The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1885-09-17
A MODEL FATHER. :"
Story Of a Scheming Tragedian
and His Pretty Daughter.
Low Cunning and Selfish Ambition on
the One Hand, and Innocent Purity
and Dutiful Devotion
the Other.
EY DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
CHAPTER vH-CoxT1xUED.


or lcnl il, and now I've got it, and still
we're Rid And We call yourself a
financior''
We'll" said Leyerett you won't
spend it or lend itnow. for / ii take care
of il. Williams cOuntenance fell a
Little. i've got you in hand, my lad.
an! I'll 90 through with yOu. When
We get 10 V ur rooms again, I'll give
you "A rcce pit for il. and shall expect
you to Ike care of all my receipts, as l
shall take care OF yours.
What the need OF receipts between
YOU and me?" asked William.
Business is business" said Mr..
Levrrett, sever ~. In matter of
buSi"css, Iwould compel my own broth
or to give me black and white for every
thing"
.'Yc're as bad as POOR Jack Gamer
on" said Cas- .idv. .'Hc hash a word
o trust To- anybody nowadays"
WHAT'S tie matter with Cameron"
asked icyerett Hes Il changed man
altogether What is it?''
''Bas>ctt's girl threw him over to
marry thrt young popiniay W see attae
annibals-yOun@ " e@therley. l. seems
she accepted Jack on a Sunday night,
and il MAS to be cutie a love match. for
they'd neither of them ten-pound note
in the world. But then, the same night.
Young Weatheiley proposes, and he's
worth don know how much year.
SO she throws Jack over and takes the
money. lis the wee with 'em at tonnes,
As We know, Horace"
Il ahou dn't have thought it OF Bas-
sett g.rl." said Leverctt. 'AnI the
poor !ad's soured, no doubt. All, well,
1t II wear away.
That what I'm afraid it won't do,
sad Cas~idy, miseraDly. lie was feath-
4r-hcaded enough, but II. was fa Thru
in friendship, and had good heart
when y on gOj at IT. Il never SPOKE a
word to soul about poor Jack. and |
wouldn't now. only know we're as
close as wax, and can ,e trusted. But
she took his riug on 5 ndav night, and
sent it back on Tuesday morning; and
twas only Saturday last | was talkin
TO him, an telIin' him he was gettin'
too hard an worldly, and he takes out
the ring from his wal tcoat-pocket with
laugh, and says he: There my taliSman,
Bill. If ever | feel tempted to be such
81 fool as to trust a man or woman
again. We only to look at that, and it'll
cure me- And there used not to be
sweeter-heart"d lad in London. Horace.
It's transformation loike one o Circe'S.
The lads clean sDOile /, and / am the
only man in tile world that he doesn't
take for Il scoundrel, and may be that
only because he's known Inc long
enough 10 foind out what Il fool | am,
CHAPTER VIII
Air Cassidy Affairs being paced in
the hands of his future father-in- law,
and the pressure of immediate pecuniary
liability being thus removed from his
shoulders. he resume something ike
his ancient gavety of spirit. But his
TREND ill-fortune in love still weighed
upon him, and at times chilled, if it
could not 4 together freeze. the genial
current of his soul. If Jack Cameron
had been contented to forget, and to act
a if nothing had happened, Mr.. CAS-
sidy would have been contentel also;
hut Jack was changed. and nothing of
the geaiaila lad of old days was lett in
him. He worked much harder and
more successfully than ever, aud people
of note began To call upon him ut odd
times and to take an interest in his do
ings. Whenever this gave him a chance
to put in good word for Cassidy, he
did it, but otherwise he seemed TO care
nothing for his own prosperity. Work
was his only relaxation and he took it
in excess.
There came, among other visitors to
the Rowland street studio at this time.
an American journalist, who was also a
Colonel, rs good many American
journalists are nowadays. Colonel
Savage ID. Spraguc did not seem TO
have any particular business in the
studio, and was so sad a man Is to make
it seem unlikely that he found pleasure
there or elsewhere. For a hero-and
he was herO-he was wondrous mild.
and for a man who had travelled almost
everywhere-aS lie had-he was curl
OuSly quiet and reticent When speech
was unavoidable he spoke, but other
wise he held his tongue. He avs so
silent, as rule, that Cassidy, having
extracted ''Yes. sir, and No. sir"
from him in an hour. spoke of him as
having been loquacious that afternoon,
and professed to look back on it as
the ColonePS champion conversational
effort.
1t came out in the course of time that
Colonel Sprague could speak, and to
the purpose. He called in at the studio
one afternoon, and. having shaken
hands in mournful silence, took a seat,
and chewed slowly at the end of an I'M
lighted cigar for the space of an hour
The day was dull, and it looked Is if
snow were in the air. Jack wheeled
his easel TO the wall, lit his lamp and
sat down to an etching. Cassidy
smoked, and lOunged, and chartered,
and the grave Colonel sat impressive.
MIR. Cameron, he said at last, and
the two artists turned 10 look at him.
One of the merits OF his ordinary 81
lence was that when he did speak. REQ
pie listened to him. Il should like a
word with YOU" The Colonel has
lingering accent, to which pkonet cs
can 10 no Justice. His voice was mild
and little higher-pitched than mems
voices commonly are, and he spoke
with the air of one who is deadly tired.
If it's a private word =" sad Cas-
sidy. The Colonel. sitting in the shadow
outside the little circle of keen Fight
thrown by the shaded lamp. was dimly
seen to nod. I'm get" said William.
The Colonel nodded again, and Cassidy
disappeared.
MIR. Cameron" said the Colonel, in
his own mild, sad manner, when they
were alone, you are in want of stirring
up, sir.
'-Ohr' said Jack, with a halflaugh.
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