The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1908-02-28

; sThey have been looked for in the
| British Museum, where the girls went
sometimes in search of copying work.
But they have not appeared there once.
| None of the Museum people have seen
them. We have inquired about them
in every likely place, but there has
been no sign"
''In the streets-think of it!-friend-
less and penniless," Tom repeated.
Eyes, say it again, so that when you
find her you will rejoice the more. Mr..
Addison" (she laid his hand on his), Il
am an old woman now, and [ have seen
a great deal-my sister and together
! of trouble and privation. We have
been reduced to walk the streets all
night for want of a bed, and to go
hungry for want of food. Yet we We're
never utterly forsaken. Your Kath-
! arine is not quite friendless. The God
who rescued you from the Arabs will
save her from the devils-who destroy
! soul as we'll as body-of the street!
Have faith, young man. Lift up your
! heart-oh, lift up your heart unto the
Lord"
This language is not so common as
it used to be, and is seldom used for
the comfort and solace of a London
Journalist, who may chronicle the emo
tions of religion, but is not often ex-
pected to feel them. Yet the words,
and this gentlewoman's sweet voice,
and her steady eyes SO full of faith,
| l.; rot thirsty
soil.
''The other girl" she went on, "was
! of a different nature-she was less pa
| tient than Katharine; she cried out and
complained of the bitterness of her
] lot; she was without hope, though she
| was so young-the future was always
| dark to her. I tremble for Lily; but
for Katharine have more than hope
I have confidence"
'Yet she has never been here to see
you since her departure. And that Is
two months ago and more
"No; 1 cannot understand why she.
! has not come. But patience. You
| have yourself been rescued in a manner
so miraculous that you may hope that
lesser miracle may have been
wrought for Katharine. When think
| of ourselves everything seems possible.
| We were getting old-too old for teach
| ing. where they prefer young and ac-
| tive girls-and we were resolving that
! we would soon give UP trying and go
| into the workhouse-
"What? Had you, too, no friends"
| eve had cousins. Do you know that
| it is sometimes better to become a pau
per than to accept the bread of grudg-
| ing charity? Do not ask me about our
! cousins. Yet there was one whom we
remember with gratitude. For he left
us a legacy of sixteen hundred pounds
| in the funds. 1t gives us fifty POUNDS
a year. We lodge in this house; we
have learned to live very cheaply on
fruit and such things; we have each
others love, and we have kept our
books. The winter of our days, be-
Iieve me, is hallowed by such sunshine
as never fell upon our spring. Think
of us, young gentleman, when you
tremble for the fate of Katharine
Not a trace of the girls.
1t was unfortunate that they We're
advertised for together, because nobody
had any suspicious at all about single
girl. 1t was the pair who were looked
for, as if they were Siamese twins or
double bodied nightingales. Yet, as we
know, they had been long since sep
arated.
1t was early in December that the
first real discovery was made.
Dittmer Book it was who made it.
One evening Dittmer stood upon the
curb contemplating his procession of
fair women, filling his soul with sweet
images. and wondering what it would
be like to be transported to the land
where such creatures roam free and
fearless. Suddenly, to the surprise OF
the by-standers and the Indignation OF
the policeman, he burst through the
crowd and seized the hand of one OF
these heavenly visions.
"Lilyv' he cried.
"You. Dittmer Bock?"
1t was Lily. She was beautifully
dressed, and she was on the arm OF a
gentleman. There was no more beaut1-
full woman in the whole theatre than
Lily this evening.
She ought to have been proud of her
dress and her opera cloak and the ad-
miration of the whole house, and the
.brougham which awaited her, and
everything.
But she snatched her hand away and
blushed crimson.
"You, Dittmer Bock?"
"Who is it, Lily?" asked the gentle
man.
can old friend. One moment, Ditt-
mer. Where is Katharine? Don't tell
her you have seen me-"
81 do not know where she is. We
cannot find her. We are looking for
hor ararv Uheran