Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1863-08-06
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Eustace Clay's hand was on his sons
shoulder rs he spoke. Horace half turned
and at one glance Of that CHASTITY face. the
father instinc,ively recoied.
Father. cannot he said, in q low.
hollow voice.
Try the effect of travel persuaded the
millionaire. caressingly. DIR. Phillips
says your nervous system is shattered
that change of air would do wonders for
YOU
DIR. Phillips knows nothing Of it, said
Horace almost impatiently. Il know l ans
i'll. sir-but | do not think shall die. If
do f
My child-my sonp appealed Mr.. Clay.
do not speak in this melancholy way
You are all have in the world to love-
if lose you lose ALL
If die persisted the young man calm
ly. it will be Of 4 broken heart. | do not
say this to-wound you. sir-but it is ne
cessary that you should know alls Father,
will you lay aside the pride that is part
of your very nature--will you not write
to-
L have written Horace; have humLled
myself before that man as | could scarce
have deemed possible week ago. have
implored him to forget and forgive; and
oil FOR your sake Horace
And he has answered -
He has refused with bitter words Of
scorn Horace. would lay down my life
for your happiness. dear boy; yet even
that, fear would be in vain. There is
but one alternative left-you must strive
to forget this GIRL
\ And while the words were yet on his
lip. Mr.. Clay saw how impossible it was
that they could ever he acted out.
The snow lay in deep freezing drifts a.
mong the deep clefts of the solitary hills;
the January starlight wore its silver hyero-
gliphics on the window panes of Job Mil
ler's lonely house. contrasting strangely
with the ruddy flicker of the fire within.
Job Miller sat beside the blaze. his eyes
fixed mechanically upon the pages of the
worn Bible that lay on his kness, and as
he shifted his position. letter fell from
his waistcoat pocket to the ground.
Whats that Job?'
'Eustace Clay's letter.. answered Job.
carefully replacing it. 'Ah. wife. its a
grand thing for the millionaire to be beg
ging and imploring of his old enemy the
/ one thing that his money can't buy
During all the week that had elapsed
since the evening in which the hope, of the
young lovers had been plighted. jobs lips
had been sternly sealed upon the subject
and no one. not even trembling. heart bro
ken Hannah, had dared approach it. Now
however. Mrs Miller's work dropped to
the floor, and she had come to his side.
Job. will you not relent?'
.Relent? MOI
Husband entreated the wife, Eustace
Clay has wrongcd you-but there is a no.
bier revenge than you have dreamed Of
You ask God to forgive you your trespas g.
es. while you have not forgiven them that
trespass against you.
Job Miller sat in silence, with immov-
able and suppressed lips.
job continued his wife. have pity on
this poor young man. If it were your own
Jasper--is-
She watched him keenly-nay, she had
net touched the right cord vet.
If Hugh had lived--our dead boy she
faltered. %. husband. let the memory oil
our dead Hugh plead for his living sister.
She broke down here. that poor wistfu1
mother. in flood of crying. Job smooth.
ed down her gray locks with kindly
hand-he was evidently touched
There is muca reason ia what you say
Rachel, he uttered. but one thing is Ger.
tain-I will be revenged on Eustacc Clay.
He rose up next morning cooler AMI
firmer than ever.
| 'Daughter!' he said turning 10 the chair
where Hannah sat, her golden hair droop
ing low over the book she was but pre-.
lten,ling to read. put on your bonnet.
want you to take a journey with me-
Father l would rather stay at home
My child, it will do you good 10 &C
company me-
Hannah shook her head gently, but sh,
did not venture to demonstrate. Jobs vii
was law in his family.
There is an old man. sir. below wishes
to see you
Eustace Clay--ah! how oil and gray b,
has grown in those few weeks-glance,
impatiently up from his paper. and CAV
orders that the stranger should be shown
in. But the calmness with which he q
waited his visitor changed 10 blank sur
prise when his eyes fell on his visitor
face.
! JOB MiIler!'
Yes. Eustsce Clay. it is Job Miller
We have met once more after all thes,
years. Do you not fear to give me you
hand, Eustace--the wrongs Nrankled Ion,
in my heart. but they are forgiven at last
And in token thereof, l have brought 20,
a present.
"a PRESENT. vaguely repeated Mr.. Clay
his hand still embodied in the rough palm
{ of the old farmer. what is it?' - s
'Yous son will tell you better than i
cam said Job, composedly, and unawe,
by the splendor that surrounded him.
i believe the maa said he was in yonde
| ROOM
As Miller pointed to an adjoining door
Clay threw it open. --
There we've only two persons In th
{ room-Horace Clay standing by the win