The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1866-08-25
miscellaneous.
SHOWING THE FUTURE.
By 7. s. ARTHUR.

g don't know any such person." said Mr.
Harwood. He spoke with emphasis; yet without
apparent feeling. "I know no Mr.. Stanton
Slowly, looking back twice ere she reached
the door, the servant retired. There was but
slight change in Mr.. Harwood when alone. His
head dropped q little his eyes were abstracted
a cruel hardness settled about his lips.
Meantime, the servant had returned to the par
lor where a visitor was waiting. This visitor
was young man, rather poorly dressed He
had thin face, pale about the womanly soft
lips and fine forehead, but fever-fushed on the
cheeks. His eyes were dark, large, and bright
but very sad. He rose, with an eager, expec-
tant manner, as the servant came in.
" Mr.. Harwood Says
What did he say ?'' The young mans voice
was unsteady.
4" That he doesn't know you, Mr.. Stanton"
The young man dropped into chair. The SER
want stood passive before him, her countenance
touched by pity and regret.
You must take him message then," said
the visitor, lifting his eyes to theservants face
She did not answer.
I" Will you repeat what say, word for word?'
If he will hear me-"
d" Go to him and say That Emily is dying
Dying!'' she calculated. Then turned and
fed from the room.
Mr.. Harwood was sitting where we left him,
the cruel hardness still upon his lips.
'sOh, sir Mr.. Stanton Says"
Silence !" He turned almost fiercely on the
servant. Her look of distress, as she stood
wringing her hands, eager, almost trembling, did
not move him.
eff you dare utter that name to me again, I'll
send you from the house 7! In his evaporation
Mr.. Harwood rose and drew his large frame TO its
full height.
g Emily is dying !" said the girl.
stOff with you-huzzy !" He advanced a steI
or two, threateningly, blind with sudden rage:
" In your extremity, may God be more mer'
ciful ~ said the servant, rousing herself to this
rebuke And she left the room.
"What answer ?'' eagerly demanded the young
man, as the girl re-entered the parlor. She shook
her head SAYING, I" He is without pity y
Did you say Emily was dying?'
"Yes."
Well ?"
g He drove me from the room.
" May God have mercy upon US ~ calculated
the visitor clasping his hands, and looking up.
ward- His face was like ashes. The bitterness
of despair was in his eyes. He said no more, but
went out
Emily dying Mr.. Harwood had heard with
out really comprehending all this announcement
conveyed. The servants solemn rebuke surpris.
ed him. Alone, once more, the binding mist o
passion began to disperse and the meaning o
of what had just been spoken, came into distinct
perception. Emily dying! Emily, his only daugh'
ter whom angry self-wil had banished because
of a marriage he did not approve /; and dogged
pride kept now, for over three years, in Danish
ment from the old love and the old home. Emil
ly dying
He stood very still-indeed, quite motoness-
in the spot where the servant had left him, the
red signs of passion gradually fading off from
nhoalrc and forehead
"Dying ~ He spoke the word in low, half
doubling, husky voice.
Diving n He repeated the word after a little
while, now with preceptble tremor, and in ev
ident painful surprise.
A wave of feeling swept over his face. His
hands and arms moved uneasily. He took {
| quick step forward toward the door through
which the servant had passed then checked
himself and remained irresolute.
HJane n called Mr.. Harwood, at last, In
sharp eager voice.
| The girl came slowly out of the parlor
g Has he gone ~ asked the father.
" Yes, sir"
eco quickly to the door and call him back
| If Emily is"
Jane did not wait for him to finish the sentenc
but ran along the hall to the street door ant
opening it, went out. She was gone for severa
minutes then came back with severe disap
/
couldn't see him anywhere, sir He wa
gone clear out of sight. Oh, dear wish yol
hadn't been so hard on him. Poor Mrs. Stanton
| She may be dead before we can find her.
Do you know where they live? I? asked Mr.
Harwood, coming halfway down stairs.
No, sir. He didn't say
Can't you find out /? Mr.. Harwood mani
| tested considerable agitation.
have no way of finding out, sir. Oh, dear
Ifyou'd only listened to me Poor, poor Mrs
Stanton She'll die all alone The girl stoo
wringing her hands and weeping.
Mr.. Harwood went to his room, conscience
smitten, and with the old, long obstructed lov
for his child flooding back upon his soul. Dy
ING ! The word was constantly repeating ltse
in his mind 1t seemed echoing in his ears froi
every corner of the apartment. Dying Ho7
sharply the tooth of fremorse began biting into b
heart. She was of delicate organization, like ht
mother, who had long ago been hidden frol
him in the grave; and, therefore, in danger {
disease under hardship privation, and such mer
tai suffering as must have followed hereruel bal
ishment. est :,
Night passed, and the morning came., b.
Mr.. Harwood had no clue by which he niigf
find his daughter. For three years he had kel
every avenue Of intelligence in regard 70 his sol
in-law, and daughter, obstructed. They hal