The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1873-02-05

ClI3 luHE ttt!1 alNIflf1I'' <tlli IhoPsttS -
l for :the honor which you DO me- ;
,1 "That is very likelN,'I said Tyt
relI, Smiling slightly, though grave
w. ."Bdt Fhave Something That
! must say to you, and, if you will
p allow fneI should prefer to sayii,
underyour owndrouf:at ''s2l p "a
I 4Whatecould Hugh reply TO this
!! Plainly nothing, oifl he desired tc
keep within the bounds Of, ordina
!. ry civility; and being, with all his
; faults, a gentleman, the young fel
low did desire that whatever he felt
!: should be evinced, and whatever he
j.; had to do should be done, according
; tothe letter Of thai courtesy which
especially distinguishes the gentle
man from. the, ,churl. He bowed.
therefore, thodgh very coldIy, and
! opened the gate for his unwelcom;;
LED ylssitor.,i9 100 IL p,a.hnoi:s ~ -
'T'Pray walk. iu, he said. b.aH II
I The other complied, and they
11walkcd together Up The short path
(which lea to- Tie door where no
Elatch-key'wasineeded,d for It stood
topen. to 1.-The dying beauty of the
: October day, but showed the ibmg ght
flicker of aWoodlfre from room
within. Sweet and 'hom eclike, lit
looked contrast, indeed, to athe
stately, gloomy house where. Roland
Tyrrell lived alone--and as they
entered the hall, "a figure, started
Enp from!a low chair in front of the
sparkling blaze on theparlor-h hearth.
!. rs that:you, 'Hugh?" asked a
pheasant voice. e had fire made
because I thought it would look
cheerful, and, do you know, T. be
lieye I have been half asleep,
"My sister, Mr.. Tyrrell,'',' said
Hugh, in a toue Of ice.
The freight was pretty and soft
with its capricious glow, but it was
notvery. bright, and the dusk Vas
deep in the little parlor, SO nobody
saw much of the surprise which
Margaret Churchill must have felt.
One uncomfortable start she gave,
but that was all, and her only wel-
come to this strange guest was a
| =; I,,,t ,bn ..- -. I/'.LS.lf.'
II. Then they sat acknowledgement
| in, the shade-and Hugh, who was
eyer ilmpetuqus, pluAgea at oneet to
Ittbbe pQlnt, nt,gS;no4.Gg., u'nEgtII oTe"
'I.must repeat that I am. !atoa
Toss to imagine what you, cap ,baye
Eto say Aisa7Ras gained me this visit,
Mfr. >T5r'el ll"''''"9 /, :" ~ /
Z, ':A!te Your" saio41ir; i TyT5re(s:iilI, i II
| a. tone: of'i.s6fhe Surprise !sTheHn
YOU rlust lave )folgUtteH very Soon
a eommhnicaioliio hiclty6i re-
eeiYed, from: my la~yeRnthe 'other
day; eor else YOU must, consider ME
YerS careless oE, ny fathers solemn
fIy:eSpgessed desire # you think, i
Gould rest satisfied M VII With tAe, e,od odeieis- ieii
ioh You 1!ettu1fihfG!d to finn. ',,",, .;d,
znHugh made ah impatient gesture.
ed "Thatmatter VAS ended Wheh 7
answered your lawyers 'letter,,'' he
said.so o,Tt you have come here to
reopen lit in anyimalperj You have
given yourself a great deal of fiuset
less ltesHsi,t5riqA9 t5rioqAp9Ple:, ,, .oo;'jd.Axa>i lid p"'m
7"You mean that youi are, deter
mined to refuse tue bequest Of a
man " wh9, y ,h4IyNH h9MNeyers rs}F4Flkz:4 }pFeeply 4e, lqay
Hive 'H%fohged* *yon, has, y passed he: b.
yohfthe n fsaoh of yohf Ii#y rsSsntmffnt lnf #;
drLl meau,".l answered Hugh, al
most tiereely,"t if tile man WHO
bequeathed rtAis insult to those
whom he has so deeply injured, J,
we're only alive, 1,.woulI fling it,
scornfully into his teeth. SINCE
that is impossible, 1 cast it back in 4
to- the 4ands Of those to whom. he
delegated this last office of hatred,
anvlI Ills voice fairly 'trembled
with passion liere@s'Dif ti}e1n' take
heed how they come Npress The
ottergo that which has beer once
rejected. ln4rai2rar u".i. I1a' 'i"4 u
Leaning, forward IN tile freight
Roland 1yrreu taetened:ahist dark
eyes keenly on the :kindling face
before him. At those last words spf
menace. a white hand stole out oil
the dusky shadows and laid ,itself|
with a gentle, warning tohch on
Hugh's shoulder Tyrrell's gaze
fell for a moment on this before
he spoke. Then he said, as qui-
+etly as ever: .~.. --~. . 1.'; --.'.'.
Il judged from your letter that
YOU. took some such view of my
fathers bequest as, this. and L came
prepared to find you tar from mod
crate i'll feeling or expression. /
see you wonder achy 1 came (the
question had risen plainly to Hugh's
eyes,. "Simply Tor tits: to do
an act Of justice to the dead, You
say that, in leaving. you a legacy,
/ my father meant to leave you a
Iposthumous insult. In this you
wrong him as much as it is in the
power OF one man to wrong an
other. For MANY years before his
death lie bore about continually
augmeuting sense OF the great in
jury he once did you, 1t poisoned
his Efn co nntirply that his ONLY