Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-06
THE GIRL IN THE SECOND CABIN
BY E. J. RATH.
.fcrsvr,9A;. 1895. By G.. Hoscyd WsssJ

"And the girl-up in the Adiron-
dacks?''
THAT'S the only decent part about
IT, She promised, If / worked for
wear. to give me an even break with
Reddy Underwood. But think OF
working for a year,
Sidney Trask looked at him with
stern severity.
You ought to be glad.' she ex-
claimed. "Why, Billy here is going
to work for a hundred years-Just for
me-
But he's got YOU" observed Trum-
bull, ruefully.
Perhaps" she unused. But some
times 1 think I've got him."
The third event was the arrival
aboard of a small man with weak eyes
that peered through thick lenses in a
dazed sort of fashion. He appeared to
be wandering aimlessly when Sidney
spied him. In another instant she had
darted across the deck and thrown
her arms about him.
Father"
err? Oh-yes. Why, Sidney, my
| dear"
"Hows mother"
Very well; very well, indeed. And
the instruments. my dear? You kept
| the records going?"
Every day but two she assured
| him. "And two very nice old ladies
| looked after them then. We have a
/ wonderful barometer record"
| Prof. Sands rubbed his hands and
| became animated.
But please step over this way,
| said Sidney, taking him by the arm
II want you to meet somebody"
The professor suffered himself to be
| led to where Trask was standing
| watching them.
| This is Billy" said Sidney.
! The professor stared up into the
| face OF the invalid, evidently non
| plussed.
| "BiIly?" he repeated, vaguely.
! Your son-in-law, you great goose"
"Son-in-law? Hum! Why"
But telegraphed you from Gal
weston. father
| Prof. Sands scratched his nose and
pondered.
Bless me! So you did. my dear
I'd forgotten. You'll pardon me, Mr.
-er-what's the name. Sidney?"
''Trask," she said. with a sigh and q
patient shake Of her head.
Certainly. Of course. You'll excuse
me, Mr.. Travis, but I'm a bit absent
minded now and then. I'm happy t
| know you, sir"
Not Travis-Trask" exclaimed Sid
| ney, desperately. It's his name anC
it's mine. Oh. please try TO remember
it. father"'
"Trask." repeated the professor
with precision. ''I'I write it down
It's apt TO slip from me again. for
get my own sometimes"
He scrutinized his son-in-law Will
new interest.
You're going to he very good to IN,
little GIRL Of course" he said. with
sudden air Of authority.
"All my life." answered Trask
gravely.
Certainly" nodded the professor
confidently. II might have know
that. You see, while / know nothin
| whatever about you, sir, ] know m
daughter. II she accepted you,
means that the family accepts you. !
means that you've passed 100 pc
cent examination. My daughte
doesn't make mistakes"
Trask looked down at the little ma
, and liked him. There was IL sturd
ness in him that comma nded respect
i, not physical sturdiness, but rattle
! one of character. For all his spe,
tacles and his absent minded way, tn
. professor was a man.
] We'll. / think we're ready to q
E home and see mother" said Sidne,
4 as she linked her arms within those {
1 Der father and Trask.
d YES" said the professor. Erin
S wife will want to see you, Nj
Thatcher"
Father! You must positively lear
$ to say 'Trask.' Please remember tha
it belongs to me now. Meantime,
wish you'd call him Billy You ma
. as well begin"
l Certainly, of course. Come alon
n Billy" .t.
a TraSk's wife was perched on IL
It | arm of his chair, her face close to h
4 as she bent over the newspaper.
Another bother" she asked, i'm