The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-11-28
CHAPTER XIII.

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CHAPTER XVIII.
Never in the course Of the whole TWEEN
ty years that he had lived at Hammer
smith, had Job stayed out SO late without
giving notice previously to his sister.
Consequently she was in q state Of ex-
treme nneasiness. For months she had
shared all her brothers anxieties, and this
night she had said to herself: SIT is to be
hoped there is no fresh trouble at the
factory" She had sent away her dinner
untasted, and was now walking up and
down her little pailor in a state of painful
agitation.
Suddenly the door-bel rang; but the
faint sound in no way resembled her
brothers usual assault upon the bell
handle.
1t was he, but not alone. A tall man
entered with job, and said good evening
in q low voice. Not until he spoke did
the kind-hearted woman recognize Flor
ence, whom she had not seen since the
day when she had called upon Sylvia.that
is to say, some time before the sad events
that had darkened his life. 1t was with
difficulty that she restrained an exclama-
ton of pity and establishment.
"My DEAR" said job; twill you get my
room ready for our friend, who is going to
stay the night with usf'
Miss Denman arranged the apartment
with tender care, for, with the exception
OF her brother, Florence was the only
man who escaped the reprobation she law
ished upon his sex.
On coming out Of the music-hall, Syl-
Was husband had few minutes OF
f,sin nj OO
thought now of the letter and package at
Hammersmith.
Il must be alone," he said sternly TO job
But the other would not leave him in his
despair. unperceived by Florence his
friend drew him far away from the facto-
/ ry, and the cashiers kind heart as well as
native fNrewdness told him what to say
to his fi.end. During their long walk he
spoke only of Frank-his brother Frank
who loved him so dearly.
ayes, there is true affection; you have
Frank always to lean on, Florence. He
will never fail you"
These words soothed Florence almost
uneonsciously, and he made no objection
when Job insisted on taking him to his
own house. The old man felt that Flor
ence on seeing the peace and happiness OF
the little home where the brother and sis
ter lived together, might be led to think
of similar one for himself and Frank
And, in fact, hardly had they entered the
door, when the sweet home influence made
itself felt.
"Yes, you arc right" said Florence. 81
must think no more Of this woman. She
is dead to mo from this time forward.
have no one in the world belonging to me
now, except Frank. cannot tell whether
l shall go to him or send for him TO return
to me. But one thing is certain, we must
pass the remainder of our lives together.
He has always been more like son than
a brother to me, and feel the need of him
now 10 lean upon. Once, 1 longed to die
now, mean 10 live--to live for and with
my Frank"
| talking like man of sense, and as like
| to hear your
AT this moment Miss Denman came TO
say the room was in readiness.
Florence apologized for the trouble and
disturbance he had caused
"You are so happy here it seems q
shame to bring the burden of my sorrows
under your roofr'
"But You will soon be as happy as we
are interrupted Job gently; you with
your brother, and with my sister,
Florence smiled in dreamy way. He
seemed to see new home, peaceful
dwelling, Frank and himself its sole in
mates.
at is late" said Denman checrfnlly.-
ITO bed with you"
Jobs room was large and airy; simply
| furnished, but exquisitely fresh and
clean. The old cashier looked about it
with pride. A glass of water was on a
small table at the head of the bed, and a
case of razors lay on the dressing-table
ready for use.
"Look, Florence, and see if you have
all you want. think everything is here,
but il You need anything open the draw
ers, they are not locked. And just look
out at the view; you can't see much of it
tonight, but in The morning when you
wake, you will find it is really very fine.--
And now, good night; sleep well!''
AS the old man was closing the door, his
friend called him back.
aJobr
The good man waited. Florence col
ored slightly, his lips moved, but no words
were heard; then, with great effort, he
said:
"Never mind, nothing. Tomorrow will
do"
III tut ulnlnk-fOuHl tile DlOtftr anu SIS
ter talked seriously and long in low voices
Job told Of the terrible occurrences of the
evening, and described Sylvia's appear
ance. Finally, one of them locked the
garden gate, fastened the hall door, and
Job established himself in small room
next his sisters.
In the middle Of the night, the cashier
was awakened by a frightened call from
his sisters room.
"What is It'll he asked. starting up.
"Did you hear anything2'
"No; what was itlr
"Ohl II was fightfnl--a groan, so full
of agony;it came from your room below
They listened, the rain was coming down
in torrents, and rafting among the foliage
| and on the windows.
at was the wind." said job.
"No, it was not. Harkm
| And in momentary hush of the storm
they heard the wall of human voice.
aFank! Frank"
A superstitious terror took possession Of
Miss Denman.
II am frightened she said go and
eee--"
mo, no; he is thinking of his brother
Poor fellow! but that thought win do him
more good than any thing else"
And the old cashier turned over and
went to sleep again.
In the morning he awoke as usual. His
sister was feeding the poultry, but when
she saw job she hurried towards him.