The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-09-08
Mr.. Charlington's face was still

snowy air had not lessened his
color. Helen removed her wrap
pings, and sat down facing him.
Doctor Bolton had some news
for you, father. What was it?'
He glowed at her angrily.
Nothing pleasant for you tc
hear, Helen
Il have heard things before that
were not pleasant was the ans
wer: 'and l have Il special reason
for wanting to know
doctor Bolton made a discov'
cry in bis visit to-day. Your bro
ther Edgar is in Riverford Hos
pital, brought there yesterday, he
tells me-, from New York
At the mention Of her brothor's
name Helen sprang to her feet.
and you-' she gasped.
L am in no way responsible
Edgar took his own own course
I told him that if be left the house
that night, he need never return
to it. For once be obeyed me-
Father, father! And you can
be so cruel! It's thanksgiving
night
Did you forget that be sneer'
ed, when you sent Bolton away
with almost the same words.
heard them accidentally
Appeal was useless, Helen knew,
Without another word she left
the room. At six o'clock that
morning she was driven to the
hospital, and shown to her bro
theirs room. Doctor Bolton had
spent the night there but that
very hour Edgar had passed be-
yond the need of any human
friends. Helen stood rigid by her
brothers bedside.
He is to be brought to my ia.
theirs house, she said without
looking toward the doctor, who
waited silently, and without ano-
ther word she passed him.
At the door she hesitated an
instant, looking back ct the liv-
ing and the dead, the only too
she had evor loved On earth. But
Warren Bottoms face was hidden
in his hands, and, crushing the
impulse that had moved her, she
made her way out into the street
Her father was alone at the
breakfast table.
Edgar will be brought home to
day. she said sharply. You hac
your way with him when be was
alive, l take mine now be is dead,
and she passed on her solitary way
upstairs.
The paths Of Helen Charlingtor
and Warren Bolton never crosse
each other He heard of her of
ten as a brilliant member Of so
ciety to which she pre-ominentlJ
belonged. She knew nothing O.
him, rs his work and time were
given to q class of the communi
ty with which she could have no
thing in common.
Thanksgiving had never beer
observed in the family after the
day spent at the seashore. Fa
ther and daughter passed it sepa
rately, and if it was an anniversa
ry for either, it was never spoken
of. 1t was four years afterwarc
that Helen, a few days before The
annual holiday, announced her in
tention Of spending it at the sea
side cottage. 1t was really a de
Iightful month, a prolongation O
the Indian summer, but Thanks
giving Day dawned as bleak anc
cheerless as the heart of the lone
ly woman by the sea. Toward
noon a storm came up, the day
wore away in a tempest, which
lulled at nightfall. Helen, wrap
ped iu her solitary musings, ant
watching the roll Of the enormous
breakers on the beach, was inter
rupted by her maid.
'One Of the fishermen from th'
shore would like to speak to you
Miss Charlington.'
He entered as she spoke, al
old weather-bea:en man, evidently
IN great distress.
Its my boy be explained
hurt, my lady. They brough
him ashore, and the Riverfort
Doctor has come down to see him
but it's q bit Of the brandy that
wanting, lady, and 1 thought may
be you would have it to give me-
Ao Tho mold loft tho room Il