The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1904-05-21


death, and Of Thomas Eastbell's flight
! of the suspicion which attached to Thom-
! as Eastbell until the doctors arrival, and
, that gentleman's belief In the natural
| termination to. the life and cares OF the
old iady--of the inquest which must fol-
low her decease.
He walked mp and down the great pic
ture gallery in his old restless fashion.
| planning for the morrow. Suddenly he
| quilted the gallery. and went upstairs to
| Aunt Eastbell's room, at the door of
which Hartley sat, as If the poor old
woman needed protection still.
"Why are you waiting here now?' he
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
! AZ usual"
| Where Is the manT
"In his own room, changing his clothes
which are wet
| I'VE will not disturb him. Have You
my aunt's keys|
There was a little lamp upon the brack
ct, and he passed into his aunt's bed
| chamber. Hartley remaining at her post
u
he remembers well. 1t was his last duty
| to the dead woman, and to 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 a
glance assured him that it lay undisturb
| ed and then he closed and locked the
box again, while the thought came to
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| Second cousin Sarah.
Has that man come back because he
thinks so, too?' he muttered; sis it pos
sible that this should be the end Of my
| fathers money-of yours, poor WORKOUT
heart, that never was made happy by its
| acquisition? If | have done you wrong,
| old soul, / pray forgiveness now" he
| murmured.
amen" said deep voice at his side,
| and he turned at the solemn response, for
which he was unprepared. 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
II WIS hlnu Ol you, Lucy, lie odlu
holding out his hand to her, "for nm In
great trouble"
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 Petersons?
| What became Of them after leaving Lon
Il 4
clew to their address,
81 think l have"
How did you find t?"
Among my circle Of penitents and of
poor mortals struggling out of crime
there are many links of life to the dark
| world. found friends to help me at
| once. Patience. If Sarah Eastbell has
been ured away by these Petersons, the
| clew TO their haunt has been already
| pointed out"
Heaven bless you, Lucyw
| Probably | bring blessing to volt
it is in there"
She pointed to the door of the drawing
! room, and he said eagerly as he strobe
/ toward 1t:
Sarah
! Not she. 1t is something you lost be-
|
much to heart in losing. 1t 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 | know"
lie left Lucy Jennings. and went with
quick steps into the drawing room. where
Oh the sofa lay child asleep. a poorly
clad little girl of five years old with
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mass of fair. wavy curls thrust back from
her face.
"Tots!" he cried In his astonishment.
IL met her in the streets of Worcester,
near the postoffice." said Lucy "It was
raining hard. and she was crying because
| lady had not come to fetch her. Her
said"
will she remember mef"
| ut is unlikely-it il impossible"
She was very young when she went
away. poor Tots" said Reuben, sadly re-
garding her. Yes. suppose 1t Is I'M
possible"
"She came with me In all confidence. |
told her that | would take her to her
friends. and she believed me-"
you are very kind, Lucy" said Ren-
ben. How is it that you do me these
good services, and yet dislike ME so
much r.
II dislike the pride and anger in you
answered Lucy, land 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,
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