Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-17

off his rag of a cap with grace that Mr..
Harbour never possessed.
beg your pardon, madam, but my
business is pressing. shall detain Mr..
Harbour but moment" He moved
quickly away, waiting at a little distance.
Sarah looking after him eagerly with
great sympathy and pity in her face.
!" It is some poor creature from the aims
house." she said; g if he needs food or
any help that can give, bring him to
the house,
q Mr.. Harbour bowed stiff1y without a
word, and crossed the lawn to the trees
where his brother waited. When he had
reached him he caught his arm without
speaking, and dragged him after him out
of the grounds. When he loosed his hold
John staggered weakly and caught by
the fence.
$50! you have followed mel" The
clergyman's lips were parched; they
moved when he bad done speaking.
8 ssYou had peter spit out the oaths,
Nick said his brother laughing; Il
won't think any the less Of you for swear
ing, under the circumstances Heleaned
his elbow On the fence-rail, steadicd him
self and looked uneasily up and down the
He had made a. miserable effort to dress
himself for the occasion. The clothes he
Wore were an evening suit, in rags, and
patched at elbow and knees; new paper
collar showed at his neck there was bit
of gold lace on the filthy cap; for John
Harbour had once been an officer in the
egular service. Under the cap was the
lean, pimpled face, freshly shaved This
hint of preparation raised Mr.. Harbour's
fury to white heat. It was an effort to ap-
i proach Sarah as an equal. He drew back,
elevated his thin body, oddly conscious of
his own spotless linen, and of the coat
which was the badge of his calling, as
well as his virtue compared with this out
cast. The sense Of his position was strong
upon him. A vague remembrance Of
lthuriel standing before the evil one
crossed his brain hazily.
"What is your business2' he asked,
peremptorily.
Capt. Harbour's eyes twinkled. "My
business? Loating and liquor principally,
since was kicked out of the army NV
errand here is
Begging. You need not explain. 1
sent you check to New York not a
month ago."
$ That's gone long ago. flliping his
thumb Now, Nick, be reasonable.
You have more than your share; all the
virtue and all the money, too. There
ougt to be a divide. There was Lazarus,
now; if the dog licked his sore he had the
satisfaction Of knowing his tuln was com
ing hereafter. But I'm to be left outside
the gate in both worlds"
There was a touch of earnestness in the
last words, which he turned off by an
uneasy chuckle.
g gu want money? How much? For
what sum will you take yourself out Of my
sight and never come into it again?'
The chuckle died out. Capt. Harbour
raised his bleared eyes to his brother 8
face. 'You are hard Nicholas. Be pa
/ TENT
sPatient? Good God! How much
money have you drained from me? How
many times did my father give you a
fresh start in life? Oh, I've seen other
men Of your sort, John Harbour! Blood
suckers leeeches, lazy to the very marrow
You shall cling on me no longer. | tell
you that plainly. The sight of you to-
night draws the life blood out fine. Pa
tient!"
Capt. Harbour was completely sobered
~ did not come to you this time for mon
ey, Nicholas" he said in low voice.
sWhat then?'' Mr. Harbour tried by
this time to control his anger, but savage
irritation broke through every studiously
modulated tone. Estate your business in
as few words as possible Then let that
be the end. You go one way, another
Our paths be as far apart as heaven and
hell"
John did not answer him at once In
the meantime, Mr.. Harbour's rage began
to turn into a pity for himself. He
glanced up at the stately house in the
quiet distance shaded by the old elms; he
thought OF the life waiting for him there
ofdignity, love, holy work and meditation.
Must he be dragged away from snch a
fate to carry this vicious wretch? Like
a body of death fastened to his pure life?
1t was hard. Yet if it was known that
this man was his brother he could never
ask Sarah to marry him.
/ Capt. Harbour, who had been picking
the lichen from the fence irresolutely,
spoke at last: mo, didn't mean to ask
for money this time; that's, for more than
would keep me from starving. I've been
a leech, l know. I'm mean devil; you're
right, Nick
"What brought yen here them"
''What brought me here?' suddenly
standing erect. "Great God look at me
I'm brute, and I'm only thirty! Do
you think I never want to be a man
again? It's not pleasant for you to see me
Keeling in the streets, lying in the bar
rooms till I'm kicked out-what is it to
me2 | can't get on my feet again alone,
and know nobody who can help me
not a man in Gods world unless you do
it,
He was silent. His face burned with
heat; great drops Of sweat trickled down
his neck; the sham collar hung by one
corner like wet rag. Mr.. Harbour eyed
the repulsive wretch with cold suspicion,
but said nothing.
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