Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-05-13

said, "Philip! It is indeed true. He is my
father. am mo-. nor is Janet her daughter.
We are the twin children Of her sister, who
was married to-and then who was deserted Dy
-this-this man Schofield. She took as. she
and her dear good husband, and cared for us
as their own-we did not know that we were
not her ch1ldren-that we were her nleces-"e
were not told"
us this really true?" asked Philip, again look;
ing at Mrs. ellsworth, and his face cloudeo
with the blood that suffused IL, but so 1ar pc
meath the the skin that it did not color, it only
darkened it. "Is this true-or is it lie told
to persuade me to let this scoundrel escaper
| Either way 1t will lose its effect. am Just.
will give him over to suffer the consequences
| of his acts"
Again Mrs. ellsworth tried to speak, but
coua aTdy shs Hs fang
Very well" said Philip, looking hxedly az
| Schoheld. Let us suppose that It is true; tnat
have been trihed with. deceived, dishonored.
! Very we'll We will suppose it is so. Then, let
| it come out. will be no party to lying dis,
| stimulation, to the screening of sw1ndlers and
scoundrels of any sort. Ny house is not re-
ceiYing house for stolen goods. will return
to the robbed that of which they have been
| despoiled. Hand me the bag"
He spoke with a hard, metallic voice; scarce
a trace Of feeling was in it, save Of the CRATE OF
animosity: his strong eye had no yielding in 1t,
no light, only sort of phosphoresoent gilmmer
| passing over it. He stopped, picked up the
cane, and held it in his right hand like quar-
ter staff, and in his firm, knotted fist, cane
| though it was, it had the appearance OF being
weapon capable of being used with deadly
| emphasis.
| Now, them" said Philip, "put down that
| bag; there on the chair near me. Instantly"
| Schotield looked into his face and did not
forceful earnest, the remorseless determine;
tion there were not to be tri1ed with. Schoneid
put down the bag as desired.
.ssuikily, the fellow drew it from his trousers
pocket apd flung it on the ground.
"PIck it up"
schofield hesitated. He would not stoop: He
| dreaded a blow on the head; on the back OF the
| head which would fell him if he stopped, such
| blow as he would himself deal the man before
| him If he had stick in his hand, and could in
| duce him to bend at his feet
As he hesitated, and spark appeared in the
| eye of Philip Salome stopped, rose and handed
| the key to her husband.
He did not thank her. He did not look at
| her. He kept his eye steadily on Schoheld-
| scarcely glancing at the bag as he opened it.
| and then only rapidly and cursorily at its con-
| tents-never for more than second allowing
| it to be of his opponent, never allowing him to
move muscle unobserved, never to frame a
| thought unread. But, for all the speed with
which he glanced at the contents of the bag, he
| saw that It contained great deal OF money. 1t
| was stuffed with bank notes. and the figures on
| these notes were high. Philip leisurely re-
closed and relocked the bag, put the key in his
'GT Then only did a slight Almost cruel smile.
stir the corners of his lips as he saw the blank
| ness of Schoield and the breakup of his assur.
ance.
Now, suppose may goYn said the rogue.
mo" answered Philip, ~ do nothing by
half. have my old scores against Schofield as
well as the new scoreS-which are not my own
| against Beaple Yeo."
"But" said the man, in a shaking voice. aft
will be so terribly bad for you to have the con-
cern here mixed up with me-and you should
consider that-the Bridlington scheme was
famous one, and was as honest as the daylight.
1t must have rendered % per cent-25, as am
an honest man-and / should have become
millionaire. Then wouldn't you have been
must have answer, only who was to dream that
no land could be boughtf'
He eyed Philip craftily, then looked at the
door, then again at Philip-as soon expect to
find yielding in him as to see honey distil out
of flint SO he turned TO Salome. Speak
word for your father, childp' he said, in a low
tone.
Salome shrank from him and turned to Philip,
who put out his steady hand and thrust her
back, not roughly but firmly, toward SchofieJd
Then, in sudden frenzy of fear and anger,
the fellow screamed. Will you let me pass?'
'The constable will be here directly, and then
I will; not till then," said Philip
bah! the constabler' scoffed SchofeId.
"You have sent to have a constable summoned.
But where is he2 Looking for policeman is
like searching for a text. You know he Is
somewhere, but can't for the life of you put
lowered his voice to sort of whine, 81 am
awfully penitent for what have done. Cut to
to the heart gnawing Of conscience, and all
that sort of thing. It Is case OF the prodigal
father returning to the discreet and righteous
son, and instead of running to meet me and
help me, and giving me good dinner-a good
dinner you know, and all that sort of thing, you
threaten me with constable and conviction. 1
couldn't do it myself. 'Pon my word couldn't.
suppose it is in us. Pm too much of Christ