The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-07-24
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 She dipped her pen in the ink asain and commenced to write, and in lew seconds she was only thinking or the recipient of her letter. woman wno was d shorthand writer in Winnipeg. and who had been literally reseueu from the gutter, where she nad peen found lying in a drunken sleep. her mind resembled a highly-trained horse, which can be checked in the miooie of d headlong gallop, turned round' and sent off in another direction.
 When she had finished the letter, she sealed 1t up, addressed IL, and com menced another. And she occupied her self in this way for an hour ano q half These letters were not strictly business letters. ! They were written as from one friend to another, but they were all part of a great scheme TOT keeping in touch with those who had left the Home.
 Then a servant came in with a tray. and the lifted covers revealed chop. some boiled potatoes, and spinach. Lady Betty stamped her letters and handed them to the girl to post; then she ate her frugal meal. and read an evening paper which the servant had brought her in on the tray. Never for a moment did she leave herself time to think about the past.
 Then she left the table and seated herself in an easy chair which was close to the fire. She allowed herself tan minutes rest before resuming her work, and this was spent in way which would have tarred on the teei- inRs of most charitable women She took a cigarette out of box wnich lay on the mantelpiece. placed It In rorkoise-shelI holder. and lit It. It was a zeal pleasure to her. for 1t was the only one she allowed herself in the day. During these ten minutes she re- For a a customed to interview women Wno looked on smoking as the accompani- ment of a fast and vicious life.
 When she had finished the cigarette, she rose to her feet and opened the window to let the smell of smoke out of the room. It was a cold night. and q north wind blew fiercely down the street. The view from the window was similar to that which may be seen in many of the sium thoroughfares or London. The houses were mean. uglg. and dilapidated. They rose straight from the edge of the pavement: with out any intervening rail or strip Of garden. The Home itself was like It's nsi9hbors In this respect. The tide of human misery flowed up to It's very doors.
 The cold air would have sent many women shivering back to the warmth of the fire, but Lady Betty, regardless cf consequences, drew in deep breaths of ff and looked down the street. There were few people to be seen. bug from the hideous wall of houses came all sounds of human lite-the waiting of children, the coarse laughter of women, the shouts of men. now and then the distant sound of a blow, fol- lowed by 6 scream. Through broken window panes and Ill fitting doors the noises of humanity filtered out into the night
 A wider thoroughfare ran at right annleA to the end of the street, and this was a vivid blaze of light. Black fgurea passed to and fro against the fare df parafln torches, a confused murmur of voices formed an obligato accompaniment to the nearer and moro distinct sounds. A barrel-organ tinkled far away in the distance.
 Then, from the other end of the street, which seemed to vanish in dark ness, as path loses its way in the wilderness, there came a few derisive yeils and shrieks of laughter.
 A moment later Lady Betty saw a man walking slowly along the middle of the road. A few yards behind him marched dozen gutter urchins, push