The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-08-12

WIlkins.D aie' '"s
coldly. INC "o"an
"Wan.er-wanter to see Mis, Tarhox hr-..
out he Captain. as if each word wsrs WIT.
from him bodily. "' "iuns
Shes washin', she wunt come-sban bss;t.t.
cd Mrs. Wilkins. '' ueo'Ses
go on. please said Marprarit. r.,.,r. .sr,r
mean she does not like me-would mn, .ao no
fessurn. she's old, We know. am comm to the
poor-nouse Is a!lus looked on bout here as a
sor'er disgrace. an she losin' Mason an her
the wurid'
Poor woman" said the sweet voice. twill
you Tell ner. please. that Eric Stockdales daueh-
Ter Is mere TO make atopemens for her fathers
The woman returned quickly with a fright
ened face. The steam of the washing followed
nor. hanging about the room with . chilly damp
ness. "p
"No one carut move her. she saia. with /.
warning glance to the CAPTAIN. san' Mia.
really she do take on drsful.r
guess wen be Roin,, said the Captain hur-
greet" ~
The girl shook her head. She had bean u...
tnR the oaoys caeek with her soft hand.
. lone, Sol, you and | will 60 see Mrs Tar
tpox. with gentle dignity she passed both OBJ
Slectors ana went down the narrow steps to the
I kitcnen. IL was a dark. low room with a rusty
o WaoA 0OltcI 6uu ~ DlK K0r-
Tie or pea soup, the pauper's dinner. On a bench
by the ire sat the crazy Swede. mutterinp tn
himself In his own language, no one knows what
vague hopes and pathetic remsmbrances while
the whirr OF a saw sounded from the open shed
door where the blind man, with marvellous ac-
| curecy, was saving wood. Over the fire. stlr-
ring the clothes in the boiler, or whirling a big
spoon around in the soup to keep it from
"catchin" was q quaint, small woman clad in a
worn calico. q Bingham apron, a faded shawl
pinned about her shoulders and a worn black
cap over her white hair. Her dark eyes were
dim with weeping, her face deeply lined with
hands distorted with rheumatism. She gave a
sharp, birdlike elace at the stranger and drew
up her straight. little figure. Though so poor.
che was exquisitelY neat, aud the remembrance
Aof happier days had given her a brave bearing in
adversity. Sol stepped towards her.
Heres Miss Margreet from Seal island ne
said eagerly. now. Mis- Tarbox, she's come to
do right by We. She never knowed bout the
.Argosy, fur / told her myself
SOL speaks the TRUTH cried Marguerite.
clasping her trembling hands tightly. you
see l could not know. and now that nv father
Is dead and l have heard of this. Iknow it Is nv
duty to make amends. My lawyer in New York
has sent me some OF my fathers papers. / shall
leave no stone unturned 10 pay back. IN there
was robbery and want of faith
Dead Is heP muttered the woman harshly;
Gods vengeance was so slow. If you knew how
long, how faithfully I've prayed for him to get
his punishment, you'd wonder / wouldn's re-
1oice more that he is dead. But il want no
vengeance she went on gloomily. "Au of Us
must die; that is the common story for good
and bad; and he kept rich and died prosperous
after q happy life, not broken by age or suffer
ing. And they tell me he died peaceful-him-
and God forgive me, but my man died wor-
rited an worn by long sickness, an my son is
vdrownded In the sea. an | carn't see no jestice
in a Providence like that" She picked up the
clothes-stiek, stirring the clothes in the boiler
with nervous haste. The cloud of steam en-
velops everything, dripping on the walls in
great beads The Swede mumbled souny while
the blind man stopped his work q mo ment to
listen to the strange voice.
Let me tell your pleaded Marguerite.
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