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| with the best of ews But the fog fell
upn him. as upon all the rest of the
town, and caused him to stop and con-
| slider. He who in q black fog stops to
| consider is lost, for he turns round and
instantly rorgets the direction in which
he was walking. Dittmer Book dia
this. and instead Of marching straight
toward st. James Park, which was
not far from the bakers, and in a
southwesterly direction, he turned
north and walked off resolutely in the
direction of Edinburgh. So that when
the fog cleared he was already well
on his way to York.
The girls waited in the Park while
| the hours crept on slowly.
eff we do not move" said Katharine,
"the fog will lift and he will come back
to us. Let US wait"
81 am hungry" said Lily, who had
the day before been so brave to face
| starvation. II must eat, whatever hap
pens. Katharine, will you sit here
while I 20 and buy something? / am
certain that 1 can find my way back.
We will spend all our money, and then
trust to Dittmer."
"Oh. Lily, you must not leave me
alone"
"Then come with me, Katharine; we
shall not be gone five minutes. I can
find my way blindfold. 20 be sure, it
is blindfold. We keep quite straight
along the ratings. and we get to Buck
ingham Palace Road, where there are
coffee houses"
They kept along the ratings without
much difficulty, then they came to the
corner and had to cross the open place
before the palace. And now the trouble
began; after what seemed to kath-
arine half an hour they found them
| selves not in Buckingham Palace Road
at all. but in front of more ratings.
The thick brown fog grew darker and
thicker; then a terrible bewilderment
fell upon them; they knew not which
was north, south, east or west; they
knew not from what quarter they had
| come or where these ratings might be;
and there was nobody to ask. They
were lost in the fog, like Dittmer him
self, and like every human creature
| out on that terrible Sunday morning
when the wayfarers wandered in the
| fog like those poor lost creatures who
wandered in the desert, round and
round, only to come upon their own
footsteps again, or those who are lost
in a Canadian forest, and turn in q
| circle round and round, while they
think they are marching in a straight
line.
What shall we do, Lily"
"Let US walk along the ratings; we
| shall find something"
They stood beside the ratings, not
| somewhere; it must be into the park;
but what part of the park?"
1--WE are lost, Katharine" said Lily;
we must wait till the fog lifts
They waited, but it did not lift.
"Where does Dittmer live, Kathar.
inc"
II do not know"
II Is lue OluCc LII lAS Si'S
81 do not know"
"Then we are lost indeed, if we can
not find him"
They stood beside the ratings, moot
daring to move. Nobody passed by;
they were we'll off the pathway. The
fog deadened sound as we'll as sight.
1t was cold and damp; the fog was III
their threats and in their lungs.
Presently the fog got into their
brains as we'll. Then one of them, the
stronger, began to have visions, and
to see spirits which marched past, a
procession of devils who Knocked, ard
| of women who wrung their hands and
went. then more devils and more weep
ing women. She kept none of these
| visions to herself, but kindly communi-
Gated them to her companion, who had
slipped down and was c%rouched, cling
ing to the rail, on the cold ground.
They are the women who seek for
work and find none, Katharine. Look
at them; there is one as old as Miss
Stidolph, and here are two like Miss
Augusta and Miss Beatrice, but they
haven't got their annuity, and there
are two like ourselves. The devils
mock them and drive them with whips.
| Oh! it is dreadful to see them. Do you
hear what they are saying? This is
what you were born for; nobody wants
you; there is nothing that you can do;
you will have to go on like this all
your lives; you will live an immense
time; every day you shall feel hunger
and ~privation and disappointment.
There is no love for you; there is not
any hope for you of being cared for
and carassed, with strong hands to
work for you. No! no! These things
are for other women not a bit better
than you! Are you listening, Kath'
arine?"
Katharine moaned in reply.
(To be Continued.)
Lost Cadetship by q Laugh.