The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-06-26

tndt truth TOT nerSei1 many Sau year
ago; and in learning it, had gathered
up scorn and contempt and bitterness
into her heart that all that was tender
aud womanly in her nature had been
nearly withered by it. But in all her
past life she had never yet listened to
such revelations as she listened to to-
night. Her father was a hardened
sinner, drunkard, a blasphemer,-
she had known all that; but she had
not known until now how be had rob-
bed the poor aud betrayed the be- p
less; how he had made women out
casts and children beggars how even
now, out from the place of his unfor-
gotten ipiquities, cry of cursing, like
the smoke of furnace, must BE- roll
ing across the broad seas towards him.
She learned it now, sitting quite still,
with no change coming on her rigid
face; and she judged him with such
judgment as few women, let it be
hoped, have ever scared their souls by
uttering.
The fair Summer evening drew on to
its close. The sun had set, and twi-
drinking The Hutchinsons house
was removed by about quarter of
mile from the rest of the village. aud
the small amount of stir and life that
on Summer evenings ordinarily went
on there did not reach them. No
neighbor ever looked in for draught
of beer or an hours chat with Gregory;
few even passed the door, for the
house stood off the main road, at the
head of lane that led to no thorough
fare. They were entirely undisturbed,
therefore, tonight throughout the
whole time that Gregory and Skeeton
sat drinking, and as the light faded
and night drew on a feeling of alarm
seized on Priscilla, lest they should
continue to drink there until her
father sank into his customary in
toxicated stupor, and she should be
LETT alone with his companion. But
this did not happen tonight.
They we're still talking loudly, when
in the midst of some shameless
"reminiscences, with a laugh Skeeton
exclaimed-t4r p5
Why, that was the week before
you managed the best stroke of bust
ness you ever did in your life. That
night week was the very night
Bursting into a savage oath, Greg
DRY started to his feet and interrupted
him. Rage or fear seemed suddenly
TO have sobered him.
" What the devil d We mean by talk
In o that fore her ?" he cried hoarse-
ly.
'Whew! I supposed she knew"
the other carelcssly answered. - Why
don't you tell her, you old hypocrite?"
The old man stood glaring at him
without replying; after a few mo-
ments, in tone OF helpless threaten
ing
When are We goin Pare ye goin'
to stay here all night?" he sharply
demanded. Come-trampl Ye've
been here long enough, = tramp, [
say!"
Put your hand in your pocket,
then, my good friend" Skecton an
swered coolly, as he rose up. Mines
empty, and I've no fancy for lying out
of doors tonight. Come" he held
out his hand mo shilly -shallying.
Ye beggar, dye think I'm goin
to stan the keep o YEP" Gregory
roared out
Keep a civil tongue in your head
you'd better" the other answered
with a laugh. Remember who was
in the lane that night
Ye devil, hush! +"
The two men stood face to-face,
hatred and cowardice in the looks of
one; cold, cunning malignity in those
of the other After few moments
Gregory put his hand into his pocket,
and drew out coin.
Take that, and the Devil go with |
vel" he muttered, and threw it on the
table.
TO BE CONTINUED