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v.nd, the matter having taken that
•ape, Tom had torn down to the care
,-ker’s cottage to impress his wife
Jessy into service as lady’s maid. Be
tween them all Ollie was treated like
a queen temporarily disqualified from
reigning. But to come back to that
scream.
Horace Matthews’ first thought was
for Olivia. Something had frightened
her. Gad, would he never find a door?
He did finally and groped his way
through it into the large dark central
hall. Absolute silence enwrapped the
h^use. He tiptoed across the hall to
put an ear to the keyhole of Olivia’s
door.
Everything was quiet inside. He
had a distinct recollection of how dis
mally that particular door creaked
and groaned on its hinges. It would
be scarcely worth while to arouse Ol
lie just to tell her that she had had a
nightmare. Doubtless she had been
dreaming of the runaway or perhaps of
the many who had died in this gloomy
old house. Personally he found it a
most depressing spot.
The soft thud of slippered feet broke
the deathlike stillness. Glancing nerv
ously over his shoulder, he saw Tom.
fully dressed, advancing with a light
ed candle held high over his head.
“Hello, Mr. Matthews!”
“Well, Thomas?”
“I thought I heard a noise, a scream.”
- “How many times?”
“Only once.”
“I heard it too. I .imagine Olivia has
been having bad dreams.”
“But it came from down stairs. My
room is immediately over the library,
you know.”
A clammy sweat broke out on the
lawyer’s forehead and bedewed the
backs of his hands.
“A-h-er, what do you make of it,
Thomas?” he asked uervously.
“Nothing at all until I investigate
it. I am going down stairs. Will you
come with me?”
“Why—well, yes, of course, if you
think it worth while. But I am quite
sure it came from my daughter’s room
She is sleeping very quietly now, and
I do not care to open her door because
it creaks so infernally.”
He had much to do to keep his teeth
from chattering and displayed no con
spicuous ardor for the expedition. Tom
advanced resolutely toward the stair
case.
“I think I shall feel better satisfied
for looking the house over.”
He was strongly minded to tell his
guardian of the unpleasant experience
that had befallen him on the memora
ble watch night. His guardian had an
equally strong impulse to give his ex
perience on the eve of Ollie’s fete
Nothing came, however, of the fleeting
inclination on either side.
Thomas proceeded to descend the
steps with his candle held high. Mat
thews promised to follow as soon as
he could get into his dressing gown.
The gown proved elusive, and his
progress was slow.
Presently a cry scarcely less star
tling than the one that had broken up
his sound slumber ascended from the
floor below. It was in Tom Broxton’s
voice.
“Ollie, Olivia, what on earth are you
doing down there? By Jove, she is in
a dead faint! Mr. Matthews, here
quick!” Before he had time to place
his candle on the table his guardian
was in the room looking like a man
who has received his deathblow.
There, in a heap on the floor, her
shining hair failing in a thick mass
over her pallid face and closed eyes,
lay Olivia. Her father gathered her
to his heart with a frightened cry and
laid her on a sofa.
Tom lighted a gas jet and rushed
toward the dining room in search of
water. Every receptacle was empty,
of course. The outdoor cisterns were
his only hope. When he got back.
Olivia had regained consciousness, but
was sobbing and clinging to her fa
ther’s neck with a frightened clutch
Her eyes were wide with terror, and
short irrepressible shudders ran over
her body visibly every few seconds.
She was pleading excitedly with her
father.
“Take me home, father; take me
away now, this very minute, papa.
You know I did not want to stay. Oh,
horrible, horrible!”
Tom held a' glass of water to her
quivering lips. His face was scarcely
less pale than hers.
“Drink this water, Ollie, dear, and
then tell us what has frightened you.
See, I will light every gas jet in the
house so as to show you that you have
been frightened by a nibbling mouse,
and I will stay down stairs to keep the
mice quiet all the rest of the night if
only you won’t say anything more
about going home at midnight.”
She drank the water eagerly. Then,
finding her courage come back with
the companionship of the men and the
illumination of the house, she said
more steadily:
“As if I could be frightened by a
mouse! You are.very good, Tom, to a
most troublesome guesi. I am sorry 1
was so ugly to you this afternoon. But
I don’t want to stay.” She shivered
and clung closer to her father. “Oh,
father, father, it was so frightful, so
distinct! I will never, never get over
it!”
“Get over wha£ Olivia? I insist up
on your calming yourself sufficiently
to give me a lucid account of what has
happened.”
There was an unfamiliar sternness
in her father’s voice and manner which
made her stare at him in surprise. She
had no means of knowing that he was
biding his own fears behind that stern
mask.
“Are you going to scold me, father,
after all I have gone through? I nev
er saw you look so cross before.”
“I don’t want to scold you at all, my
darling. I only—I mean”— His strong
square jaws were twitching convul
sively. His nerves were rapidly get-
Gng the upper hand of him. He loni-ed
imploringly at Tom.
Tom took up the task of questioning
with tender soothing in his manner.
“We are asking you to tell us what
frightened you so badly, Ollie. dear, so
as to punish him or them or it. You
see. we want to be doing something
about it, but we are all in the dark so
far.”
She shook her head mournfully.
“Oh. there is nothing to be done.
Tom: nothing you can do. nothing:
nothing anybody can do. Sell the
place, Tom, and let strangers live in
it. You cau never be happy here. Oh.
papa, papa!”
Iler father had himself well in hand
now. Then she had seen it too! But
neither she nor Thomas must suspect
that her experience was a repetition of
his own. He maintained his stern at
titude even to the point of disengaging
her clinging arms from about his neck
and holding her hands in a firm clasp.
“Olivia, I insist upon your acting
more rationally. What brought you
down stairs at such an hour of the
night?”
“Why, you made me go to bed at
such a ridiculous hour of the day that
by midnight I was wide awake, with
no more sleep left iu my eyes. Try as
I might. 1 just got wider awake ev
ery moment. So I thought I could
slip down stairs without anybody
knowing it and get a book out of the
library. I stole down just as softly as
one of those mice Tom talks about, for
I was afraid of the steps creaking and
waking you up. And then, oh, father,
oh, Tom, just as I stepped over the li
brary doorsill I saw. just as plainly as
I see both of you now, a tall figure in
white standing by Colonel Broxton’s
desk! Whoever it was stood with his
head bent low over the desk. A faint
light that seemed to come from the
bosom of—of—the thing shone on the
desk. I screamed and dropped my
candle and didn’t know anything more
until I heard Tom’s voice, papa, and
felt your arms about me. That is all.”
Her story told, she began to weep so
hysterically that further questioning
would have been cruelty. Her father
wrapped his arms about her and pour
ed soothiug endearments into her ears.
“Then she had seen it, too,” was the
unspoken thought of both men. The
sound of Olivia’s sobs nearly broke
Tom’s heart. His voice shook a little
as he asked briskly:
“Wouldn’t a glass of wine be good
for her, Mr. Matthews?”
“No wine, thank you, Thomas; a lit
tie bromide now, if you could find such
a thing about the house.”
“There is a medicine cabinet in fa
ther’s room. I’ll explore it.”
Olivia raised her head and listeued
until his footsteps could no longer be
heard. Then she said:
“Papa, I would rather not have told
that story in poor Tom’s presence, but
you made me.” Her teeth were chat
tering, and she clung to him convul
sively. “Father, do you believe there
are such things as ghosts?”
“Of course I do not. No sensible per
son does,” her father answered, with
explosive violence.
“Not even after people have seen one,
papa, with their own eyes?”
“No one ever has seen one, Olivia.
You were unstrimg by your accident,
and prowling about at midnight in this
gloomy old house did the rest.”
“I was not at all unstrung, father.
I slept like a baby until I had all the
sleep I needed.”
“And, having become sleepless in
strange bed, you grew fanciful. Rest
assured, my love, you did not see f
ghost.”
“Then what did I see, father, there
right through the open glass door?
You know I am not fanciful, and
know what I saw—a faint light shining
on the ceiling of the study and some
thing tail and white, as tall as old
Colonel Broxton, leaning over his
desk.”
The lawyer’s tongue felt dry and
hot as it clove to the roof of his mouth
Clammy moisture stood in great beads
on his forehead. He cleared his throat
to gain command of his voice, but only
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Her father vrrapped his arms about her.
a husky whisper escaped from his lips.
“Who was it, father? What was it?
Why don’t you answer me?”
Her insistence irritated him. Her
wide questioning eyes would not loose
their hold of his agitated face. He
took refuge in roughness.
“How can I explain away the va
garies of a frightened girl’s imagina
tion? I presume women always con
jure up something grotesque when
they find themselves awake at an un
usual hour.” He knew that he was
maligning one of the bravest little
souls in the world, but his necessity
knew no law.
“Father, you are being absolutely un
just and cruelly unkind. Y’ou know I
am not imaginative in that way. You
know I am not a coward. But we will
let it stop at that. I hear Tom coming
back.”
When Tom stood over her, proffering
the bromide ail mixed ready for tak
ing, she looked up into his pale and
worried face with one of her sweetest
smiles. Suddenly she put out a hand
and drew him down on the sofa by her
side.
“Tom, dear, you are entirely too good
to me. I have worried you straight
through this day. I have made you
horribly uncomfortable. Please for-
•give me like the dear old generous
friend you are.”
And Tom, out of sheer gratitude for
her tardy recognition of all he had
suffered that day, bent his head with
the stately grace of an old time cav
alier and kissed the little hand that
still rested on his arm.
He felt himself going hot and cold,
red and white, all in a minute. “Oh,
Ollie, if you would only always be like
this to me, what could I not make of
myself for your sweet sake!” he stam
mered.
Upon which her father, with a k ! U
joy air, advised her retiring before the
bromide should be made of no effect.
“I shall finish the night on a couch
in your room, my dear, so that you
shall not be imagining things again.”
“And I,” said Tom, with a brilliant
smile, “shall stay down stairs to give
the Broxton mice some lessons in com
pany manners.”
A lightsome heart makes jesting
easy. Ollie had been her sweetest self
in the past few minutes, and Tom
walked on air. He held the door open
and watched her disappear up the
steps leaning on her father.
In his haste to reassure her he had
lighted both the library and his fa
ther’s study in the rear of it. He
stepped into the smaller room to extin
guish the light. There, on his father’s
desk, was an object which only his pre
occupation when he was hastily light
ing the room could have prevented his
seeing on entering it before.
An open Bible, large print, lay Tin
der the gas jet. A bit of white ribbon
marked a passage. He stooped to
read it:
“It is better to trust in the Lord than
to put confidence in man.”
Tom read the passage twice over
and then brought the lids of the book
together to identify it. He was quite
sure he had never seen that identical
Bible before. In gilt letters on the
back he found the initials “S. R. B.”
“My mother’s Bible!” he said in an
awestruck whisper. He opened the
book again and once more read the
passage upon which the white ribbon
had been pressed.
As he read “Mother” Spillman’s
strange words seemed to trace them
selves over the warning passage:
“Though one were to come back
from the dead, you would not believe.”
He shook himself violently, as if to
arouse his dormant common sense fac
ulties. -He closed the book reverently
and put it under his arm. It should
henceforth go with him wherever he
went.
He forgot all about his jesting prom
ise to Olivia. He mounted the steps
and closed the door of his own room
softly. For a long time he sat ponder
ing that strange message by the light
of his dying candle:
“It is better to trust in the Lord than
to put confidence iu man.”
YYhose tender spirit was grieving
over his earthly chances? The morn
ing star shone brilliantly in upon him
through the drawn curtains. He waft
ed a message heavenward by that ra
diant herald:
“Father, mother, trust me. I will
walk worthy of your living examples
so long as breath prolongs my be
ing.”
Before long he was sleeping sweetly
and dreamlessly. His nature was too
essentially healthy to harbor perplexi
ty or distrust for any length of time.
as soon as practicable after my return to Amer
ica. What 1 mean by “practicable” you and
Miss Malvina and the dressmakers will best un
derstand.
When I went to tell you goodby, dear, a few
nights after you were thrown from that horse,
you were in one of your exasperating moods, and
I went away feeling prickly and downcast. When
I tried to tell you how I loved you, to ask you to
give me some pledge that you would wait for me,
you laughed in my face, called me a silly boy
and treated me to some of those superior airs
that alwavs made my checks tingle as if they had
been boxed.
I flamed out at you like the unmannerly cub oull „, aCl uul u lvmlUR ,
that I was and told you that when next I spoke I equipment for relf support is much better than
to you of love you would be readier to listen, ad j cver an( ] with youth and health on yoi
of which goes to prove the crudity you charged
me with and the need there was for me to meas
ure myself by other standards. \ou were right
in everything you said to me, my dear little
monitor, and even while 1 chafed and sujked I
went on loving you tremendously.
A few more months now, and I shall be back
at dear old Droxton Hal! to stay. In all my
wanderings my heart has been staid on it and on
you. My plans for the future have long since
crystallized into a fixed purpose. They all radiate
about, from, to, for you, my sweet.
Of course we want no drones about. Just be
cause my dear father left me comfortably provid
ed for 1 feel all the more impelled to emulate
his industry and enterprise. All my studies on
this side have been pursued with an eye single
to become an electrician. The study has taken
an immense hold upon my fancy, and as tins i3
essentially the age of electricity I expect to do
something along the line of invention and dis
covery. My original purpose of studying law,
with a, view of being taken into partnership by
my guardian, he has discouraged from the very-
beginning. Perhaps he is right in saying that
the bar could well dispense with two-thirds of
its numbers and still leave a good working force.
Luckily, my darling, we will not have to wait
for a business to be built up. Broxton Hall is
waiting for its fair mistress. There are jewels
and plate in its strong boxes, all for you, love,
and the fondest of lovers thrown in.
You would smile, my sweet one, if I were to
try to tell you half the visions I have indulged in
of you as mistress of Broxton Hail. I have seen
you at the head of the table in the breakfast
room, darling, with the roses my mother planted
wreathing a gorgeous background to your pretty
hair. I have handed you into the old family
coach and taken my seat beside you, while the
old family horses jingled their glittering silver
harness with proud consciousness of bearing away
the loveliest, daintiest mortal that ever bore the
name of Broxton.
Ah, my sweet one, pardon the exuberance of a
lovesick man yearning for home and you. Some
times such a wave of longing to hold you in my
arms comes over me that I feel as if I conld not
complete the term.
Olivia, wait for me, trust me, take good care
of my beloved for me. Heaven has seen fit to
leave me very much alone in iny young days.
All the love that might have been diffused anion
father, mother, sisters, brothers, has centered
about one small, bewildering little woman, con
centration begetting fervor, until 1 wonder how
my heart can contain its longing without trans
porting me to your feet.
I don’t know that I sat down to my desk with
this letter in my mind. I have been trying to be
angry with you. What’s here set down is never
absent from my heart.. I love you; I have always
loved you; 1 shall always love you, no one but
you. You are the only woman in the world to
me, Olivia. Take good care of my precious one
until 1 come to claim her for my very own.
You got between me and my thesis today. You
haunt my days; you consume my nights. Per
haps now that 1 have poured out all my love, all
my hopes, all my intentions, I can get back to
the cold, hard duties lying nearest to me. Thank3
be to those who went before, dear, we will not
have to wait for anything.
Oh, how the months lag! Already I begin to
count those that stiil divide thee and me. Pres
ently it will be weeks, then days, then hours,
then minutes, and 1 will live again. My sweet,
good night. Yours, and only yours, while life
stirs the pulse of your devoted slave, T. B.
Olivia, reading this letter through
rapidly— she had an engagement with
Mr. Westover, and Clarence laid so
much stress on punctuality—smiled
and flushed softly. Homage is sweet
to every daughter of Eve. and Tom
did make love charmingly. Presently
her little hands made sad havoc of
Tom’s ardent letter. She tore it into
small bits and sifted the bits reflective
ly through her fingers into her waste
paper basket. On one ol the fingers
through which Tom's message of love
filtered iu scraps was a big diamond
ring that had not been there when he
went to tell her goodby.
From smiles she had passed to
frowns. The letter was distinctly dis
turbing. Usually by the time she had
reduced a letter to fragments she had
forgotten its contents.
But this letter of Tom’s refused to
be erased so readily. From condem
nation of his silliness and blindness
she passed to self questioning and ac
cusing.
Had she ever let him suppose that
her feelings for him were other than
those of an aunt for a nephew, a
guardian for a ward or anything else
safe and mature one could think of?
She was sure, quite sure, she had not.
Tom had no one but himself to thank
for his misery. But, then, that he
should be miserable—that stung hei
tender little heart to the quick. Tom
had had so much sorrow already. Oh,
what a hateful letter to have to an
swer! Now she would have to tell him
about Clarence and herself.
Mr. Clarence Westover’s step was
heard entering the veranda, and Tom
tnis sale, German''correspondent or something of
that sort in some large importing house, while
you are building up a business as an electrician.
I have not wished to be premature in this ex
position of your financial status, because I wanted
your mind care free until vour studies were con
cluded, nor did I want you to remain too long in
ignorance of the fact that you will have notliing
to depend upon when you read) your majority
but your own head and hands. These 1 have
conscientiously striven to prepare for the battle
of life.
1 am aware, my dear boy, that this letter wiil
come tor you in the shape of a most disagreeable
surprise, but it comforts me to reflect that your
I
our
side there is notliing to affright you in begin
ning at the bottom of the ladder instead of at
the top.
Doubtless you will be glad to know that Brox
ton Hall has passed into the ownership of Mr.
Westover. The place, as I have said, was fast
going to wreck and under any circumstances
would have been a most unprofitable piece of
property for you. I consider myself fortunate in
finding such a purchaser for it. Any sentiment
you may feel about giving up the old house must
yield precedence, Thomas, to the bald facts that
you were in no position to hold on to it and the
longer it remained unsold the less was its value.
Of course when you return here you will make
my home yours while we wind up my steward
ship by an examination of all the papers and
vouchers bearing upon ycjir estate and the funds
your father invested in a wildcat scheme for de
veloping certain bogus mines in Colorado. You
owe it to yourself and to me to obtain an entire
ly clear conception of the whys and the where
fores of this deplorable and (to you) entirely un
expected turn in your affairs.
AIv daughter Olivia will make you our most
welcome guest while we are going over the mass
of papers that have accumulated’on my hands as
steward.
There was nothing in the wording of
this letter to which Tom could take ex
ception, but the information it contain
ed came to him with the stunning force
of a blow struck by an unsuspected as
sailant.
He read it twice over, spread it out
on the table under his student lamp
and conned it as he conned the scien
tific works lying o» the same__table,
over which he usually labored three
hours a day unflinchingly.
There was no mistaking the mean-
•ing of his guardian’s letter. He was a
pauper. Broxton, dear old Broxton,
even had been sacrificed to keep him
going iu Germany. He was a pauper,
and he had just asked Olivia Mat
thews to marry him. He had dream
ed such bright dreams about renovat
ing the old place under her tasteful su
pervision. Everything was to have
been done just exactly as she wanted
it. She had said once or twice in his
hearing. “If I owned Broxton, I would
do so and so,” and it had sounded very
sweet and perfectly natural to him. He
had not forgotten one item of the al
terations that were to have been made
CHAPTER X.
tom’s riches take wings.
When Tom Broxton’s two years of
travel and study on the’ other side of
the water had nearly expired, two let
ters crossed each other on the high
seas. One was emphatically and ex
clusively a love letter, ardent, ef
fusive, persuasive, boyish if you will.
He had written it to Olivia Matthews
as a concession to his own heart hun
ger. The other was as emphatically
and exclusively a business letter, di
rect, explicit, hard, convincing. Tom’s
guardian had mailed it to him on the
very day he had dispatched his to
Olivia.
Said Thomas in his letter:
My Darling Ollie—What I say to you in this
letter I am quite sure is already well known to
you. I love you. and I want to marry you
J. C. Kennedy, Roanoafc, Tenn.
says,“I cannot say too much for Te-
WitUs Witch Hazel salve. One hex
of it cured what the doctors cal’fd
an incurable ulcer on my jaw,”
Cures piles and all skin (liseatfs.
Look out for worthless imitatioi s,
MCMaster.
Broxton was resolved, by the Magian
touch of love, into a fading myth.
Much more disturbing was the letter
written by Mr. Matthews to his ward
It was much shorter than Tom’s to
Olivia, but it went straight to the
point with a brutal directness as ef
fective as a well placed blow between
the eyes. It left him stunned and
breathless.
Said the lawyer in his business let
ter:
My Dear Thomas— As only a few more months
remain of .your allotted two years’ absence, 1
think the time has arrived for me to make a plain
statement to you.
You will soon be coming home, a man in the
eyes of the law, legally emancipated from all
guardianship—in short, your own master.
I rejoice to perceive from letters that you have
made excellent use of your time and opportuni
ties. As I 'have told you before. I highly ap
prove of your taking up electricity. It may
stand you in good stead in the near future.
And now it is my painful duty to inflict a very
great surprise upon you. 1 have known, since in
my capacity as your guardian I have had to ex
amine into your father’s papers, that he had
been led into some most unfortunate speculations
and investments.
My most earnest efforts were directed toward
drawing your funds out of the rapidly sinking
concerns in which he, with a lack of judgment
not common to him, had invested. After a year
of futile endeavor in this direction 1 bent my en
ergies toward rendering you self supporting should
the crash which I fully anticipated occur during
your minority. It did occur, Thomas, and 1 have
known for five years that you would have barely
enough to finish a good education upon and to
supplement it by carrying out your father's cher
ished plan of travel.
Toward this end 1 have toiled and husbanded
your resources to the best of my poor judgment.
A few months after your departure for Germany it
became evident to me that if you were to be left
care free to pursue your course to its end Brox
ton Hall must go. 1 feel confident that your
dear father would entirely approve my course.
The property has depreciated in value immensely
since your father's death and since an unfortunate
prejudice against it has been raised in this neigh
borhood. 1 censider it exceedingly fortunate un
der the circumstances that a purchaser could be
found. Obtaining an order from the court, with
out which, of course, you being a minor, the
transfer could not have been made, I sold it to
Mr. Standifer Westover, a man of family and
means. The funds thus raised have been care
fully appropriated to your needs and will serve
to keep you from anxiety during tbe remaining
months of your German residence and perhaps
until vou can get into something profitable on
The easier and most effective
method of purifying the blood and
invigorating the system is to take
DeWitt’s Little Early Risers, the fa
mous little pills for cleaning the
liver and bowels. H. B. MCMaster.
There was no mistaking the meaning o1
his guardian’s letter.
to please her. But—now he was a
pauper. He had no home to take her
to, nothing to support her on. He had
always held in supreme contempt the
man who was willing to marry a wo
man and involve her in the distress
and privation of an uncertain or even
an inadequate income. He had just
done that despicable thing himself, not
purposely, but ignorantly, rashly, Ir-
ivocably.
Pure, upright and honest to the core
himself, he never entertained a single
doubt of his guardian’s rectitude. His
riches were not the first that had ever
taken wings unto themselves. Doubt
less property had deteriorated and
stocks had gone down and investments
had proved disastrous. The man whom
his father had loved and trusted as a
brother must be good and true. To re
flect on his guardian's management
was to reflect on his father's judgment.
He was incapable of doing either.
He would not answer this letter im
mediately.
He wanted to be perfectly calm and
entirely just when he did so. It would
take him a few days to pull himself
together. The point of view had been
altered for him with such violent sud
denness that it left him quivering and
bewildered, with a sense of irrepara
ble loss weighing him down.
After a little while two more letters
crossed each other on the high seas.
This time one was from Tom to his
guardian. The other was from Olivia
In Tom.
Another installment of this interesting
story will appear in our paper next week
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