Oil wells in the woods . hotelfriend and myself succeeded in finding the scatteredchildren of Mrs. Hawley who, with Nina, awaitedour return at the station. I said nothing to my friend regarding my discov-ery, indeed it was hard to realize why such a chain ofevents had brought me to Oil City to terminate in mysaving the woman—the only woman it was possiblefor me to love. Varied and strange are the incidents of life. We arebut children of Fate, cast adrift on the sea of hope,to rise or fall upon the ever-changing waves of en-vironment, to be caught at last in the gulf streamwhich destroys our ho
Oil wells in the woods . hotelfriend and myself succeeded in finding the scatteredchildren of Mrs. Hawley who, with Nina, awaitedour return at the station. I said nothing to my friend regarding my discov-ery, indeed it was hard to realize why such a chain ofevents had brought me to Oil City to terminate in mysaving the woman—the only woman it was possiblefor me to love. Varied and strange are the incidents of life. We arebut children of Fate, cast adrift on the sea of hope,to rise or fall upon the ever-changing waves of en-vironment, to be caught at last in the gulf streamwhich destroys our hopes, and sweeps us away to theshoals of disappointment. Good-night, old man, I said to my friend as weparted at the station, you go and get some am going to take these two women and childrenhome with me. Good-night, he returned, and shaking handswith each, started for his hotel. Following him to the door, we stepped outsidetogether, and again I grasped his hand. You do not know what my feelings are toward [344]. AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE you/ I said, looking earnestly into his face. Tellme your name, I wish to remember you. King, Percy King, he replied courteously, andreluctantly I released his hand. Good-night, , I said, I shall never forget you. Watching him till he disappeared in the densecrowd, I turned and went back to where Nina andMrs. Hawley were with the children. Meantime the tracks had been repaired, and thefirst train steamed out as the steeple clocks werepealing the hour of midnight. With my little party I left the ill-fated city in allits wretchedness to the care and gentler touch ofthat noble band, The Sisters of Mercy, who weresoon upon the scene. It was nearly four oclock in the morning when wewalked from the train to my home in Bradford. Not-withstanding the early hour my mother was up, andsurprised me by an immediate response to my ring. In the excitement we had forgotten our faces had been blackened by the smoke; ourclothes wer
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