The Morning herald., 1878-11-19
ensbled, and his 4 lace was distorted with

/ VIC Iooins hhu Hot Oocll uetdln6u hin Dy
standing directly m his path. I"
| "Be calm, father, dow she entreated
] Money canyd much, and Jared Clark is
| not callons to that induence IL he is to
! everything good" Then, half childishly,
[ she kissed the old man and broke into q
ringing laugh "Oh, fie, papa, you've for
| gotten what day this is! You say I'm but
seventeen; beg to differ with you, sir, for
I am eighteen to-day, .snd tonight, you
know have my reception. Wen have q
jolly time!' u 4llfR NJ (I 4
Mr. Clayton looked hurt. ? r.. n. tz.
Cecil shook her long, beautiful wavy
black hair, and pretended not to notice his
discolnpdsure. gr5,.
.Hes, she continued, '"well have o
splcniia tine tripping the light fantastic
on the lawn. Your, friend MIR. Eyersleigh
has promised 10 attend, papa N
The oldnan looked at bet entreatingly. Y
'Had we not better postpone the festivi.
ties to some other EVENING" he asked. ...It
really seems heartless to even attempt to
\ enjoy ourselves at a time like the PRESENT.
n sPostpone!" cried Cecil, in dismay. ION
the very day, too! How could such thing
be done? And what would people think2
What would the old ladies say? You know,
father. what an inquisitive set they arc
,here." 7A32
This assertion John Clayton felt to be in
'disputable, and the idea of postponement
impracticable. Aq15~a.8 30 rH ..s.,,A
He sighed deeply.
4 Cecil placed her arms about his neck.
I sDon't think me heartless, dear papa, :"
she pleaded, "for do indeed feel for you,
and for Uncle Ned, too, despite his sin,
though never met him, and, il is hard try
ing to love person one never say Yet
you are not responsible for anothers acts.
And Uncle Ned may gain some foreign shore
and reform. Surely you would rather have
, him out of than in PRISON." ir tisGGa o. .
"Yes, if he got out by process of law"
answered John Clayton, more composedly.
After deal Of urging and -earessing, the
detected man was won back to his usual
conposure and father and daughter partook
of their morning meal with considerable
relish. 'G .7t % 81 'mm'v oil as"
As they sat beside each other-Cecil al
ways insisted upon making the head Of the
table next her father-the contrast between
the two presented a striking picture, re-
minding one Of the painting Of Spring and
Autumn. syul~ y" ''ol' .R4 WV J."
The SHOWS Of sixty winters had whitened
the head of the father to the Wilderness Of its
own purity, and, while his figure was as
erect as in early days, his features betrayed
marks Of hard struggle with the world,
fought manfully-for there was nothing In
dicative of evil thereon land his restless
eyes gave evidence, at times, Of silent, but
deep suffering. . r5l 4r.. = o.oat os,a
Cecil Clayton was of brunette type
of beauty, with complexion clear and
smooth as the peach hair black as the
ravens wing, hanging in magnificent pro-
fusion down her back; eyes of jet, piercing
ly keen; features small and regular; feet and
hands dainty as Venus I
The eyes revealed determined character
"a character able, despite the youth of it's
possessor, to cope with the world, If thrown,
by hapless chance, into its struggling, bat
w With disposition free as the air and .
heart tsnderly sympathetic, she Yves well
calculated for companion to an old man
stricken by sorrow. Il sa VI 81 .s.-. L.
# That sorrow caused by another's crime, and
coupled with stern pride that had brought
upon himself and one dear to him greater
grief was the grim skslston in John Clay
toms closet. Ig- gnsm -G4.a a.a ISL. nd
= OF her mother Cecil Clayton scarcely ever
spoke. The subject always threw her father
into O ct of melancholia, from which 1t
would take hours to rouse him. .,I
Dissatisfied with his strange behavior on
these occasions, she had determined to sift
the matter to the bottom. If possible, and
discover the reason Of 1t.
One thing she felt almost certain of--Ned
Jasper's crime had some connection with her
mothers history. 1t was thought which [
clung tenaciously to the girls mind. Il
Had not the opportunity now arrived for
which she waited? Did not the fight OF
Ned Jasper furnish an excuse for broaching
the subject? ..1...u
She would make an effort. ars.s
Endeavoring to appear not too ennous
she asked: ...
"Papa, do look anything like my dear
mother did2"
Mr.. clayton started, and dropped his
"Your mother, ohilds That is a topic I
do not care to speak on"
"Just q little Information, papa. / have /
never annoyed you for 1t before, but, as
am getting quite old" (she laughed merrily |
10 hide hsr eagsrneNA Il naturally desire
to knew something u the dear sne' Cher
voice unconscioxsly changed to . tender
tons) 'twho died ss1 could distinguish her
feat,rss. Was size hpndsomsY
Joha Claytoa szsssssd. unhesitntngly:
"IsV and VOC xsssQaale hsr. ... II
'Ilsw glad sa Il that! Than. papa, II
she wes hsausifsi, yhy DO YOU always Try to
avoid p.aking q has Did you not love
Fhs QUESTION salisA him. II
"Dsvetedlyf' h replied, In . bitter
tone.
Cecil was convinced now that there was
something Of evil In the history Of the lives
Of her parents, and she could no longer remain
patient She felt that she must speak