The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1904-02-04
CHAPTER VII

Reuben Culwick lost time at the pay
Office. He passed along an avenue of
stunted trees into the gardens, which he
entered for the first time in his life, and
looked round very keenly, but there was
no trace of Second-cousin Sarah. He
looked at the orchestra; he glanced up
at the acrobat, who glared down at him
as at a new patron of the arts; he strOlled
from the crowd to little grass plat,
where was a time-stained fOuntain--a
stone boy with a broken nose squirting
a Jet of water from shell, with row
OF puperGlanterns within the basin, where
some dips were faring; and he passed
from the grass plat to the extremity of
the garden, where were John Jennings
! fireworks, scanty collection of NAL
formed objects reared upon high poles to
give an idea of Importance and magni-
tude, and waiting John Jennings pleas
ure to burst into smoke and flame. There
was a figure crouching by the principal
set-piece, and Reuben went toward it,
and discovered his landlord. He would
have backed away, but John had recog-
nizcd him.
why, Mr.. Reuben, what can you pos
sibly want hereY he exclaimed, scram-
bling to his feet. What are you looking
round for?'
For a girl in a black shawl and a
striped cotton dress"
Good gracious" exclaimed john.
"She came in here, and followed her,
continued Reuben-"a pale-faced girl,
with big black staring eyes. Have you
seen a girl like that aboW?'
"Hundreds-pOor wretches"
mot a girl with a white, sorrowful
face, such as she has. l am sure it was
She"
"She-who?"
"Oh, never mind, said Reuben, put on
his guard at last this is the business of
your first floor, private and confidential.
and momentous. Not a word Of this to
Lucy"
Reuben Culwick moved restlessly about
the gardens, scanning the pleasure seek
| ers, glaring into the arbors, looking down
| the dark avenues, and into the refresh
ment saloon. But there was no sign of
| Sarah Eastbell-no black and white
striped dress even to identify its wearer
He fingered till the last, and went mood
lily back to his lodgings, certain in his
| own mind that Sarah Eastbell had seen
| him and avoided him.
There was another Sarah Eastbell on
| his mind, toO-the old woman Mt St
Oswald's, down in Worcestershire. What
was she doing, PROSTATE and blind, with
out her nurse, and without friend2 lie
| took up the current number Of the Penny
| Trumpet to refresh himself with An ar
| ticle of his own composition, and then 6n
advertisement stared at him in the face
| Cheap Excursion TO Worcester, Malvern
and Gloucester" Reuben counted his
shillings carefully, looked up at the cell
ing, and went into an elaborate mental
calculation on the spot. Yes, he would
so away again.
The next day he was In Worcester
walking up the Tithing as If the place be-
longed to him. He passed through the
gateway and entered the square court
yard, where he stood looking round him
as II for his SecOnd-cOusin Sarah, whose
| appearance seemed wanting to complete
the picture. The door Of his aunt's room
was open, and he walked toward il, and
entered the apartment, where all was rs
he expected to find 1t. The old woman
lay In her bed as he had seen her last,
quiet, patient, watchful woman, and there
was no one with her. Surely 1t was only