Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1904-04-28

NOiuhu needed protection BtilL
why are you waiting here nowT be
asked the servant.
IF you please, sir, Mr.. Thomas East
bell has come back again. He has been
looking for you. and for the doctor, he
says--and thought that would sit here
M usual"
Where IL the manT'
"ln bis own room, changing bis clothes,
which are wet"
I'VE will not disturb him. Have you
my aunt's keysT
There was n little lamp upon the brack.
ct, and he passed Into his aunt's bed.
chamber, Hartley remaining at her post
II was a solemn moment In his life. which
he remembers well. II was his last duty
to the dead woman, and 10 the wishes Of
yesternight, before the tragedy Of life
fell on them like pail.
He opened the iron box In which the
| will had been deposited, and where
glance assured him that II lay undisturb-
ed, and then he closed and locked the
box again. while the thought came to
him that Il might never be Of use TO
Seeond-cousin Sarah.
HAS that man come back because he
thinks 80, toof" he muttered; "is Il pos
Eible that this should be the end Of my
fathers money--of yours, poor worn-out
heart, that never was made happy by Its
acquisitlonf II / have done you wrong,
old soul, pray forgiveness now" lie
murmured.
"Amen," said deep voice at his side
and he turned at the solemn response, for
which he was pnprepared A thin wom-
an, clad in shabby black, stood In the
doorway looking at him.
Lucy Jennings" he exclaimed.
"You telegraphed to me this MORN
Ing" she said, advancing: you asked me
many questions, and | have come TO an
swer them In person"
ut was kind Of you, Lucy" he said,
holding out his hand TO her, "for l am In
great tr0ubles'
They went out Of the room together
Reuben Culwick locked the door, and
gave the key TO Hartley, after which
Lucy and he descended TO the hall, Lucy
calym and grave.
"What do you know Of the Petersonsi 2
don r asked Reuben eagerly; have you
u CjSW 10 lilClE huuFebSF
II think / have"
How did you find ltf"
Among my circle Of penltents aud Of
poor mortals struggling out Of crime
there are many links of life TO the dark
world. found friends to help ME ct
once. Patience. III Sarah Eastbell has
been lured away by these Petersons, the
clew TO their haunt has been already
pointed out"
Heaven bless you, Lucyp
Probably bring a blessing to you
Il Is In there"
She pointed to the door Of the drawing
room, and he said eagerly as he strode
toward 1t:
SARAH
"Not she. 1t Is something you lost be-
fore your second-cousin, and took as
much to heart IN losing. II Is something
that changed you--and from which dated
your hardness, and your suspicious of
me--frst Of all. 1t may be your own
flesh and blood, for what l know"
He left Lucy Jennings, and went with
quick steps into the drawing room, where
on the sofa lay a child asleep, poorly
clad little girl of FIVE years old. with
her hat lying by her side, and a tangled
mass of fair, wavy curls thrust back from
her face
"Totsw he cried In his astonishment.
II met her In the streets Of Worcester,
near the poStoffice," said Lucy. at was
raining hard, and she was crying because
a lady had not come to fetch her. Her
father had sent her to Worcester, she
said"
"Wlll she remember meT
'It is unlikely--it is impossible"
"She was very young when she went
away, poor Tots" said Reuben, sadly re-
garding her. "Yes, l suppose 1t is inn
possible"
"She came with me in all confidence.
told her that I would take her to her
friends, and she believed me-"
"You are very kind, Lucy" said Reu-
ben, "How is It that you do me these
good services, and yet dislike me so
muchT
II dislike the pride and anger In you,
answered Lucy, "and they have turned
me against you. have had my great
work to think of lately-not Of the petty
differences Of eighteen months ago. See,
the child Is waking"
Reuben turned to the little girl, who
had struggled into a sitting posture on
the sofa, and was looking at them, all
eyes--all blue eyes, too-as Tots had
looked at him in Hope street, years ago.
"Tots," he said advancing to her,
''Tots, old lady-don't you know me2"
His manner was too impetuous, and
his quick strides toward her were so
symbolical Of punishment for some Of.
fense which she in her ignorance had
committed, that the child sprang up and
ran to Lucy Jennings, burying her face in
the skirts Of her protector.
1.-THE child is frightened of you," said
Lucy, calmly; "let her be while"
"Why, Tots, it's Uncle Roo" he cried,
"old Uncle Roo-you knowp'
The child still clung to Lucy's skirts
and would have none Of his affection. He
gave up, and walked away to the win.
dow.
"You see how this kind of love lasts, y
said Lucy bitterly, "and yet you value
1t SO highly"
because II set high value upon me" )"
he answered quickly,
''It Is dead"
"It will live again-it will come back. "
"And If not" Lucy answered, ''there
Is your second-cousin to console you"
The opening Of the door cut short the
clash of arms, and Thomas Eastbell ad.
vanced into the room with forced and
staggering air. Tots clung still to the
skirts Of Lucy Jennings, with her face
hidden In the folds.
"OhI you're back" he said to Reuben;
'of course you know what has happened
since you've been awayf I've been look.
ing for you everywhere-I've been run.
ming after the doctors--if we had q
plague In the house, l think people would
stop In 1t more than they dop said Tom
Eastbell. "Who's thisp
my name is Jennings" said Lucy.