The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-09-08

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,
lie glowed at her angrily.
Nothing pleasant for you to
hear, Helen
Il have heard things before that
were not pleasant, was the ans
wer, 'and l have a 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.
i 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
tn if. For once he 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 fa-
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 at the liV.
ing and the dead, the only too
she had ever 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 tablo.
Edgar will be brought home to-.
day. she said sharply. You had
your way with him when be was
alive, | take mine now be is dead,
and she passed on her solitary way
upstairs.
Tho paths of Helen Charlington
and Warren Bolton never crossed
each other He heard of her Of
ten as a brilliant member Of So
ciety to which she pre-eminently
belonged. She knew nothing of
him, as his work and time we're
given to q class Of the communi-
ty with which she could have no.
thing in common.
Thanksgiving had never been
observed in the family after the
day spent at the seashore. Fa-
ther and daughter passed it sepa-
rately, and if it was an annivcrsa-
ry for either, it was never spoken
of. 1t was four years afterward
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, pro(ongation Of
the Indian summer, but Thanks
giving Day daWned as bleak and
cheerless as the heart OF the Lone
ly woman by the sea. Toward
noon a storm came up, the day
wore away in tempest, which
luIled at nightfall. Helon, wrap
ped in her solitary musings, and
watching the roll Of the enormous
breakers on the beach, was inter-
rupted by her maid.
'One of the fishermen from the
shore would like to speak to you,
Miss Charlington.'
He entered as she spoke. an
old weather-bea:en man, evidently
IN great distress.
It's my boy he explained,
hurt, my lady. They brought
him ashore, and the Rlvertord
Doctor has come down to see him,
but it's bit Of the brandy that's
wanting, lady, and | thought may
be you would have it to give me-