Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1884-11-15
Helen Lee.
Philadelphia Call.

Philadelphia Call.
There was the gloom of a great sorrow
in the proud halls Of the VeretOns: the
erst-While naughty master lay cold and
still; the heir-handsOme, Warm-hearted
Gerald-Was a WandeTer, suspected of
having stained his young hands in the
blood of his father; the proud woman
who became so suddenly widowed and
worse than childless-was it wonderful
that she thought the world darkened and
Gods mercy withdrawn?
An, had she fOreseen this when she &C
cepted into her heart and home the girl
at whose door 1t all layl Had a warning
come to her, when the dying mother
gasped her prayer that she, Mrs. We're
ton, would be as a mother to the helpless
child whose father had fOrsaken her!
Would not her heart have hardened, her
lips refused, although the dying woman
was dear to her as a sister,
But there had come no fOreshadOWing,
no fear. The pale child, not far beyO nd
her infancy, had been taken from her
mothers bosom and laid lovingly on
that of her mothers friend, who was
without a daughter. And for long,
shadOwless years, there had been but
love in her heart for the fair, dark-eyed
Orphanl For long, shadowless years;
and then the young heir saw how beauti-
and tender hel young hear, and he loved
her.
The pride of the Vereton's sprang to
life. The girl whose beauty and whose
worth were her only bower, whose father
had left her young mother to die, owed
them life and love and kindly care, was
no fitting mate for the heir of the We're
toms. And hot words waged, for the
first time in their lives, between the
EnA hr.Ha 4 Il
passlOnately scOrnful, the young man
proudly defiant; and the wife and moth
er listened, her face growing white with
terror.
Then Mr.. Vereton said something
something against the girl whom Gerald
loved; something harsh and cruel, dead
ly in his pridel and the sons hand was
lifted, his eyes flashing as mems eyes
flash when the women they love have
been insulted. But for Mrs. VeretOn's
springing between them, and clinging
wildly to Gerald's arm, there might
have been given a blow which even
God would scarcely pardOn-a blow
from the hand of q son on the white
head of fatherl
"Gol" the old man cried, wrathfully
"Go from my housed yOuself and the
sly mink who would tain be mistress
in i'll She has repaid our kindness and
YOU our careful trainingl Since L mnsr
blush for my son, will have none
Leave my sight, and my house within
an hOulw
And Gerald had turned away, still
white and angry, his hands clenched
his breath coming fast. So father anC
son had parted; how had they metz
Mr. VeretOn had shut the door of hi
library even against his wife, and in tn
morning he was found there-dead
Dead for hours, the doctors said; and tn
crimson stream which was CLOTHING Oh
the floor about him had been draine
from his heart; the hand that drove tn
dagger home had been untrembling, To
blade had gone unsWerving to the ses
of lifel
what was the notive?" men askeC
gathers about the murdered man. N,
malice, for he had no enemy. Ali h
private desk had been opened, and
large amount of money taken. So
was all the work of robbers, they col
eluded, turning horror stricken eyes &
ward the dead. And then came tt
question, where was the son who