The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-03-08
CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER I.
Margaret, said Hugh Churchill A.
lie came abruptly into his sisters room
one morning, "who do you suppose il
dead9'
ne address was startling enough in it.
'eii' but there was suppressed excitemeu,
in the speakers face, and a suppressed
tone OF awe in his voice, that made Mar
garet Churchill turn pale as she looked nm
from her sewing in quick alarm.
Indeed cannot tell, Hugh" she said
Not-not anybody | care about. surely p
Care about repeated her brother
Not unless you care about knowing tina,
lie has gone to his deserts in another and
"A hotter world That is all the concern
feel in Henry Tyrrell's death, am sure -
Henry Tyrrell Is he deadY'
lie dropped down with a fl, of apo
pleSy an hour ago"
"Where2"
ION the street. was sitting in Morri-
son ONCE about ten o'clock, and Glanced
to see him walk past, looking as usual:
yet scarcely five minutes later, a bow
rushed in saying that Mr.. Tyrrell had lust
fallen down dead or course. we ran ont
at once lie was not dead, however: SO
we carried him into the Office, and sent for
Tue doctors at once. They were all there
IN no time, but they could do nothing for
him, and he has just died"
His voice sank a little lower over the
last words, and look of horror came into
Margaret Churchilrs face.
Died like that o Hughl how terri
Die Surely he said something-surely he
made some PREPARATION for such an awCul
lifew
Her brother laughed, not mrthfullr.
DO you believe in death bed atone.
ments, Madge2 | confess don't and |
doubt if Tyrrel did, either. He recovered
his senses toward the last, but he only NJ
tered two names. The fret was his
SONS
and the other?'
The young mans voice deepened. and a
change came over his face that hardened
and altered It, as he answered gra,elv. al
most sternly -
The other was-our iather'sw
Margaret looked up her awe-strucl,
eyes meeting his, aud Tor a moment neither
spoke. At last it was the girls voice that
said;-
God forgive lin -
Low rs the words were, they reached
Hugh CburchiIls ears, and brought a
dark cloud over his face.
So that is your idea Of christianity, i.
it, MadgeY he asked, bitterly. "A nice
place you and the ike Of you would make
Of heavenly, or earth, too If be.
lieved that few prayers and good works
ht the eleventh hour could atone for Henry
Tyrrells hall century Of wrong-doing.
would fling conscience 70 the wiuds. aud
live ~ he did-perhaps die a. be died. too
But that would make no difference ia your
liberal creed. don't pretend to decide
whether or not such opinions are orthodox.
but OF all the texts in Holy Writ / like
lest the one which says that what man
sows the same shall he reap, here aud
Hereafter
Margaret did not answer Her thoughts
indeed, seemed TO have wandered from her
brothers speech aud gone back Co what
lie had said before AZ least, when h.
flushed, she went on with the other train
Of thought
Aud he spoke Of papa? o Hugh
who can tell villa, he vas thinking7 !
wonder was Il the sight Of YOU that brought
back the past Did be see You At allY
he saw me- a. plainly A. YOU see m,
now. her brother answered Indeed.
doubt if be saw any one eIse wa.
standing at the foot OF the bed, and. when
he opened his ewes they rested mlI ON my
nce Aud with such look Madge, ii
,,as awful. dou ,Aiuk shall ever Tor.
cetit 1t was 50 solemn and yet 50 dsh.