloak. The fanta.
sia had ceased, and the violinist was
standing looking down at the carpet in
highly decorous manner
Saturday evening late, after you had
gone" answered Tom. "Grandmothcr
was awfully pleased. | can tell you. Cap
tain Peterson, my sister Sarah-Miss
Eastbell, my particular friend, Captain
Peterson"
Sarah bowed and looked hard at the
Captain, who made grave obeisance in
return.
1T affords me great pleasure to have
the honor of an introduction to Miss East
bell," he said in low tone of voice,
which died away in a whisper as he sat
down again.
And to think that you and Tom are
both together in this great, grand, windy
house." said Mrs. Eastbell, both taking
care of me in my old age! you used to tell
me all the good news of Tom, Sally. and
how he was getting on in the world, and
prospering, and that used to keep my
heart light"
"Ay-it did," said Sarah, sorrowfully.
"And I'm very much obliged to Sally"
said Tom, with a sudden grin that was as
spasmodic as a clockwOrk figures; "some
sisters would have backhited a brother
while he was away, and set his relatives
against him; but you didn't, SallyY
mo"
mot that you have been talking much
about me lately, l understand" said
Tom. 'since the dear old lady has come
into a fortune. But you did once-and
I'm grateful to the last day of my life" :"
He leaned across the table in order
that he might peer more closely into her
face, and Sarah answered slowly:
"We will talk Of the past-and Of the
future-at q fitting time"
"As you please. Take your own time.
Sarah" was the reply; you viii find me
and the Captain in the picture gallery
presently. The Captain is a follower Of
the arts himself.
"0h, Thomasw said the Captain, rails
ing both hands deprecatinRly. "an sd-