Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1879-02-22

have the money we will advertise hin
over the length and breadth of the land
He may not remember, but the blessed
| mark you put on his foot, that he viii
know of. He will come to us-I fee
sure of it-at last, Martin, Mt last"
eyes, it may be so, Agnes" the maj
said. 1T may be so; the time has beer
long, the days woeful, but we may b,
happy, after all that has gone. Agnes,
believe it will be so.'
They kissed each other. and made
ready for the journey which they nee'ls
must take to enter upon their inheri-
lance. And they travelled together over
the road with eyes that grew brighter
for this small spark of hope in theil
hearts. Through all the proceedings
that followed, this grew aud grew; and
when, at last, they found themselves un-
disputed owners of pretty house and
money enough to live OH in comfort
they began to feel sure that tiieir boy
would yet share it with them.
The first evening i'm the new house
was almost happy.
"Agnes we must put this cash away
in Il bank tomorrow" said the husband
counting over a roll of notes. 1T is
not safe to keep it here, and we mus be
careful; we have that to do which must
make us economical"
Eyes, Martini" said his wife, as she
held the light for him and he locked the
small, old fashioned safe. You see,
when the boy comes to us, we will want
to do all we can tor him, and home must
be a pretty place. We can live on al
most nothing until he does come"
Afterward, i'm the dark. their heads
close together on the pillow, the elderly
couple talked on, dreaming like children,
martin" said Agnes, ''when he does
come, our poor boy! perhaps he will be
rough and not well-mannered; he has
not had us to teach him: We must be
very lenient."
Eyes, yes" said Martin; "but the boy
will improve. He will improve. Young
as he is, he can go to college yet"
Away from us ?" said the mother.
mo, no, he shall come home every
day." said the father. will he be tall,
wonder. We are usually tall, but your
people are shorter"
Something may have happened to
hurt his looks" said the mother; but
we would only love him better for it if is
so. However he comes, we will be so good
so good to him. He will come will he
not, Martin he could not be dead after
ALL"
mo. no, feel sure that he will come.
I've known all the while he was not
dead" said Martin. "Tll advertise all
over the the United States-all over
Europe. If that fails, even in India, in
some way. You see, he may have been
carried to some foreign country. Men
who know all languages that are spoken
shall see that nv advertisement is put
into each one. Yes, we shall have him
back"
"Hark," said Agnes; "what is that p
They listened. A low, grating sound
at the door below, regular and carefully
subdued-a click crack.
''Some one is trying to break in,' said
Martin.
Agnes hid her face in the pillows.
They Were alone i'm lonely house on a
lonely road. They had several thousand
dollars i'm their possession. Martin was
not powerful man. and though he had
a pistol, there might be two or three
against one, and thel there was little
hope for him.
He arose and took his weapon i'm his
hands, and felt about in the dark for
matches. And Agnes heard a ereaking
OF the flooring and the sound of muf1ied
foot steps, and also sprung to the floor.
They are at the safe below J" cried
Martin. Agnes, the money-the money
Tor our boy Oh If my life is lost tor
its sake. cannot lose that! l cannot
cannot!"
Martin Martin! stay-do not go.
What can you do, one man alone ~
screamed Agnes.
But he was gone. She was alone In the
darkness. 1t was all over in a moment.
There were shots Oaths-a fall-silence.
She crept down stairs. trembling so that
she could scarcely stand. Leaning
against the safe was her husband, blood
upon his sleeve; on the floor lay a man
in Grape mask, stiffening in death.
.Martin! J" sobbed the woman. MAR
tim"
II have killed him." cried the man.
"Fasten the door-put up the great bar.
Had not forgotten that, they could not
have entered. Oh, it is terrible but /
could not lose every chance of my boy.
They fired at me, at them. l wounded
both. This one is dying. 1 am a little
hurt-nOt much-and the money is safe
untouched. Oh, to think | should
have killed man l 7"
"Martin, he may not be Dead" said the
woman. HE is young. 1 hope he is
not dead. Perhaps he has mother
Let me bind up your hand.
Martin, even if it is so, who can blame
you Poor, poor boy J"
She bound up the Craze on her hus-
bands hand. Then they lifted the young
mans body to the soft rug, and undid
the mask. A face was revealed, young
and pallid as marble.
.'Oh, it is terrible J" said the wife. mo
older than our poor boy. Oh, Martin,
he is dead, fear. / will loosen bis neck
tie. You take off his shoes and rub his
feet. Oh, morning is so far away! This is
such lonely place. Martin, what is it?"
She stared at her husband i'm horror.
His was as the face of death. He sat
CHASTITY and terrible to look upon, hold
ing i'm his hand one of the feet that lie
had undressed.
dead" he said, wildly. dead! and
l shot him-Ir
"Martin" shrieked the wife. She laid
the dead mans head down on the rug
and crept up to her husband. "God will
forgive you," she said; and then her
eyes. dilating themselves upon the point
at which her husband stared.
IL was the foot. of the young burglar.
The left shoe was off-the stocking also.
The high white instep was uncovered,
and on it she saw the little tatooed w with
a tiny cross beside it. 1t was her son
who lay there.
martini" she screamed again, Martin
remember what told you. He had not
us % teach him what was right-remem-
But Martih only moaned.
He is dead, and | killed him!" He
felt blindly for his pistol. Forgive me.
Agnes, for | cannot live" he said; but at
that moment the woman, with her hand
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