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■ fry, Joiin, jusT to give mo the sense
it. I do so want to hear how the
__ hr boy took it. I don’t mean about
the fire, but about his losses. lie is
so young.”
The old man threw back his head
with an air of pride in the son of his
old friend.
“He took it grandly. 1 could not
help thinking, when I was reading that
letter, how proud it would have made
Rufus. He said he did not suppose
he was the first man who had met with
disappointments just as great on the
threshold of life; that the blow was
softened in his case by the reflection
that no one would suffer by his losses
but himself; that if he could not pro
vide for his individual wants the mon
ey expended on his education had been
poorly placed. As it was not at all
probable he should ever marry, the fu
ture did not cost him an anxious
thought.”
“Never marry! Why, he was up to
Ills eyes in love with Olivia Matthews
before he left here.”
“l'es, but Westover got in the way of
that.”
Mrs. Govan pursued her own line of
thought in an aggrieved voice.
“That would have made things a lit
tle more even, and somehow 1 have al
ways looked forward to seeing an
other Mrs. Broxtou at the old Hall.”
“Events have a provoking way of
shaping their own course without any
respect for our wishes or preferences,
Matilda.”
To which sententious bit of wisdom
Matilda accorded a grave affirmative.
“But go on about Tom’s letter, John.”
“Well, it seems that Matthews had
urged his coming here as his guest, to
stay while they were going over the
papers, to which Tom replied that as,
owing to the unforeseen intervention
of the elements, there were no papers
to be examined it would scarcely be
advisable for him to come to Mande-
ville just now. The visit could only
be productive of pain to him and dis
comfort to others.”
“Others, I suppose, meant Ollie,”
Mrs. Govan interjected.
“He wound up by telling Matthews
that he begged to assure him of his
unaltered affection and confidence.
There was no room in his heart for any
other feeling toward the man his fa
ther had loved and trusted.
“Did he say that, John? Poor Tom!
Dear boy! Poor, poor laddie!”
Mrs. Govan’s tears were dropping
fast upon the sewing she had laid upon
her lap.
“I think the reason Matthews show
ed me that letter,” said the doctor re
flectively, “was because he wanted me
to know just how Tom felt about—
about things.”
“Yes; that was natural, I see. But
Tom—where is he going to locate,
John? Did the letter state? Mrs. Spill
man was asking me this morning if 1
knew where Tom was.”
“He thinks his chances as an elec
trician will be best out west in some
growing place. He mentioned Kansas
City. Shouldn’t be surprised if he
brought up there.”
“And so that is the last of the Brox-
ton name for Melton county. Dear,
dear, what changes one does see in a
short lifetime! Why, John, about the
time you brought me here a bride the
Broxtons were just everything in the
county. The men couldn’t project any
county affairs of any importance with
out Rufus Broxton’s opinion and help,
Mrs. Broxton led in all the social and
church movements, and half the un
married men in the county were court
ing Lucetta.”
•‘That’s all so,” said the doctor grave
ly, “but it only goes to prove the
mutability of human affairs.”
Mrs. Govan refused obstinately and
always to mount her husband’s rhetor
ical ladder. She preferred the safer if
lowlier tableland of her own practical
reflections.
“I’m not afraid, John, but what Ru
fus Broxton’s son can make headway
wherever he plants himself, but I do
hope he wili be careful about his flan
nels and things. Lucetta and his moth
er died so young, John. If I knew
where the boy was, I would write to
him in a motherly sort of way, you
know. He may be slow making new
friends out there, you see.”
“And that’s a kindly thought, Ma
tilda. I’ll find out from Matthews and
let you know.”
Then his office bell rang, and the doc
tor left the pleasant sitting room fire
side, made all the brighter by Mrs.
Doctor’s sweet old face, to ansewer it.
Presently he put his head in the door
way to say:
“It is something of a hurry call from
Matthews. I shouldn’t be surprised if
I paid him a good long visit, Matilda.”
That was his formula—always to
keep Matilda posted as to his move
ments. She had a formula too.
“And give my love to Olivia. Tell
her if there’s anything in the wide
world I can do to send right back for
me. I’ll drive over anyway this after
noon with some salt rising bread and
quince marmalade if you don’t forbid
them.”
Mandeville would have been put to it
to find man or woman who, having
ever been sick enough to call in Dr.
Govan, had not been treated to salt
rising bread and quince marmalade by
Mrs. Dr. Govan.
'‘motiter
CHAPTER XIII.
SPILLMAN SPEAKS OUT AT
LAST.
Notwithstanding its capacity in the
matter of mote magnifying and the
building up of substantial charges
from straws and wisps, Mandeville
bad a heart, and when it was known
that Lawyer Matthews had actually
taken to his bed and that Dr. Govan
looked very grave when questioned
about his patient’s chances for recov
ery this heart swelled with a great
pity for Olivia’s prospective desolation,
with the result that she was over
whelmed with neighborly offers of help
and sympathy. Touching this wide
spread demonstration, she said to Miss
Malvina, with shining, grateful eyes:
“I always knew papa deserved to be
revered by bis neighbors, and it makes
me so proud to be assured of the esti
mation he is held in. But 1 don’t think
he would like any of them at bis bed
side. He told me so. T think Reuben
and I can manage the case. He is not
very sick, you know. It is just a nerv
ous attack. He has been in a dreadful
ly nervous condition ever since the fire.
He was so frightened for me that
night, you know.” To which Miss Mal
vina answered "No, of course,” and
then “Yes, of course.” vaguely tryiu
to meet all requirements. She was
thinking of how very ill Mr. Matthews
really was and of how entirely uncon
scious Oliva was of the impending ca
tastrophe. But it was not for her to
furnish enlightenment.
Some one, Miss Maivina decided, cer
tainly ought to be within call at night
in case—in case of the worst. Dr. Go
van was out of the question. He was
too old and too necessary to the well
being of the rest of Mandeville to be
risked. She thought of Tom Broxtou,
but Tom was hundreds of miles away
hard at work. Mr. Matthews had told
her he was in an electrician’s office in
Kansas City. Ollie never heard from
him at all nowadays. She thought of
herself, only to think next of her moth
er. She could uot stay away from the
cottage at night. Why should not Clar
ence Westover stay? She gave Olivia
the benefit of her views on this point.
“I think, my dear, you ought to have
some one besides old Reuben in the
house at night. It is just possible you
might want to send for Dr. Govan dur
ing the night. I was thinking that Mr.
Westover would be just t'ue one.”
“Clarence to sit up at night? Oh,
then you must think papa very ill in
deed !”
“I don’t think anything of the kind,”
said Miss Malvina recklessly. “I was
just thinking that naturally it would
cheer you up some to have him about.”
A soft glow spread over the girl's
tired face. The mere suggestion had
proved cheering.
“Oh, he is just as nice as can be! He
comes every day and has wanted to
help nurse from the very beginning,
and—and—it would be immensely com
forting to me just to know that he was
within call, but papa seems to have
such an aversion to any one being in
his room. He has said over and over
again that he hoped I would not take
advantage of him when he was asleep
to leave a stranger in charge of him.
As if I would take advantage of him
under any circumstances!” she added
mournfully.
“The very best of men are selfish
pigs when it comes to sickness,” said
Miss Malvina, with scorn in her eyes
and a fixed purpose in her heart.
She found Clarence Westover tether
ing his horse to- the Matthews rack.
She went toward him eagerly.
“Well, I call this providential; that I
do. I was just easting about in my
mind how I could get a message to
5 T ou.”
“Worse?” He nodded gravely to
ward the house.
“No; I can't say that I see any
change at all, but it is just this way:
Things arc in too critical a condition
for that child to he left alone at night,
with no one but old Reuben to call on
in case of—of”—
“I understand. I have thought so all
along. I have pleaded with her for
permission to stay. She has refused
me with singular obstinancy. I can
not stay in spite of her.”
“That is just exactly what you must
do. I know. It is all his doings. She
would be glad to have you. I know it.
But she wouldn’t go against his wishes
for the universe. I don't suppose he
can help being selfish, seeing he is a
man. She needs you desperately, Mr.
Westover. What are you going to do
about it?”
A second of silent reflection fell be
tween them, and then Westover solved
the Droblem cheerfully.
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“I have it. I can be on hand and lie
none the wiser for it. I don’t suppose,
now, any one is likely to visit the little
side porch his room opens on after
dark?”
“No. Splendid! There is a hammock
swung there just outside his windows.
You can hear everything that goes on
in the room.”
“I’ll do it,” said Clarence with deci
sion. “I will come after dark. Fortu
nately there is no moon to tell on me.”
“Nor any dog,” Miss Malvina added
reassuringly. “My dear Mr. Westover,
what a load you have lifted off my
heart!”
And as she trotted briskly home
ward, with that much lightened organ
warming toward Ollie’s lover, she said
to herself that she guessed they had
alljieen unjust to this young man be
cause they had dedicated Ollie to Tom
Broxton and maybe because he wore
patent leather shoes in the daytime.
Mandeville had its own standards,
and Miss Malvina stood by them.
Patent leather stood for holidays and
holy days. Her loving heart was very
full just then. What with pitying ten
derness for Ollie, SQmber anticipations
for Lawyer Matthews and growing
anxiety for her mother it could not
well be fuller. She had to admit to
herself that her mother was growing
queerer every day.
And the queerer she grew the more
frenzied became her dislike for Hor
ace Matthews. In her efforts to ac
count for it Miss Malvina recalled the
psychological fact that mentally unbal
anced people frequently selected some
one individual as the object of their
especial detestation. Sometimes it was
those they had most reason to love
and admire. Her mother was certain
ly a monomaniac where the lawyer
was concerned. When she had heard
of the sale of Broxton Hail, for in
stance, she had laughed malicious^-
and said that Tom could send that
business higher than a kite. She had
all she could do to keep her mother
from breaking out into her dreadful
tirades of abuse-before others.
So Miss Malvina in her little three
roomed cottage and Olivia Matthews
in her mansion of many rooms were
each winning their way through the
shadows with heavy hearts amid fore
boding fears.
As ordered by Dr. Govan, Reuben
was night nurse and Olivia tended the
sick man during the day. Said the
gentle old doctor:
“Reuben can stand loss of sleep bet
ter than you can, my dear, and it
would distress your father to see you
about him when you should be getting
your proper rest.”
But Ollie had her doubts about Reu
ben’s superior powers of endurance,
and after stealing into the dimly light
ed sickroom twice in one night to find
patient and nurse botli in a profound
slumber she aroused Reuben and drew
him eautiouslj’ out into the hall.
“It is nearly midnight, Reuben, and
I have been sleeping nicely ever since
8 o’clock. You go now and rest until
daybreak. You say be does not get
restless before then. Come back at
first peep of day, and he will never
have missed 3-011.”
This suggestion fell in so comfort
ably with Reuben's own desires that
she did not have to urge it very strenu
ously. With yawning thanks he shuf
fled out of sight.
Olivia stole noiselessly into the sick
room to take his place. The sick man
was in a profound sleep. She lowered
the lamp on the hearth a trifle and
moved the screen so that the shadows
cast by it on the ceiling above the bed
should take on fewer fantastic shapes.
She shook the water pitcher softly to
make sure of the presence of ice in it.
She examined the tumblers of physic
to be quite sure of the next dose in
case she had to administer it before
Reuben’s return.
Gratified to find the patient remain
unconscious of all this subdued activ
ity, she curled herself up in the great
armchair on the side of the bed next
“I have been biding my time."
to the wall, where she would be com
pletely hidden should her father open
his eyes, but need no attention. Then
she administered a small dose of com
fort to her own anxious heart.
“He is better. He must be better.
Dr. Govan said if he could only sleep
better all would be well, and now he is
sleeping splendidly.”
With folded arms and closed eyes
she fell to picturing things as they
would shape themselves as soon as her
father should leave his sick bed. She
would tell him how Clarence was
pleading for an immediate marriage so
as to help her take care of him in his
declining years. It was lovely to have
her lover so fond of her father, but
then everybody looked up to and rever
enced her father. It would be terrible
to have a father whom all the world
could not look up to. And thus com
forting herself after the manner of all
things j'oung and innocent she settled
herself to keep vigil. In five minutes
she was sound asleep. Not for very
long. She fell a-dreaming, an unpleas
ant, startling dream. She fancied some
terrible, wild thing was standing over
her father’s Sick bed with flame in its
eyes- and venom on its tongue. She
writhed as one does in the conscious
effort to shakflB off a nightmare and
opened her eyes, only to cover them
with her trembling hands as she smoth
ered the impulse to cry out.
Standing close by the pillows of the
sick man was the tall, white, robed
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figure, never to be forgotten, that had
once before deprived her of the power
of reasoning. High over a tumbled
mass of snow3 T white hair it held the
small bedroom lamp that had been
burning low on the hearth.
The Broxton ghost stood revealed in
“Mother” Spillman! In that one
frightened glance Olivia had made that
discovery. But how was she to get
this determined old woman, tins avow
ed lunatic-, away from her father’s bed
side quietly? Petrified by fear, help-
lessl3’ easting about for a plan of ae
tiou that would not react upon her be
loved patient, the girl shivered with
renewed terror as “Mother” Spillman
in a low voice, made intense by the
concentrated passion of purpose, en
tered upon her awful arraignment:
“You are ill, Horace Matthews, ill
unto death perhaps. I have been bid
ing my time. Before another night
passes over your head you may stand
in tiie presence of your Maker and
your Judge. What will you answer
when he asks you how the orphan lias
fared at your Lands, how the son of
the man who loved and trusted 3 - ou far
beyond your deserts had been treated?
Why has Rufus Broxtou’s son waxed
poor and you rich, Horace Matthews?
“You know me. Oh, I see that 3-ou
do, for all 3-ou are staring at me as if
you saw a specter. You’ve looked at
me many a time that way, Horace,
when I’ve caught you at some of 3-our
vicious bo3 - tricks long ago. And
know you through and through,
laughed when I heard of your books
and papers being burnt up. That was
one of your old tricks. You burnt up
a composition book when you were a
boy when your theft of an essay was
threatened with discovery. You burnt
up your philosophy to escape an extra
hard task. It lias been a silly but a
vicious practice of 3-0111-3 ever since
you were 10 years old. It served you
in good stead when vouchers that did
not exist were to !>e produced.
“But I did uot come here to rail at
you for bygones. 1 came here to plead
the cause of the orphan son of the best
friend you ever had. As you hope for
forgiveness hereafter, Horace Mat
thews, make such restitution as is
possible to that poor boy. You have
ruined him, and you know it. The
money you have piled up for your girl
will never do her any good, never!
“You have bedecked her with stolen
jewels, and you know it. You fasten
ed Lucetta Broxton’s pearl necklace
about her pure 3-oung neck the night
she was 18 years old, just the age at
which poor Lucetta died. It ia a won
der it did uot scorch the child’s flesh.
“You see, I am old, but I do not for
get my friends. They call me crazy.
My own girl has joined in the cry
against mo. But I have mind enough
left to remember the things that are
worth remembering. I remember the
love and gratitude I owe to every
member of the Broxton family. I have
tried to serve Thomas, but his faith in
you was not to be shaken. You lost
some papers the night his father died.
You did not make a very thorough
search for them. I think you pre
ferred to have them lost. But they
were found and brought to me. The
Lord put them as a weapon in my
hand. I read them, and I hid them.
“1 meant to give them to Thomas
when lie should come of age and your
control of him cease. But 1 lost them.
I think I know how, hut I can't say
where. You see, my poor head plays
me tricks sometimes. It is not as
serviceable as it was when you were a
boy, Horace.
“In the envelope you lost there was
an unfinished letter from Rufus Brox
ton to Ills son. I went up to the house
at night to give it to him. He was
asleep, poor laddie, and I twisted it
ubout some flowers that i had laid over
his father’s picture as my poor tribute
of love.
“You see, I wanted him to have that
letter, but I did not want you to know
about it, for then you would know
where the other papers were. So I re
sorted to a clumsy trick to make him
believe there was something super
natural about his getting the letter,
and then I knew he would hold his
tongue. Some time or other Tom and
I will have a good laugh about the
Broxton ghost.
“I carried ail the papers with me
when I went up to the Hall. I was
afraid to leave them behind. . I was
afraid Malvina would get hold of them
and give them to 3-011. Malvina is on
your side, so I had to be sly, oh, so
sly, Horace. But 1 lost the papers.
They are lost, lost, lost!
“I see the gleam of triumph in your
glazing eyes, Horace. But 1 know
the papers all by heart. 1 will tell it
all in open court some day if the dear
Lord will only leave me here until
Thomas comes back. I will swear that
3011 could not give a title to Broxton
Hall, and then Thomas can get it back.
But, 0I1. I grow so weak, and Thomas
tarries so long!
“I don’t want to go before Thomas
comes. I may die tonight. I may die
tomorrow. I've used my last strength
to drag myself to your bedside. He
who forgave the dying thief upon the
cross can forgive you, too, and he will,
Horace, if 3-ou will only make restitu
tion to that poor boy. He is a God of
mere3’, in whose name I make this ap
peal.”
Gasping as one coming out of deep
waters does, Olivia threw herself upon
the bed and stretched sheltering arms
about the sick man.
“Father, father, forgive me! I ought
to have protected 3 - ou better. I was so
frightened I could neither move nor
speak. It is just poor old crazy ‘Mother’
Spillman. I shall call Reuben to take
her home.” *
He was breathing stertorously. His
eyes were fixed on the stern white face
of his accuser. Terror was legibly in
scribed on every line of his pallid
face. He looked be3’ond Olivia, as if
her loving voice had not reached him.
It reached the old woman, who gave a
start of surprise and said in gentler
tones than she had 3-et used:
“I am sorry you were close by, child,
but I had^a duty to perform. It could
not be put off an3 - longer.”
Olivia pressed her hands tenderiy
upon her father’s wide stretched lids
and whispered caressingly in his ear.
“There, dear, don’t look at her. It is
only poor old ‘Mother* Spillman, who
does not know what she is talking
about. _ They ought to keep her under
be
toe it and key,”
Stretching her hand for the bell on
the table by the bed, she rang a sharp
summons for Reuben on it. She rose
from the bed and turned with gentle
dignity toward the old woman.
“Mrs. Spillman, I have rung for Reu
ben to see you home. Miss Malvina
will be dreadfully frightened about
you.”
She was as an autumn leaf in the
strong current of the relentless old wo
man’s will. As a candle will some
times burn its brightest before flicker
ing to its death, “Mother” Spillman
temporarily recovered the strong in
dividuality that had made her as the
minister's wife the terror of every evil
doer in her husband’s parish.
“Girl, I am sorry for you, truly sorry,
but I have work to do. For his sake,”
nodding her white head toward the
bed, “keep your man at a distance.
Your promise, Horace. There is yet
time. Do not go into the presence of
your Maker with a sin burdened soul.
You know whether my words are the
words of truth or the ravings of a
crazy old woman. You know, and”—
she raised one long arm to point sol
emnly upward—“he knows.”
Her father’s awful silence appalled
Olivia. He was staring stonily at his
accuser. The muscles of his neck and
jaws twitched convulsively, but no
words came from his parched lips.
Olivia lost all control at the sight.
“He is dying, dying, and you have
killed him! Father, don’t die before
3 r ou have answered her! Don’t go with
her awful words ringing in my ears! 1
know they are false, all false, father,
but I want to hear you say so! Silence
her yourself, father! Speak to me only
onqe! Speak, papa!”
“He cannot,” said the old woman
mercilessly. “The Lord has stricken
his false and deceitful tongue. It is
paralyzed.”
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SUSPICION IS CATCHING.
The next da3 T ’s sun had run its
course, its last friendly service bein
to gild with transient glory the top
most branches of the ancient cedars
that flanked the front gate of the Mat
thews cottage on either side. They
were wrapt in twilight gloom when
Olivia opened the gate between them
and stood staring down the road with
unseeing eyes. Dr. Govan had just
passed out of sight. He had spent
nearly the whole day with her father.
She bad been rigidly excluded from
the sickroom. They had broken her
heart by telling her that it was her fa
ther’s wish.
“Her distress was agitating to the
patient,” the old doctor had said, with
naternal kindness, adding, “Since you
can do no good in there, my dear,”
with a grave nod toward the sickroom,
‘you had better brace yourself by a
long walk.”
She had listened to him restlessly,
with a haggard look in her childish
eyes, which had great black rings
around them.
‘Will father ever speak again, Dr.
Govan?” she asked sharply.
“Speak aggin? Oh, yes! He has
spoken. I promise you he shall scold
you roundly for- those white cheeks
and staring eyes before bedtime.”
She waved one hand impatiently.
‘He must speak, doctor. There is
something he must tell me before—be
fore”— She gasped and added in a
choked voice, “Did Clarence tell you?”
“About that old lunatic's visit last
night? Of course he did. I saw her
today. She is properly punished, poor
old imbecile—uot punished, for she did
not know what she was about. She’s
about done for herself, coming up here
in those thin house shoes. Malvina is
pretty well broken up about it all.”
Ollie moved up very close to the old
man and put her clasped hands on his
heart as she said pleadingly, “She is a
lunatic, isn’t she. Dr. Govan?”
“Mad as a March hare.”
“And nobod3’ ever thinks of believing
what lunatics say, do they, Dr. Go-
van?”
“Not unless they are a little touched
themselves.”
He had no difficulty in tracing her
meaning. It was a piteous plea for
faith in her father. Westover had told
him of the scene he had invaded with
out revealing his own part in the pro
ceeding. But, knowing as well as he
did the old woman’s mania, the doctor
had no difficulty in supplying the de
tails.
“Poor papa—to think of my not pro
tecting him better!”
Dr. Govan pushed her gently toward
the door. “There, there, child, go. You
are working yourself up into a condi
tion of absolute uselessness.”
“Oh, that will never do! I must not
become useless while father needs me.
I will go for a walk.”
“That’s right. You are a good child.
See that 3-our walk means something.
I will be back about 10.”
Another installment of this interesting
story will appear in our paper next week.
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Democrats Want Him to Serve on In
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