Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1904-05-12

Ihiu was the man Wb0n bne had seen
at her fathers house, who had lodged
with them at the button factory. and Of
whom she had caught a glimpse even at
Bcdge Hiil. Tots and John Jennings
were In the main thoroughfars Of Hol.
borne, both interested In the shops, when
he touched Tots on the arm.
Don't you know mer" he asked In q
husky voice.
Tots gave little scream, and clung
more closely 10 John Jennings.
"ohl don't let him take me away"
she cried at once.
II don't want TO take you away, Bes.
sIo--I only want 10 ask you how you
are, after all these months" said Thomas
Eastbell. offering very dirty hand 10
the child to shake.
"Come. you let her alone, win your"
said John Jennings sharply. John did
not admire the looks Of the man who had
forced himself upon the notice OF Ren.
ben's adopted child; John held Tots In
trust. and was watchful Of his charge,
The man before him was forlorn Hpecl.
men Of humanity, ragged and dirty. John
did not know Thomas Eastbeli at first
sight, but he was Judge Of disreputa.
bIlty--he had seen 30 much of II In
Hope street.-the had become 40 disreput.
able himself,
II have as much right to the child as
you have" said Tom In surly tone,
"or as your master has, for the matter
Of that. The child's shtOle, and you
know IT,"
II don't know IT,"
"And Its fAther will come 10 claim II
precious quick, too--See II he don't-and
you can tell Mr.. Culwlck, too. direckly
you get home. Say Tom Eastbell told
him so--or VizEobini. You ought to
know vlzzobinI Of the Saxe-Gotha."
"You are Thomas Eastbeli. thenf'
"Yes. and don't care who knows II.
You can give me In charge " you like
say for colning last year--I shall do II
myself In an hour or two, II you don't
II hate the workuS, and It's awful cold
outside the prison. Where's SallyT'
"Your sister, do you meant"
Eyes. of course | do" answered Tim;
"ahe amt at Sedge Hill"
"Neyer mind where she is."
"0h. don't mind. She won't help
me-I'm her only brother, and starving
In the streets, But you can take my
compliments TO her, Mr. Jennings, and
I'm to be heard Of at the 'Magpie,
Reuben was hard at Trumpet work
when John Jennings and Tots arrived
Sa3IG TEd5HSast tfa q 0st tesaE %as #Srfns RsSlinE
against time somewhat, but he set his
pen aside to listen TO John Jennings
recital and Tots scared interpretations.
paying particular attention to Mr.. East
BELLS information that the child would
be fetched away presently by her father.
"And he said that Sarah might hear
Of him at the 'Magpier"
"Yes," answered John Jennings.
"John." he said suddenly. you must
take a letter to Sarah at once"
Every well, Mr.. Reuben"
Don't say anything of your meeting
with her brother"
Trust me for that" said John know
ingly.
"She Ia not strong enough for any fresh
trouble" said Reuben, as he drew a sheet
Of note paper toward him and wrote very
reluctantly an excuse for not being able
to see her as he had promised. He alleg-
ed no reason--he would explain when he
saw her, he said-and he re-read the
letter somewhat critically after he had
finished the writing Of It. II was a
brief epistle; he should see her to-mor-
row. he hoped, and that would be time
enough for explanation Of his breach Of
promise. Sarah trusted him implicitly,
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Importance could keep him from her. She
did not expect a long letter from him,
and heap Of reasons, at that busy hour
Of the day. Let the letter go.
In the evening, somewhat late, Reuben
Culwick, not too fashionably attired, was
at the "Magpie." It was eight o'clock
or later. when Thomas Eastbel's pock.
marked coutnenance peered round one OF
the swing doors. The "Magpie" was
Toms forlorn hope. He had sent a
message to his sister, and she might at
tend to 1t. Who knowsl He caught
sight Of Reuben Culwick, and his hrst
impulse was to back into the street. Then
he wavered; and while he was hesltating
Reuben came from the public house and
confronted him.
"You need not run away, Tom East
bell" said Reuben.
"I haven't done you any HARM" he
returned; II haven't done nobody any
hNrm-never. All that you have heard
about me has been a pack Of lies. I've
been as honest as could be, and this
Is what comes of It, I'm hard up-I'm
starving, Mr.. Culwick, l haven't tasted
food to-day"
"Where are your friendsT'
"They turned me out Of their house.
They said was q blundering fool One
of them kicked me- last time saw him."
1.-THE Captalnf"
Tom Eastbell laughed sardonically.
"No, he can't kick. He broke both
his legs in the country, jumping from a
window Of the button factory to get out
of the way Of the police. He can only
swear and cuss me now"
us this Edward Peterson the father
of the little girl you met this morning p
"He says he is. He gave me money
to take care of her altogether. But 1t
wasn't enough, so lost her." said Tom
coolly-"or rather" he added, interpret
ing Reuben's look Of disgust correctly,
"my old woman lost her. 1t was her
fault. She never had a mite of feeling
In her for anybody save herself"
"And found the child when she was
lost"
And then Peterson turned up, and
stormed and raved at me, till told him
where the child was, and he stole II from
you back again. He was fond of that
child when he was In a good temper,
which wasn't often though"
His wife-is she deadf"
"I.ong ago, he tells me-"
"Where Is Edward Peterson nowf
"In Worcester Mitcheson's place,
near the rlver-and you can put the
boobies on to him, IL they're not taking
care of him already. He has treated me