The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1904-03-10

--Reuben's books and papers, furniture
everything clean gone to smash, and not
farthing of insurance anywhere"
"And ReubenP asked Sarah solicit
ously.
HE was out-when he came back the
place was a ruin. All his papers were
gone, the money that he had, the novel
that he was writing--but he came to see
me In the hospital that night, just as If
nothing had happened. The worst came
after the blow-up. had borrowed money
on the strength Of selling the picture,
and Reuben had become my security; and
when couldn't pay, he was dropped on,
and he has been working off my loan as
well as his own ever since-killing him
self with work, poor boy" and Jennings
began to weep again.
'There, there, the worst Is over, now
that have come to help you," she said.
1--WE will change all this"
HE changed by degrees-he became
more discontented and aggravating like,
after his awful bad luck. Then Lucy
went raYing mad-had her call, she says
and took to preaching, and bullied Reu-
ben and me about our souls, till one day
Reuben gave her piece of his mind-
and we all went different ways after that
She spoke to me this morning-it was
the first time for six months. She passes
me like dirt-she---"
"There, don't begin to cry again."
Sarah adjured; 81 am sorry, but it might
have been worse. I'm very glad that
came to London, to lead the way to bet
ter times"
John remained silent till the cab stop
ped in the dingy thoroughfare of Drury
Lane, before a small ironmonger's shop,
as shabby and rusty in its exterior as the
Jew-bolstered theaters for which the par
ish is famous.
"Here!" said Sarah in low whisper.
"He is close to his work--he saves
omnibus hire and shoe leather--but he
loses the country air and cheerful society
of Hope street." explained John jennings
with a sigh.
The cabman was dismissed, and John
Jennings paused on the curbstone and
pointed to an open door on the left-hand
side Of the shop.
"You go in there, and up to the very
top of all the stairs, and it's the back
room, Miss Eastbell."
"Stop one moment" cried Sarah, as
John was about to beat a precipitate
retreat. "You will not mind this. You
are not proud, and am indebted to you
you are poor, and am friend with
too much money. Pray do" she said
very hurriedly, then bank note was
thrust into his hand, and she disappeared
in the murky passage of the house, with
er he had not the courage to follow ber.
"What dreadful placer she muttered
to herself as she went up the dirty, un-
covered stairs, glancing through the
landing window as she passed at the
wilderness of houseroofs stretching be-
yond it. Two years of affluence had set
her old life wonderfully apart from her.
She reached the top of the house, and
went with slow, dragging steps to the
back room door, on the panels of which
she knocked.
mot in" she whispered to herself as
she knocked again, and again the deep
silence in the room beyond her warned
her of the fruitless sequel to her expedi-
ton. She tried the handle of the door,
which she found unlocked; there was un-
other pause, then she opened the door and
entered the room with vacillating steps,
resolved to wait till he came back, as,
under different circumstances, and with
her in distress, he would have waited half
a lifetime.
TO be continuedl