The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-02-20


1T was you," said Reuben, sternly
as ne continued to stare at her, and as the
glrrs cool denial of the fact began to az.
gravate him; "why do you tell me that it
was not?"
The young woman did not answer read
lily. She rose to her feet-a tall, angular
girl, smitten sorely by poverty-and lean
ed against the door post, peering at her
| questioner, with her brow still contract
ed.
why should l help your" she said at
last; cant you help yourself?"
You tainted away; you were weak,
and gave up. Why deny this2
Il don't know what you are talking
about" was the suIlen answer.
The girl was turning away, as if with
the intention of passing into the house,
when Reuben remembered the object of
his quest
"Will you tell me, please, in which of
these small establishments resides Sarah
Eastbell?' he asked.
The girl paused, and then swung her
self rapidly round and faced him.
What next?' she cried angrily, land
what's next after thatF she added; I'm
Sarah Eastbell, and If you have any
thing to say against me say it. I'm not
ashamed of my name; / never was-I
never did anything wrong in my life
now, then, what is it that you wantY
You are Sarah Eastbell" said Reu-
ben, with new interest asserting itself:
then you are-no, you can't be-" added
our hero, exhibiting again that incoher-
ence which had already bewildered the |
waiter at Muddleton's.
"Will you tell me what you want |
hereT asked Miss Eastbell, peremptor-
lily.
Il want to see an older lady than your
SELF, of the same name, and residing, l
believe, In one of these almshouses.''
oh, indeed-what forT' was the eau
tious inquiry.
"A friendly call-that's ALL" answered
Reuben.
MY grandmother is not well enough to
see company"
wick -'0D 0O4
The statement concerning Mrs. East
'ells ldiosyncrasies was destined never
o be completed, for a short, shnrD !
SARAH" in an excrutiatingly high kew.
nat was like the twang of a wire, and
ntt humming sound in Reuben's ears,
anne from an inner room ON the left. (
and side of the doorway. I
"Comingw said the tail girl. and she
'SappeaFed at once, and left Mr.. Cui-
lick on the threshold, half resolved n
OiioW her. and before Reuben was pre-
ared Tor her temperance she was
landing in the doorway again.
You can come in" said the girl srl- '
My. s
she led the way to small room, scru- l.
ulously clean, with bed in the center L
the room and an old woman in the
inter of the bed. There was nothing a
DC seen OF Mrs. Eastbell but her face, Il
ID grim, yellow, parchment face it
as, cut up by hundred wrinkles.
wen, sir, said the head above the
'eets, will you please to state what
lslness you have with old Sarah East r.
ILL., who has been past business for The
st ten years?
II was crisp and not wholly shrill =,
ICE now that it had dropped an octave =,
TWO. The visitor walked to the bed -
le' sat down in rush bottomed chair "
ut was there, and looked hard at her tt
w men l saw you last you were n tt
Suing little woman, carrying your wears o
Ill said Reuben Culwick tenderly: ~ n,
sorry to find on old friend bronpht ~
wn as low as this" w.
1T can't be Reuben, can if Pr sbo
1ed eagerly. W
Eyes it can" B.
Now to think of that, after these p
ars, and here" said Mrs. Easthau ar
hats kind of you, Reu; I'm verv fo
d., and the old lady fought hard with ri,
sheets, and got thin, yellow hand ~
ove the bedclothes, and EXTENDED IL IN ~
direction of her nephew, 'laughinr in co
odd chuckling way that portendad fnI tr'
e Mysteries, if she were NOT careful ge
uben shook the hand in his md tho an
stood by the mantelpiece, wotch;nr ha
greeting furtively. ~
What made you think of me?" said =
:, o1u woman, after moments pause, IN,
came to Worcester last n;rbt. llls
ru thls morning for the first time that an
were here" '""' fol
Who told you?" ros
My father" 50
You are friends, then2 He has for we
en- youT she said. ~,
No." no'
All. he will presently" said A1rs ."
'thelI' with an easy confidence; 'thnrn W.
many good points about nv brntbrr l
ION, and it is only a question If rin,., cal
things come round in time. Ran-.a"n,, shi
d luck. That's what often fell own son
~" 'ei' our ~,
ally WINGED suddenly at this introdno- wa
OF her name into the discourse md WV
loen looked across his prostrote rnln. oe
toward the young attendant. who ire
'" pattern on the floor with the noint anC
her boot, and did not return his the
ices. MS en-,
Some day Simon will walk in boro stit
DIS you have done-and say how scr flo
ne is for all the past" said the old W
nan; sometimes l lie awake fancv- 81
l can hear his footsteps coming ocr3Ss at
paved yard toward me-" WOO
would not build upon his offari,o bee
any help" said Reuben Culwick, ans
don't want any help. Eight nbir. ing
week keeps more life in me thon r.
low what to do with. I'm yerv hon 49,
though it's an awful place for a;a p Che
= does little work when she con rhat
It, and is a dear, kind nurse xvbn on
r tires of me. She'll read the Rihio vol
the day to me, when I'm too N ~ tain
about much-a good girl. Saliva ~ cd ,
am very glad to hear IL =" onS,,, 49,.