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chapter
SDHEB on AR MS ABOUT BIS
HEART-
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rtist in P«“ iu * 0ff S *
aether," rephed Edw«d.
been to see him tb? third
d „« .till delay* with some
e excuse. He claim, to have
much busin* 88 attend to
bJ8 not yet bad an opporta-
«o over your accounts, but
do so and have everything w
f this evening. 1 have an
,ent to call on him then and
w take no further excuse.
tie*." .
your own good judgement
y ou will find that be ha.
I ( all along, shout three
d’dollars for us, and we have
about two thousand. When
tbe money place it in the
,tl, the other. Have you beard
her report, about hi. fart
living? I do wish we could
to Hettie the kind of man he
ve said some hard tbiug. to
t him and enough I should
forever disgust her with tbe
doesn’t seem to under-
impart of what I intimate
to come out plainly and
must have nothing to do
1
8be
•be
mother,” replied Edward, “1
d nothing more, except that
Ijr involved in a financial
Tbe B.a< hold, several of hi.
which are past due. Charlie,
r, said he thought they
unable tc collect them,
knows more about Col. Ran-
be will tell. He iutiuaatad
ire deceived in him and that
worthy the hospitality of our
ire my words, his were only
ud had we not been the most
of friends I would have se
nted bis reflective remarks
at of sister. But possessing
information myself, aud be-
whit Charlie said was prompt
ly interest, I expressed my i
md only yesterday innrning
her of him. 1 would much
ter would go with Charlie
s to think so much of her;
[son to Col. Randall in
ill we can do. She will not
J dge that she cares for him
•he say she does not. Her
« always going with him is
oonvirsational power, nre
to the average and .he ha.
unity of exercising her own
now arose from the table
his steps toward the
It was a lovely, bright
ornmg. The air was laden
Perfume of flowers.
•tood a Inuring the profuse
’ f vines aud turnedto look at
88 he withdrew. He had
far > when she called to him,
®*ly bounding down tbe
un 10 u "ll the material for
hole bou quet and soon had
10 pin on the lapel of hi.
la.
Not that he loved his sister more,
but her image, her soft voice and
ministering hands had awakened in
him that tender attachment which
was drawing him near aud nearer to
Nellie.
The hour grew late, and Edward
turning to go, walked briskly awav.
Hettie remembered his warning:—
“Beware of him!’’ who? and the
thought startled her a. though an ap
parition had .hot up from tbe earth
an menaced her. There passed be
fore her a strange and fearful vision.
“It’s false!” she said, with a vehe
mence she was unable to control.
“And because they hate him,I love
him.”
Confidence is patient and forbear
ing—faults and even crime, under
the guise of mistakes, may grow in
i’s presence unobserved, while love
throws its pure white mantle over
all. Now looking up and around her,
ns if surveying the long stretch of a
boundless vision, she held n full
blown white rose in the tips of her
fingers. An unusual sadness broke
ovor her thoughtful and serious face.
“To live without him,” she said,
would be death—to live with him
could not be worse. “Sweet, fragrant
rose, I have plucked thee. Tby life
on the stem is short at best. The
wailing winds of winter scatter thy
leave to die, and they are lost. Here
then, shed thy fragrant—looked on,
loved and caressed.”
She folded tlie flower to her bosom,
and throwing it down, stamped it
with her delicate foot. Its bleeding,
wilting leaves, crushed and bruised,
breathed out its perfumed soul to he
wafted away on the wings of the
wind.
CHAPTER X
my
dear sister, bow
al y°u are,” he said, and
JJ substantiate hi* appro-
lere was au irresistable
eyes that held hi.
e *as a pathos in all fem-
‘ PMedtohis aentimeu-
^ oun 8 heart had never
‘ D0 “nihed in
,![*’* hope, a yearning
‘ ,lrL P | Ut a dre * m > the
a “d the future,
ro «nd of j oy .
BAND ALL SETTLES WITH THE YOUNG
STER.
Col. Randall was seated at his
det-k, busily engaged in making out
an itemiaed statement of Mrs. Coyne’s
account. There were a lot of papers
and books about him which he fre
quently referred to, stopping short
occasionally, to conjure up some
transaction fram memory. He was
bending over the ledger when Ed
ward entered.
His book keeoing was of the sin
gle entry variety, where one entry
suffices, or-is sometimes made, mere
ly to introduce the aocount.
The open pages seemed to look
protestingly indignant at tbe pen and
ihk bettle, for the black characters
that marked them bore little resem
bianco to the fine art of penman
ship. '
“Good morning, Colonel,” said
Edward, as he leisurely walked into
the office. “I thought I would drop
by and see if you will be ready for
me this afternoon.”
He half expejted to be put off
again with some ingenious excuse,
but, to his agreeable surprise, he was
informed that the account would be
completed in a few minutes and if it
was his pleasure to wait to be seated
and a settlement would then be
made. It is wonderful how quickly
opinions change. “After all,” thought
Edward, “I have been mistaken in
my views regarding him.”
“Here, aaid Col. Randall, placing
a bundle on the table nearby,” are
the acoount, papers and etc. It is a
fall statement of your mother’s busi
ness with me and shows that I »m
due her one thousand, ninety-eight
dollars and twelve cents, which I ain
ready to pay.” You will please to
have the kindness to sign this receipt
He now handed Edward the pen and
advancing to the safe proceeded U)
count out this sum of money.
Edward seised the money and
package, then turned out to the
Bank. On passing out he observed
a s*<] faced woman, dressed in black,
leading a little girl, enter the Colo
nel’s office. Randall had just with
drawn from the safe and was stand
ing near the desk making the neces
sary entries of the morning’s trans
action with Mrs. Coyne, when sud
denly. there appeared by his side
Mrs. Muller and her little daughter.
She had come to see about her home.
“And what is it now?” asked Ran
dall, turning abruptly to (he frail,
helpleis bit of humanity that dared
molest him by her repeated impor
tunities. “You know, Colonel, 1
have myself and this little girl tq
support.
“The home is all we have. Tell
me, how am I to do all this and pay
rem!”
She wrung her hands, wistfully,
while her sad tear attained eyes
looked up into his most pleadingly.
“Madam!” responded Randall, tri
umphantly, “it is useless for you to
press this subjeot any further. The
property is mine if you haven’t the
money to redeem it. I guess you
will pay the rent or get out.”
The little child, at these harsh
words, clung closer to its mother.
Its troubled face, moved by the deep
anxiety, was lifted up, while the
Hooded eyes bad watched, with a
sense of fear, the stern demeanor of
the lawyer.
They presently left. The offioe
door threateningly slammed behind
them. They bad gone out to find
warmth somewhere—in the cold
world.
“Here’s some money which I want
to mother’s deposit account,” said
Edward, as he walked into tbe bank
and laid a small bag of ooin on the
marble slab of the teller's window.
“Ah,” responded the trim and
affable Charlie, now emptying the
bag and throwing the glittering uom
with the finger* of his right hand
into the palm of the left. “Mostly
gold-one thousand-ninety-eight dot-
lars-and twelve cents.”
“Correct,” replied Edward, “here’s
mother’s deposit book.”
“Where did you makestieh a haul,
‘old man’?” inquired the cashier,
“Oh, no where particularly—only
Col. Randall settled up, y ou know;
and I must say he has noted alright
with us.”
“Yes, yes,” responded Mr. Charlie,
“his trips to New York do not now
seem to be, as some supposed, solely
on pleasure, but of a business char
acter—-some kind of speculation oat
of which he has emerged quite suu
oessfully.
“He told us about hts interests
there and explained every thing sat
isfaotorily. He has had quite a lot
of money on hand tor some time
which he was compelled to bold in
reserve to meet contingencies of bis
speculation while it was in progress.
He has taken up part ot his past due
papers with us and says he is in po
sition to settle the remainder
shortly..”
Mrs. Coyne was waiting for her
son to return—she did not expect
him until late in the afternoon, but
still she thought he might oome ear
lier. She had gathered up some
knitting, after dinner, and drawing
her favorite obair from the hall to
the veranda, was thus engaged, occa
sionally glancing up to the gate and
down the avenue—looking for Ed
ward. It was not long before she
saw him ooming. At onoe a deep
curiosity seized her and In her eager
ness to learn what bad passed, she
found berselt bounding down the
ateps and standing at the lawn gate,
while Edward approaching, walked
rapidly up and greeted her with a
a mile. He related the details of the
transaction and vindicated Col. Ran
dall with such emphasis, that, Mrs,
aside fr»m her unwiUiiiguesn to he
lieve evil of any one, she felt a per
sonal interest in Col. Randall; such
a concern, as only a mother oau
feel, when the life she loveB with all
its tenderness, reaches out to unite
it* enduring strength and to link us
destiny in that interminiable chain
which parts not, until death.
“Yes, my son,” she said, “I have
prayed that the reports we have
heard were not true. “They were
hard to believe, and I have felt all
along that he would be able to clear
himself.”
Mother and son walked leisure!v
to the house. Their earnest eonver
sation would indicate that a very im
portant subject was being discussed
It so appeared to Hettie, who had
ensconced herself under the arbored
rose-bush, where she was intently
reading a novel. Still holding the
book in her hands, she found refuge
behind its open pages, while her eyes
furtively followed them.
She almost knew they were talk'
ing about Col. Randall. A present
iment, of renewed efforts to effect a
final withdrawal of her relations with
him, at onoe toned the features of
her beautiful face to a plaintive
grief. She could have rushed out, in
wild despair, and asked if they still
believed him to be the vile wretch
they thought he was, and yet, it oc
casion required, she could have atood
firmly in bis defense.
Edward and his mother were com
fortably seated on the veranda. A
third ohair was drawn up, in which
the books and papers were placed.
A business-like investigation of the
aouount was entered into. It proved
to be quite correct. On looking
through one of the old records an
account was fouud against one
“Thomas i). Halford,” whioh had
stood all these years w ithout liqui
dation. This little incident recalled
to Mrs. Coyue a bit of patbetio his
tory.
“I had almost forgotten this man,”
she said meditatively, "but uow 1
remember. It was sad.”
“What? mother,” interrupted Ed
ward.
“Nothing my son,” replied Mrs.
Coyne, “I was only thinking about a
business matter your father several
times spoke about. It was with Tom
Halford—I remember him well, he
and Col. Randall were playmates in
their boyhood days and went to the
same school. Tom was a few years
older tbau Col. Randall and a. very
bad boy, I thought. He married
early in life. Hts wife owned a lit
tie home, but Tom got control of it.
He was a thriftless kind ot fellow.
Tbe 1 ome wae mortgaged for bor
rowed money and finally sold. Your
father bought it, but Tom swore he
would not give up possession.
“Your father was a very resolute
man, and not willing to endure the
repeated insults from Halford,
knocked him down in the street. It
was thought for a while tbe mau was
killed; your father never played in
business matters. He sent an officer
to tne place; Tom and bis family
were ejected. What little furniture
they had wae thrown out doors. It
was a dreadfully cold evening in
January and a sleeting ram wae fell
ing at the time. Hie wife had been
sick and was still quite feeble, but
the officer seemed to be iraeoible and
devoid of feeling. So, the poor wo
man aud her little infant girl, of half
a year, were subjected to the cold
ram, and from thia exposure, it is
supposed, Halford’s wife died.
“I felt so sorry for them after 1
had heard bow|cruel tbe officer bad
been. The baby, however,survived,
after a spell of*sickness, and grew u|
under the care of ila father. It war
a beautiful, bright little tiling. Ev
erybedy hated so much to know that
iu life was destined to be controlled
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soul, could not refraio shedding a rough creature as its father proved
tear of penitence prompted by the'
. eep solicitude of her heart. For,| to bi continued.
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There Is no each thing as silence In
this world. It Is an Impossibility. That
Is partly tbe reason why science has en
abled us to see It
The explanation of the paradox la
this: Silence, as we understand It sim
ply means that there are sounds too
delicate or too loud for the ear to regis
ter.' In other words, when we can’t
bear anything we call that condition
silence.” But wherever you ant there
are sounds around you. Even In the
deepest mine tbe air vibrates and
makes a sound. An Instrument has
been Invented that will catch these
sounds and permit of the vibrations be
ing represented plctorlally on a screen,
and In that way you may see silence
and properly understand what It
means. .
By comparing the pictures of noises
with those of that condition of things
known as silence we gain an Idea of tbe
difference between a noisy night, for
Instance, and one when “absolute si
lence reigns,” as tbe novelist puts it It
Is rather surprising to find so tnneb dis
turbance st the time when everything.-
appears to be perfectly quiet.—Pear
son’s Weekly. -
Dlplematte.
The late Lord Savlle used to say. ac
cording to The Candid Prlend, ‘‘that
high diplomatists bad always to be on
their guard against Intriguing women,
mainly Russian agents, who would use
any wile to extract Information. Dur
ing the Russo-Turklsb war. when Eu
rope was always on the verge of a
crisis and Russian statesmen were
most anxious to know what England
would do under given circumstances,
a lady came up to him suddenly at a
ball and said:
”1 bear that the Russians have made
a forced march and entered Constan
tinople.” hoping no doubt that be would
be surprised Into some Indiscreet ex
pression.
He merely replied:
"Ineedl And I suppose tbe sultan,
ban conferred on them tbe order of tbe
Turkish Bath!”
Tbe lady continued gravely:
“And they say In Paris that If Bap
land does not Interfere tbe eastern-
question la settled In favor of Russia.”
“And that,” replied bis excellency,
“is. I snppoee, the new Judgment of
Paris."