The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-06-18
CHAPTER XXVIII.


Nastbelps mind, with no Reuben Culwick
at hand to laugh down her logic--with
Reuben Culwick's power to laugh 1t
down, perhaps, wonderfully diminished.
John had told of Reuben going to find
Mary Holland at Worcester. LucQ had
predicted evil would come Of 1t, and
Sarah was wretched,
She must give him up-she must NOT
remain that weight upon his life, that
clog upon his industry, which she had
always thought she was, when her love
was not bewildering her too much. Reu-
ben loved her, she hoped still-she did
not put faith In those strange suspicious
Of Lucy JenningS-but Lucy, was right
In one thing; that she, Sarah Eastbell,
could not add to the happiness Of Reu-
ben Guiwiek's life. She could only add
70 the expensegi--she could only keep
him poor. If she stood apart now, per-
haps he would marry Mary Holland, and
DO master Of his fathers house again. just
ast he father had wished from the first.
She had no right to bind him to his
long engagement, to shackle his energies,
TO keep him from "bettering" himself
now that she felt herself as poor-mor-
ally, IL not legally as poor-as when he
came in search Of her to Potter's Court.
It was a very quiet morning at one Of
those strange Sunday services; those who
came to pray were not disturbed by those
who came to SCOT; but the evening was
boisterous and stormy, and made up for
It.
Lucy Jennings read the signs Of It in
the noisy crowd about the door, and COM
pressed her lips and held her breath at
the strong language which echoed from
the street M she and Sarah approached,
under the escort. of two policemen, who
were waiting for them.
"You are trembling-you are afraid"
said Lucy Jennings to her companion;
twill you turn back nowT'
"Why?''
''Thers will be but little religion there
tonight" said Lucy, land you are not a
strong woman"
III was not thinking of the crowd--or
the service" answered Sarah.
"Of what thenT' was the sharp in
curry.
"Of all I shall say to Reuben present
II. It's very wrong, I know, Lucy, but
you must not blame me for thinking Of
him 30 much, I can't help It," she said
plaiutiyely.
They passed under the arch, where
the service commenced, and was inter-
PuUted-where the old uproar went on,
and the police were tolerably busy for
an hour and a half, The service came
to an end: the stormy elements subsid-
ed; men. women and children went their
various ways, and Lucy Jennings and
Sarah Nastbell came out together, and
confronted Reuben Culwick, who was
waiting for them.
"YOu have come back thenI'' cried
Sarah In her fret delight at seeing him,
in her new forgetfulness of ell that she
had resolved upon.
"Yes-it was no use stopping longer In
Worcester, Sarah. Well, Lucy?
"Well," answered Lucy In her old
short Tones.
II congratulate you on your sermon,
but wish the surroundings had been
more orthodox, and the congregation less
Quarrelsome; for some of these days"
Lucy was gone. She had suddenly
doubled" and disappeared down one of
the dark turningB. and Sarah and Reu-
ben were left looking at each other.
Sarah Eastbell took his arm and sigh
ed. This might be for the last time that
they would ever walk together thus, who
could tell? She had made up her mind
now, and the sooner the truth was told
him the better. He gave her the oppor-
tunity to speak at once, and her impul-
aiveneee leaped toward It, indiscreetly.
desperately.
~ saw Miss Holland this morning-T
gave her the willard you are 40 poor
30 old Job, grit" he said.
eyes, Reuben; have been waiting for
this poverty to tell you that you must not
uhare 1t with me-"
"Indeed!' was his quiet answer.
THAT you and I are not 1T for each
other. Oh, Reuben" she cried, II am
quite certain of 1t nowW
Because Lucy Jennings-charmins
LucyE-has been at her old work, reck-
Oning after her old style, fashioning out
human lives after her own purposeless
way, choosing for others%a path ahead
that no human being out Of Bedlam could
follow, doing everything for the best and
for ones good, but scattering dust and
ashes right and left like violent Vesu-
vius. Come, 10 not Lucy Jennings at
che bottom Of the resolution2"