The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-04-01

OAI IL Was LOO AGAO A0Wr
| down the stairs. and entered a small
unlighted room adjoining the parlor.
In another moment there was aroll
of wheels on the street, a carriage
STONED az the door, and there was a
low ring at the bell.
"They carry the matter boldly" he
mutfered. Whatever agony of mind
the old love that would not be stifed
had cost him tonight was over now;
an im~placable madness seized him
the fury with which the hound pants
before it falls upon its prey. They
were in his power.
Is crept nearer to the door; held
it ajar, his hand upon the lock. He
heard CrOmpton enter, and the next
moment the soft rustic of Mary's
dress. He could not distinguish her
made him shudder. Not tor years
had they thrilled with such nervous,
trembling joy as now: She laughed
once-a low, bysterical laugh; not lar
from tears. Crompton spoke In a
whisper. Once she raised her voice
a little.
you do not know what to-day is
to mel l have waited tor 1t Tor
yearsP'
Bender raised his hand; his finger
was on the trigger. He pushed the
door, but before it opened, Mary left
the parlor, going lightly up the stairs.
She had apparently forgotten some
thing for her flight.
He stood waiting; her steps sounded
above him. When she should re-
open would be his time.
a. a- l1aA M
ment more-then-she broke into the
verse of an old song; an old silly
habit Of hers was to sing when her
heart was full:
Sac true his heart, sac smooth his speech,
His breath like caller air,
His very foot has music int
rs 1t comes up the stairs.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a,
There's little pleasure in the house
When my gudeman's AVA.
1t was his song. He had liked it
best in their old counting days; he
had made her sing the children to
sleep with it always.
The pistol dropped from his hand.
"She is true. My God she is true!'
He stood there, for how long he
never knew. He heard the low
muir of their voices. The devil, be
sure, did not leave him altogether.
He fancied her hand in Crompton's;
their lips meeting. But the weapon
lay untouched at his feet.
Why should he not at least open
the door2 He had a right to their
secret, whether guilty or not. The
man trembled; great drops of sweat
Wrung out on his forehead.
she is my wife. She is a true wo-
man. Though she kill me. yet [ will
trust In her" Yet there was nothing
to fight back the devil of suspicion
but that CHEEKY old song.
The hall door opened and shut at
last. There were hnrried voices out
side, and then the carriage rolled
away. Was she gone?
He thrust the pistol into his breast
and opened the door. Mary stood
there. her face flushed, tears in her
eyes, folding up a strip of paper.
When she saw him she sprang forward
and Rugged him close.
THE money! she sobbed. For
the mortgagel" crying and laughing
till she cried again; telling him be-
tween times that she made it-she-
in her usual tumultuous fashion.
Couldn't he understand"
mo, l don't understand" he said,
/; soothing and petting as he had for.
1 gotten to do for many a long day. IL
| have been duller than you know,
Mary. But it's all over now, thank
Godl'
at was all my drawing, you know,
Sam. My one talent, as you used to
call it. When you were so hardly
, pressed, two years ago, l thought L
might turn it to account. | went to
the Academy of Design. And l
turned it to aceount-in designing.
Don't you understand now? Friend
{ Matthew Saul said | bad a very pretty
gift, indeed. Everybody was anxious
to help me. It's such a friendly
, world, Sam" creeping closer to him.
l us it, Mary2 Perhaps so. God
knows"
S 80 they took me into the estab-
lishment, and paid me for designinG
new patterns for gas fixtures. Ter
t dollars a stone. That was two years
d money till to-day. | heard-(takinl
=, breath and speaking slowly)-tha
d you were not to receive your back
} pay. SO l went to MI. Crompton thi.
d afternoon, and asked for q settlement
He is the business man, and so con
siderate and kind / always though
d how much alike you we're, and wha
good friends you would be when yol
} knew him. 1t wasn't pay day, and i
" took some time to make out my &C
d count. But he offered to bring tn
3 money himself tonight, that l Nigh
u give it to you as a surprise IN tn
Id morning. And he did bring it, an,
10 there is enough to pay off the mort
We gage; and now have you nothing an
70 nobody you can call your own In tn
CT world-not even me?"
Sam Bender only held his wifi
g close to his breast and kissed hel
e, he vas deeply moved that she did no
ne heed it.
ad You thought me brutal-mad, tC
night. Mary?"
&c Bless your dear, old miserab,
facet How could l be so silly? Yo
y; have been Ill and nervous, and lth
wv disappointment to-day was more tha
YOU could bear. [ understand it al
In / sent Jackey in, thinking he woul
he comfort you. Shall we go and tie
ad Jackey about the mortgage?" AM
-eT iously. :,
ed II doubt if he would understand
as, PERHAPS not" looking blan
m Though Jaokey understands a gre
ue many things that would surprise 20
He's a very wise child. Who CT
OF that be, so late? Mr.. Crompton
m carriage againl'
nti The door opened and a handson
70 Irishman entered, a lady on his arr
Id He blushed a little as he glance
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