The Washington critic., 1885-09-07

tfnn tfI NDIIT InN . lIlp.
"Nlatiic. Won torture mo- cannot
bear this - thc sick man murmurcd
Loorsolv.
81 was at my window one morning"
Matte soid still I'm the same rvcn mon.
otoue. "wLcn n carriage dashed IN Che
rood with mir of runaway horses.
Tho refine were I'm the rond. and there
was no control over the terrified ami
mnls who dashed forward the car.
rinnp ewovinm heavily from side TO
side. threatening every moment 10 be
dnghcd tn pircre inside a man fried
voinlv ia rrou tho dnors Tho drivpr
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~ ,te 80 :, 49, va
no SS"b lu'i ,h'"NlCHIa't aul puNiJ u"
cured. While / looked, parllyHed
with horror, n mere boy, not eighteen,
ran from my door into the road, threw
himself before thr hOrsps. bnttlpd with
tbrm ma thnv rnorrd and nluupnl
threntcninr every moment to dash him
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" p,vou'' "'l,i ncIu ,lciil un'll p',irl
ana cuhlc' men ran 10 hclp, anu inc
slrlplhE opened the door OF inc car
rage when the horses were
quiet to release his father.
The blood was streaming from n great
cash i'm his rocn INT bn mover hooded
w." Whom liz rn,hor I boid III Li, liz cinso
nnor i''9 i",,iJi MY mn III n' ne
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- T., sn,,i,. ,,,',. i;ro SU ,,,n I",, had
mn ' Lost -, H. n,r; > ~ NV ''"' ''' '''
TLoro woe Jon,, s;,o,oo 4, ,,o roo,n
nc Nnttio snni,c ho iost ,ynrds simon
UortwriGht's for" wos hidden INIT his
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fnnimroe Wattio tnoi, IRON, hor nocI,ni
. ioi,ar aud rnoJ. '''N '''''' NV i'N'
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o,, ihA ',,. H ~, Mhtn,h Lucy y "po',
tborni," "i'' IIortrro5, VIII "ish ,u daar fath
er's ewes. and we bnyelad him christened
Simon wrote to my father, but again my
letter has come bacl, to me unopened. How
can ever soften his heart toward me if he
WI never read my letters l weary ior
,,,s ioIsrve ,im , al' uog WeLl mere anu
fnr Imcy and tbc how bosdca me mere U"ressi'
ties; but long to hearmy father say, Ned,
/ forgive YOU
III you knew Lucy in her life here, if you
could see how, patiently She bears every
pr,l,yYauon, now loving she is when we are
SUI, 80 poor low S , careful Sne Is never 10
waulJ NOT Wonder md that o cn n1 say I'm.
ther, am sorry married herp I am not:
never can be sorry for that vet do sor-
row over my fathers anger
"Wlll You not sec him for me, plead for
me? Tel him care nothing for his wealth;
we can ,,ye naPpy IN our ho,lnple iasnloh,
foroiynnGSss in cIas, H. borG 70 tno,,. he
ioves me- oGoin Plead for me -Aunt Mat
lie. lie must be lonely, and nv heart aches
for his loneliness.
Lucy sends love, and this tiny lock OF
young simon,s hair. Lovingly. NED"
Slmon
Matte voice was solemn IN It's earn
est tone OF pleading.
SIMON, you VIII not dlc without
lorglYlng your BOY, Mary BOY, VINO
saved your lie at the RISK oil MS own,
who loves you so truly
simon cartwright lifted his face
from the cushions, where 1t had been
hidden. Upon the wasted cheek tears
STOOD IKE great diamonds ana tnc voice
was broken ana hoarsc thNt SAD;
send Tor my BOY, Matte
Gladly the message was written anu
sent to me telegraph once. ~. 49,
o Mr. I EDWX Xt, li4 W, NO. .,
- Conn NJ orao IT." "t is d"ngnr'
orsir In V,Trrr Coi,ytTf7,
The evening shadows were creeping
over thc rronf room where Simon Hart.
wirbt waited FOR the dread summons
hn know could NOT lone Inc DELAYED
Matte Colwcll had NOT left him By
every sweet memory cherished in her
sorI She had kent alive the lender for.
oivinm shirt her words had already
Weakened in thc fathers heart
Tho AGITATION of fine mo,nin~ had