Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-04-04

me IL don't know him, knew Fen
ton that----a blank pause checked
him and US alike, and living flame
swept into Mina's face ard that OF
/, her interrogator simultaneously.
Putting my hand on Mina's should
or, felt her from bling like an aspen
just then Mrs Haskell came fut.
tering up to US in her humming-
bird kind of way. | can see her now.
MIR. Haskell are you quite oblivious
to rei' saments {? And the little
woman was very welcome.
Afterwards during the evening |
was admiring rare plant, and we
stood apart, our pleasant hostess and
/.
Ibid Mr.. Haskell do anything
very dreadful p she asked. your
faces all looked so strangely, l ex-
pected he had been making one Of
| his mistakes. The most uncalculat-
ing man in the world. Acts the
thought of the moment right out, let
1t be what it may. just like a child,
And then he has such seasons of be
ing sorry for his want Of fofethought.
cannot imagine what he could have
been saying to Miss Fenton with
such face.
Il was glad l need not inform the
little woman of the probable import
OF her husbands interrupted sen
tence.
poor Nina She crept into my
arms that night and sobbed her
heart out without word. The lit
tie, frail flower. TO have DO home
was hard enough, without meeting,
even among stran gers the ghost of
the family tragedy. "a defaulter who
had committed suicide!' [ knew
the unspoken words were ranking 10
her heart. Ny sympathy was ali /
could give her But every since that
night, it has seemed to me that for
the sake of the children ought to be
REVEALING motive for parent to
preserve every relation of life unsul-
he'd
Little Willie, FESTIVE in his hi Oh
chair and mystified with the folds of
his unfastened bib, extended his
arms for relief.
'Little Willie Cowan Henderson p
and the mothers voice took hap
py tone as the little fellow smiled in
her face. Mamma is SO glad you
have so good name and hopss you
will live to wear it well like little
man.
Looking up to make some play full
apology for her words spoken in the
privacy of the home circle, she caught
a look of pain and struggle on her
husbands face.
Pushing cup and plate away he
rose abruptly. and with indistinct
excuse, strobe through the hall and
closed the outer door with more
than ordinary vehemence, and Mrs.
Henderson saw him pass the window
with quicker tread than was won't.
She encountered her mothers eve.
What have l said mother? WHAT
was it?'
something troubles Edward in
spirit, my daughter. l have seen it
some time. You said nothing tba,
should have panied him. | think
Very different from his usual calm
self-assured bearing was the manner
OF Mr.. Henderson as he entered the
counting-room that morning, He
turned from Johns eye and failed
to give him good-morning. For
hours he pored over long lines of
figures with knit brow and com
pressed lips. He looked az older
man that night when he sought bis
home again. When the good-nights
had been said he spoke, sitting there
by the open CRATE and at the last
syllables huskiness camo into his
voice.
Pm going to do it, Helen
DO what?'
For the children's sake and he
paused, and as ifinaction was unsup-
portable, began stirring the glowing
Goals.
what is il, Edward? Tell me-
What is it you are going to do p
Gall my creditors together and
explain my position. 1t is worse
than | knew. If they give time,
which they must and the resolute
will which WIS SO accustomed to
command spoke OUT shall bring
everything into shape before long,
A look of surprise was on Mrs
Henderson's face.
"Last week | used funds not my
own'-with nervous movement as
if of recoil from the deed-sProvi~
dence or an adverse power by a
mere chance enabled me to replace
them in time and l shon!d have run
the risk again next week aud don't
know how many times more, had it
not been for your words this MORN
ing. thought | was struggling
for you're and the children's sake, and
for the sake of the old firm, but it
was dangerous business on the
wrong basis.
sWe shall have to bring down our
style Of living as well, suppose
after pause. why Helenr
Tears were falling like quiet rain.
i was inconsiderate. This is a
blow to you. | did not prepare you.'
1t is only thankfulness that on
have escaped the-snare, that makes
me weep. Oh, Edward, what an es
cape Il
And they sat there long in the
quiet room in still communion of
spirit, the silence seeming to shelter
and brood over them like an angels
wing.
There were tears 10 the fathers
eyes as he bent over the cradle of
the little sleeping Willie that night.
The storm was wealth cred success
fully. The old established name of
the house served it we'll in this, it's
day of need and Edward Hender-
son lost nothing among men by his
frankness in stating his position. He