The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-04-16
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DELL Quilted the room az Sarah entere
softly, but not so softly as to escape tn
quick ears of the grandmother.
Sally-what dreadful time you hav
beenW said Mrs. Eastbell.
/ Il have been talking to Tom"
you will have years to talk to him
may be only with you few more days
It's awfully firing, this up and down
stairs business. Not half as comfortabl
as at st. Oswald's after all. wish tina
had never left the place"
You are tired tonight, and despon
dent, that's all. Will you try and res
| now?"
REST in this house, Sally" cried tn
| old lady ironically, ''there isn't mucl
chance of that, with people tearing III
and down stairs at all hours, and tn,
servants banging shutters and lockin,
doors as II we were in prison. Somebod,
came into my room last night, blunder
ing, but could not find out who it was.
Into your roomf" asked Sarah, yer,
anxiously now, "where was Hartley?"
Il packed her off two days ago. She
snorted in her sleep like horse. | want
rest, child, not the noise of q steam en-
CINE in my ears"
You are too old to rest alone-you
cannot lock your door even," said Sarah
Il must come back as in the old days
grandmamma, If you send Hartley away
Why shouldn't have my little crib in one
corner of this great room, as when YOU
and / were sharing life together in st,
Oswald'sP'
You're mighty anxious about me-
said Mrs. Eastbell fretfully, "and yet
you have founced yourself off for three
days. and without rhyme or reason"
Il was anxious about Reuben Culwick
i could not rest longer without seeing
him. He is very poor, grandmother, -
said Sarah; che has been very unlucky
in life. found him in a back room in
Drury IIane--a half-starved, haggard-
looking man, borne down by the disap-
polntments of his life. This was Reu-
ben Culwick-in whose house we fire
who was once our friend when we were
poor and low-who saved me when had
not power to help myself. This is the
man forever foremost in my thoughts.
Why should hide it from myself or
your
She buried her head in the bedclothes,
and the shriveled hand stole forth and
rested on the flowing mass of raven hair
there.
Don't go on so, SALLY won't forget
him. l promised long ago that I would
never forget Reuben Culwick, didn't L?
III keep my word. AS soon as ever I
am strong enough the will we talked
about shall be prepared"
Sarah passed from the room, and stood
rejecting on the sheep's-skin mat out
side the door. A woman passing in the
distance attracted her attention. md
seemed to shape her motives, for she
Oeckoned to her cautiously, and even went
a few steps toward her.
You should not have left your mistress
whilst was away" Sarah said reproach-
fully; she is too old to be left. Watch
this room till l return, and see that no
one d1sturbs my grandmother by passing
noisily along the corridor"
Sarah left Miss Hartley to marvel
little at the instructions which she had
received, and went thoughtfully down.
stairs, pausing now and then to consider
he new position Of affairs. She Dassed
nto the garden. She was hot and fever
sh' and the night was close. In the cool
.resh air she might be able to shape ont
better, clearer course, if the current of
events should turn against her and her
project for Toms departure from Sedge
Hill. She had grown very much nfraid
If him, of late days; she had lost every
|tom of confidence; and the man whom
lie had brought into the house had been
well-known character in Potter's Court
or whom the police had made INQUIRIES
Turing her short stay there.
She had left the house some hun,7red
ards when footsteps on the gravel path
lrrested her attention, and checked her
urther progress. They were coming
lowly toward her-and she shrank at
nee into the shadow of the trees, with
he instinct to be unperceived and watch
ILL., Trouble had come thickly in her
vay, and she must fight against it MS best
he might.
There were two persons advancing in
er dlrection-who could they be, at that
our of the night, but Thomas Eastbe1l
nd Peterson, plotting together against
he peace of Sedge Hill? They were soon
lose upon her; they could have heard
er loud breathing had they listened: but
hey were deep in conversation, and nm
mindful Of a watcher. The path was
road and white, and their figures were
asily distinguishable, striking at Sarah
Iastbelrs heart with a new surprise and
n awful sense of treachery. They were
hose OF Captain Peterson and Mary
former talking In a low
nd energetic manner; the other listening
18th her gaze directed to the ground. and
18th her hands clasped on the bosom of |
er dress. There was light gauze scarf
II Mary Hollands head, and the ends
uttered in the night breeze as she mass
by. There was not a word which
arab could catch att was a new phase
mystery for which she was not pre-
AIRED, which seemed to place her very
luch alone in the world after the dis.
overy.
When they were In advance of her,
arah stole from her hiding place and
roceeded in their direction, keepine to
ne shadow of the trees. She panseS
etore entering upon the broad and nnan
pace of ground in front of the house
here they were standing, and whera
aptain Peterson was still debating With
he silent woman still looking on the
round. She watched them senarate
ithout a glance toward each other, the
ian entering the picture gallery through
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