The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-01-29

me hundred from Miss WIS fortune which
10 to be bestowed on you, for I'm awful
hard up"
| The note had evidently been written in
great haste, but it needed no signature to
| prove that it was from Fred Chandler,
Roberts only brother, three years his ju-
Nor, and living in Philadelphia. She had
never seen him, though Robert had told
her how much they resembled one another.
He was seldom mentioned; evidently there
were few pleasant associations connected
with him. He was disspsted, married to
lovely woman, and an inmate of his father
in-law's house. SO much she knew.
The clock licked on, and struck the
hours once, twice, three times. The fire
died down till its light went out and moth
ing was left but ashes, and still Agnes
Westfield sat, with the written page held
between her fingers and eyes staring blank
ly ahead into her lonely, miserable future.
Most deceived where che had most trusted
betrayed with kiss.
BY eight o'clock the next evening Robert
Chandler was at the Clarendon, but paused
in his rapid walk through the hall as the
clerk said:
miss Westfeld has gone, sir"
"Gonei J"
"Her trunks were sent to the New Ha-
ven depot at noon to-day, and she gave up
he room for the rest of the season. This is
for you;" and he handed him an envelope
which she had left at the desk
'But where has she gone? What did she
say?"
He did not attempt to open the note,
which he held in bewildered, mystified
way.
"Nlerely THAI circumstances had COM
ali ID - \
could not see you, or had not time to see
you'll have forgotten the exact words
she would like to have me give you the let
ter when you came tonight. OF course
that explains everything"
"Why of course. How stuuid T. and he
tore it open, walking away from the desk
as he did so.
Four pictures and note-"Dear old
boy, you think you've been smart in hook
ing goldfish, and So"
For the first time in his life Robert Chan
dler cursed his brother.
Agnes Westfield sat beside the window,
small and many paned, of an old-fashioned
New Jersey farm-ho She was too in
tent upon watching the sullen, gray sky
and the great foam capped waves tossing
III tLc uietdDCc " OiN Sdpldln lleWl
enter the room. His heavy voice startled
her.
"Itll be mighty wild night below the
Point, take it. You've wanted to see a
storm down here, and reckon you'll have
chance this time. It's blowing great
guns"
81 wish l were q man, Captain lewis"
she said in reply; 81 should certainly go
with you. / suppose you will be Of all
night. But l think you said shipwrecks
were not usual here"
mo, not very common or very desper-
about ats We s dog hsvf any such read
dashing along in this quarter need some
sharn, looking after in such etorn as we
are likely to have in - E~-- Lo~~-." -
set about filling large lantern which had
done duty many times before
His prophecy proved true one. His
wife and Miss Westaeld sat together by the
kitchen fire till long after midnight, for the
furious wind raging about the cottage made
all sleep impossible.
The return of the old captain was a re-
lief to both of them, though they knew in
stinctively that he and the neighbors who
were with him were bringing at least one
who did not 60 with them.
"Don't be frightened, Miss Westfeld,"
he said as he came in "Mother and l are
used to this sort of work, but unless YOU
are pretty plucky, it may upset you. This
way" to the men who followed him, and,
passing through the kitchen to the little
bedroom, they carried man, dead, she
thought, with blood upon his face, repul-
sive object.
"There were two of them,' the captain
explained, Crying to make landing just
| below in little shell of sail boat. The
other one wasn't hurt, only well soaked,
| and John Blake took him home with him.
This one was struck about the head with
heavy chain. We had tight pull to get
| at them, for the wind beat us of So"
The peaceful, brilliant morning gave no
| sign of the terrible storm which had pre-
ceeded, but the injured man in the little
| bedroom was delrous, and talked wildly
while the doctor dressed the wound upon
his head
"Nothing serious" he said, shut must
be kept as quiet as possible for few days.
OF course you've seen the man who brought
him down, Lewis?"
"Yes, but he does not know who he is or
where he came from, was The reply. But
we'll take good care of him.
| An hour later. Mrs. Lewis, coming from
the sick mans room, startled her husband
by the ghaslly look upon her face.
"What is it, mother 2" he asked.
"God forgive me- she groaned, sinking
into chair, and rocking herself to and fro.
81 can never forgive him. Charles, you
have more christian charity in your heart
| than ever had, but even you could not
have known who you brought me to take
care of.
A suspicion crossed his mind. Could
there be more than one person in the world
toward whom this gentle woman could
cherish such bitterness Could the man
lying under his roof be the one who had
brought them the only sorrow they had
| ever known?
MARY could tell YOU" she went on, IN
an instant after. "ohe held his picture
when she died"
"Oh, mother!" with great, sudderina
gasp, "tbis is hard it's hard !"
Miss Westield stole quietly out of the
room.
On the fifth night she insisted on releiv
ing them Of their constant care of thei
charge but Mrs. Lewis demurred.
"You see, Miss Agnes, it don't seen
right for any one to do for him but husband
and myself. Our hearts have been hare
toward him, for long, long time, and now
we have got chance--perhaps-
She broke down sobbing
"There 10 50 little to do, only to keeI
the bandages moistened, you said, and giv'
that medicine at intervals. insist on you
irving to get some rest Tonight" and sh,
carried her point, as she usually did.
Later, she entered the little bedroom TO
the first time since 1t had been occupied
and If she were startled at seeing the whit
face of Robert Chandler resting on the pill
low, she gave no outward sign. Perhap
! she was not surprised, after all. He wa
never long out of her thoughts-it nigh
not have seemed strange to see him befor
her eyes.
The long, solemn night passed in tn
old kitchen by the lonely. watching woma
came TO an end at last, and morning brough
Mrs. Lewis, who started back in alarm a
!, Miss Wes,felds appearance,