Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1880-02-28


J see you all, so kind to me. Don't whistle for
me now, for don't get much play, gentlemen.
| win the Speaker turn me out II play with the
1easa 6if rus Just onee9 I'm only little boy
"Dear Uriel," whispered Reybold, there's Old
Beau, to whom you once spoke angrily. Don't you
The little boys eyes came back from far-land
somewhere, and he saw the ruined gamester at
Dear Beau he said, al can't get or to 60
| home with you. They won't excuse me- ana l
give all my mo- ey to mother. But you go to
the back gate. ASK for Joyce. She'll give you
Reybold. II you ask for sim it viii be all right;
| for Joyce-dear Joyce !-she loves YOU"
oea na nd nas Py nay tn again along the
| companions and felt the spray once more The
Mighty Hunter shot his bird-a little cripple
| that twittered the sweetest of them all. Moth
| ing moved in the solemn chamber Of the COM
mittee but the voice Of an old forsaken man,
| sobbing bitterly.
The funeral was over, and Mr.. Reybold mar
yelled much that the Judge had not put in an
| appearance. The whole commit tee had attended
the obsequies of Crutch and acted as pall-bear-
| ers. Reybold had escorted the pages sister to
the Congressional cemetery, and had observed
even Old Beau to come with a wreath OF flow
ers and hobble to the grave and deposit them
there. But the Judge, remor5eless in death as
frivolous In life, never came near his mourning
| wife and daughter In their severest sorrow.
want OF behavior on the Judges part was max
Ing some ado, raised her voice above the gen.
eral din Of meals.
| "Jedge Basil" she exclaimed. "has been on
his Tennessee purchase. These Christmas times
there's no getting through the snow in the Cum
| berland Gap. He's stopped Off thaw to shoot
| with the ledge. His half uncle, Gineral john
| son. of Awkinso, was torkey killer of high &C.
lebrity. He was Deshay on his Maw's side.
| spose you haven't the torkey in the Dutch coun-
try, Mr. ReybOld?"
madame" said Reybold, in quieter mo-
me mt have you written to the Judge the fact
'Mrs. Basil" continued the Congressman. 81
want you to be explicit with me. Where is the
Judge, your husband, at this mOment?"
Excuse me, Colonel Reybold, this is little
OF assumption, sir. The ledge might call you
out, sir, for intruding upon his 1ncog He's very
fine on his incog., you air awair."
'Madame," exclaimed Reybold straightfor-
wardly, "there are reasons why should COM
municate with your husband. My term in Con-
gress IS nearly expired. l might arouse your
the memorandum of ABOUT seven hundred dol
lars In which, you are my debtor. That would
be reason for seeing your husband anywhere
north OF the Potomac, but l do not intend to
mention it: Is he aware-are you?-that Joyce
Basil is in love with some one in this city,"
na MRS a Ba GREY long breath assd both
II have it from her own lips continued Rey-
bold. "She told me as secret, but all my suspt-
cions are awakened II can prevent it. madame,
that girl shall not follow the example of hun
dreds of her class in Washington, and descend,
through the boarding house or lodging quarter,
to be the wife Of some common and unambtiouS
clerk, whose penury she must some day sustain
by her labor. / love her myself, but will never
take her until know her heart to be free. Who
is this lover Of your daughter"
An expression Of agitation and cunning passed
over Mr.. BaSilS face.
"Colonel Reybold," she whined, 81 pity your
blasted hopes. If was widow they should be
fC In nv until
one of the Fitzchews OF Fawqueeah His pa
rents Is cousins Of the ledge, and attached to
The Congressman looked disappointed, but
"Give me at once the address Of your hus-
band,''' he spoke. ''If you do not, shall ask
The mistress of the boarding house was not
without alarm, but she dispelled it with an out
II my daughter disobeys her MOTHER she
cried, land betrays the Jedge's incog., she is no
Basil, Colonel Reybold. The Baslls repudiate
her, and she may jne the Dutch and other for
e1gnerS at her pleasure"
HThat is her only safety" exclaimed Reybold.
81 hope to break every string that holds her to
yonder barren honor and exhausted SOIL"
away t to the Capitol All the way ha aa t tse
squalid and muddy avenue of that day he
unused and wondered: "Who is Fitzhugh? Is
Basiig And yet there IS a Judge, for Joyce has
told me so. She, at least, cannot lie to me- At
last" he thought, 'the dream OF my happiness
is over. Inynoible In her prejudice as all these
amongst the starVeling First Families and
there she means to live and die. Five years
hence her she win have her brood around her. In
borrow money. AS her daughters grow up to
the stature and grace OF their mother, they will
be proud and poor again and breed in and out,
until the race will perish from the earth"
Slow TO love, deeply interested, baffled but
unsatisfied, Reybold made up his mind to cut
his perplexity short by leaving the city for the
county Of Fan9uier: AS he passed down the
street, near the theater, to engage carriage
for his expedition. 1t was a street of livery
stables, gambling dens, drinking houses, and
worse; murders had been committed along its
sidewalks. The more pretentious ca,aattle of
the city harbored there to prey on the hotels
close at hand and aspire to the chance &C
an archway OF this street, just as the evening
shadows deepened above the line of sunset, he
saw something pass which made his heart start
to his throat and fastened him to the spot.
Yelled and walking fast, as If escaping detec.
ton or pursuit, the figure of Joyce Basil fitted
over the pavement and disappeared In door
ABOUT at the middle OF this Alsatian quarter of
'What house is that?" he asked If a COR
stable passing by, pointing to the do, she en-
Gambling den,' answered the officer. sit
used to be old Phil Pendleton's."
Reybold knew the reputation of the housc:a
CSOiG lOi tlc oClOllS VI Ulu ldIQl-
lies, where hospitality thinly yelled the para
mount design Of plumber. The connection es-
tablished the truth of Mrs. BasirS statement
Here, perhaps, already married to the dissl-
pated heir or some unproductive estate, Joyce
Basil'S lot was cast forever. 1t might even be
that she had been tempted here by some
wretch whose villainy she knew not Of Rey-
bold's brain took fire at the thought, and he
pursued the fugitive into the doorway, A
negro steward unfastened a Slide and peeped
at Reybold knocking in the hall; and, seeing
him OF respectable appearance bowed ceremon-
iously as he let down a claim and opened the
door.
.Short cards in the front saloon," he cried:
supper and faro back. CHAMBERS on the
third floor Walk up"
Reybold only tarried a. moment at the gam
ing tables, where the silent, monotonous deal
from the tin box, the lazy stroke OF the mark
ers, and the transfer of ivory "chips" from
card to card Of the sweat-cloth, impressed him
as the dullest form of vice he had ever found.
Treading softly up the stairs, he was attracted
by the light of door partly ajar, and deep
groan, as of dying person. He peeped
through the crack OF the door, and beheld Joyce
moistened with her handkerchief. ''Dear IA
ther," he heard her say, and it brought conso-
lation to more than the sick man. Reybold
threw open the door and entered into the pre-
sence of Mrs. Basil and her daughter. The
former arose with surprise and shame and cried:
'Jedge Basil, the Dutch have hunted you
down. He's here-the Yankee creditor"
joyce Basil held up her hand In imploration,