When the steamer was far away, almost out of sight, Brother S---- at last turned to me and asked whether I had seen L----'s dairy, now in her father's possession. "No," I replied; "I had no idea she had kept one." Then, as we walked home, he repeated some recent entries in it. I give them to you as best my memory serves me: (Date) "Just as I feared: Bert has been grafting again and has lost his job...." (Date) "We're going to Spokane. My! but I'm homesick; I'd like to give in, but I won't! I won't!..." (Date) "Bert has secured a job at last. Better than nothing--clerking in the soda fountain department of ----'s drug store. Hope he'll quit grafting." (Date) "I've a good position now in ---- ----'s cloak and suit house. Afraid I can't keep it long, my health is so poor lately...." (Date) "Bert and I had words tonight. He's quit. I suppose he had to." (Date) "There's a very pleasant lady in the next bed to mine [sanitarium]. I'm going back with her when she goes home, and until Bert is on his feet again...." (Date) "How much has happened since I last wrote in my diary! I've some fine clothes and jewelry. Bert is sporting a suit of fine clothes and diamond pin, but--I can't write any more." (Date) "Miss Blank says Bert will have to keep away. I'm glad of it. How I hate him!..." (Much later) "A lady called yesterday. Wish I might have talked with her. Sang about mother I wish, oh, how I wish--what nonsense I'm writing...." (Next morning) "I'm so wretched, so very wretched.... Oh! mama, mama, mama! If you could only read between the lines--" And that was all. No name was signed. But--we can all of us read between the lines, yes all of us. CHAPTER XXV. GOOD NEWS FROM HOME--MISS LORAINE. Letters from different members of Beth-Adriel board were now constantly reaching me. They contained interesting accounts of the doings at home and also much concerning various properties, none of which, from all accounts, appealed to my fancy. Reader, I was hard to please. I wanted something better than had as yet been described. Somehow I felt God had it for us. Sure-enough, as I discovered on my return home in August. A letter from the vice-president described a property of ten acres of orchard and grounds, all under cultivation; a commodious dwelling, partly furnished; outhouses, etc., situated just outside of the city limits. It was not for sale; but as the owner, who resided on the premises, was a Christian man, it was thought that he might, for such a purpose, be induced to sell. It was deemed best, before approaching him to await my return. You will be pleased to hear more concerning this later. Just now I want to tell you about Miss Loraine. There was one house in Eureka into which I had never been admitted. One day whilst I was visiting another, the landlady asked: "Have you ever called on Miss Loraine?" "I have been there more than once," I answered, "but as yet I have been unsuccessful in gaining admittance."