The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1904-02-25

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"You are very handy" he said again,
"and I'm not so old as you would fancy
by good many years, and you are quite
a young woman. When you are well and
strong, we might make a match of it,
Sarah. Why notT'
Good graciousr' said Sarah Eastbell.
1t was her first offer, and she took 1t
with fair amount of philosophy, despite
despite her weakness. She was more as
tonished than confused, although there
was a Pickering of color for an instant
OH her cheeks.
Il don't want you to hurry over II"
he continued, confidentially, "or to tell
Lucy anything about it yet, or even to
drop hint to your cousin Reuben"
But l have quite made up my mind
never to marry, thank YOU"
II haven't jumped at this In a hurry.
Ever since you have been here, | have
been thinking how forlorn you'll be when
the old lady dies ht Worcester-how lone
/ ly l shall be when Lucy marries and goes
away"
rs she likely to marry soon"
II sometimes fancy that your cousin
Reuben and she understand each other"
THAT must be wrong" said Sarah, de-
cisively; 81 don't think she likes Reuben
much"
"You are bad judge, Sarah. You
didn't think | liked you much"
"Oh you are not coming around again
to that foolish subjectw cried Sarah.
"Shopw
"a customerw cried John Jennings,
very much astonished. "Bless my soul,
so there isw
John Jennings peered over the little
wire blind that screened the back parlor
from vulgar gaze, and when he had re-
garded the customer sufficiently he went
into the shop, and faced him behind the
grimy counter.
What can l have the pleasure of
showing you, sir?" he said, politely.
do you know any one in the street of
the name of CulwickT"
He lives here, sir"
"Then why didn't you tell me 30, in.
stead of blinking your eyelds at me?"
shouted the man, so iercely that John
Jennings backed against a gross Of rock
et-sticks, and brought them rafting to
the floor.
"Do you know who l amp" the new
conner said pompously; "have you any
idea whom you are addressing2 l am
Reuben Culwick's father"
"Oh, sir" said John; will you please
do us the honor of stepping inside?"
He opened the door, and Simon Cul- |
wick of Sedge Hill followed him into the
or1n rrrho 10 ,l,so L
had never seen-was still working busily |
at the lengths"
I'll send my sister down>to you, sir, |
at once. You'll find that she can talk |
to you better than can," said John.
Sarah Eastbell, ignorant of the visitors |
name and position, glanced furtively at
her great-uncle when she was sure that |
he was not looking at her, and thought |
what an overgrown and ugly man he |
was. Suddenly his deep voice bayed |
forth at her and startled her.
What do you want for it?" he said,
and she looked at him now, and discov-
cred that he was staring at the picture
above the looking glass.
"For that, sir?" she answered; II don't
think that it's for sale"
whats the good of 1t up thereF"
81 don't know, sir"
"Nor any one else," he said scornfully:
'the gas, and smoke, and flies have made
a mass of dirt of it."
"It's not dirt-Miss Jennings scrubbed
it last Saturday" replied Sarah, in de-
fense of the family cleanliness.
Scrubbed itp' cried Mr.. Simon Cul
wick, betraying extraordinary animation
now.
"Yes-with soap and water"
"Mercy on us" calculated Mr.. Cul-
wick. II might make bid for it before
went away If your brother would not
mind taking it down presently" he con-
tinued ''it's impossible to make out what
it is like up there"
Its a girls head, l think"
ut might as well be Sleeps" growl-
ed Mr.. Culwick Cant you get It down
now before your brother comesT
He, is not my brother-only one of
those who have been kind to me in this
house."
"Oh!-they are kind people here
then| he inquired, still looking at the
picture.
"And poor. That makes their kindness
and their goodness all the more grateful
to me-" she said thoughtfully, "and all
the more precious to God"
"Eh-what" said the big man, taken
aback by the sudden earncstness with
which his companion spoke.
"And if you have come to do them a
bad turn, I-I-hope you'll think about
it twice, SIR" cried Sarah, leaning for
ward, with the tears swimming in her
eyes, "for they are honest, Woodworking
people, and deserving of your charity.
They only wish to be left alone, to have
time given them to turn round"
"Oh, do they? Does Mr. Reuben Gull
wick want time to turn round, too?"
He, sirr exclaimed Sarah, with a
musical little laugh, why, no. Mr.. Reu-
ben Culwick is a gentleman" cried
Sarah, full of eloquence now, "a real
born gentleman; the son of the richest
man in Worcester, l have lived for some
time In Worcester, where Reuben's faith
er is well known. He is not a gentleman
like the son is-not bit of a gentleman
but proud, hard man, without NOR
sci of love for his own boy"
You must have had all this stuff from
Reuben. He talks against his father all
day here, l see"
He never mentions his name. Once
when | spoke of his father he was very
angry with me-"
And who are your he rejoined.
"A poor girl whom he tried to rescue
from the streets-his second
much below him in the world, who was
first afraid of him and doubtful of him.
but who has learned to love him very
much for all his kindness If am ever
saved she cried usiastically-"and
Lucy thinks l shall bet will be Cous-
IN Reuben who led me to the light, when
there was nothing but darkness about my
awful life. He want time to turn
round!' she cried scornfully, "why. he's
above all help from mortal man, sir"
He saved you, and you are his second
cousin, What's your namef' he said
sharply.
Sarah Eastbell."
The girl who tried to pass bad money
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