Sacramento daily record-union., 1889-08-31

his home, aud that was his honor. 1t W.
not in sarcasm we called him a good ma,
10 break his word to the dead woman VIII
had trusted him; to leave this girl. whor
1t behooved him to protect, in the hand
of her wretched father, and 70 to leave he
with her faith in goodness shattered-thi
Archdeacon Yale could not do.
Bat he was tempted that night to thinl
hard things of Jack, to think that Jack
who had never given him the heartach
before, had yet better not have been borl
than bring this trouble on them. 1t wen
| no further than temptation, and he wa
marvelously thankful next morning tha
he had not framed the thought in words
for, as he entered the breakfast-room
looking year older than he had seemed
chipping his egg yesterday, the hall por
ter put telegram into his hands. Com,
at once--Jack," were the words that frs
made themselves intelligible to him; anc
then, but few seconds later, the address
'St. Thomas Hospital"
How swiftly does great misfortune, {
great loss, great pain, expel a lessl |
have known a man lose his wife and &C
heavily for a month, and then losing q
thousand pounds become as oblivous of her
as If she had never been born. But the
Archdeacon was not such a man, and rat.
tling toward Westminster in cab felt
that not only would a thousand pounds
would be small price to pay for his sons
safety, but that, if Providence should take
him at his thought, he might have worse
news for his wife than those tidings which
had almost aged him in night.
Ills son, however, met him at the great
gates whole and sound, but with grave
face. you are too late, sir he said
quietly, yet flushing little at the grasp
of his fathers hand, and more when the
Arehdeacon told him to pay the cabman a
double fare. II have brought you here
for nothing. He died a quarter of an hour
ago, sinking very rapidly after l sent to
you"
"Who? Who died?" asked the Arch
deacon, pressing one hand very heavily on
the others shoulder, as they walked slowly
back toward the bridge.
"Mr. Kent"
The elder man said nothing for awhile
aloud at least. But presently he asked
Jack to tell him about it.
"There is little to tell. After we left
him he went out. Going home. again late
at night, and not, | fear, very steady, he
was run down by q road-car. When thev
brought him to the hospital he was hope
lessly injured, but quite sensible. They
fetched his daughter, and then he asked
for meas your son. He did not know
my address, but the assistant surgeon hap
pened to be friend Of mine, and did, and
he sent a cab for me-
And really that seemed all. at is yery.
very sudden; but-Heayen forgive met
cannot regret his death,D said the clergy
man. " 1t is impossible"
They had reached the corner of the
bridge.
There is something else should tell
you," Jack said nervously. "When he
had sent for me he had lawyer brought
and made his will"
His will ~ repeated the Archdeacon,
somewhat startled Had he ANYTHING to
leave ?" he asked the question rather in
pity for SO wretched a creature as the man
had seemed to him than out of curiosity.
If we may believe him. said Jack
slowly, "and / think he was telling the
truth, he was worth thirty thousand
pounds"
Impossible {" cried the Archaeacon.
do not know" replied Jack. 6" But
we shall soon learn. He said he had made
1t in oil, and had come home as poor
man to see how his wife and child would
receive him. l do not think he was all
bad" Jack continued thoughtfuIly.
" There must have been a streak of
romance in him."
fear," muttered the Archdeaccn very
sensibly, "that it IS all romance r
But it was not all romance; truth beats
fiction; there is Gil in the States yet, and
Mr. Kent, of whom since he is dead we
all speak with respect, by hook or crook
had got his share. The thirty thousand
pounds were really discovered pleasantly
fructifying in Argentine railways, and
proved as many reasons why Mrs. Yale
when jacks fate became known to her.
should still smile again. The Archdeacon
put it neatly: "To marry an actress is a
grave otfense, because common one, and
one easily committed but to marry an
actress with thirty thousand pounds
Well, such ladies are not blackberries, nor
DO they grow on every BUSH"
Mr.. and Mrs. John Yale have not vet
established themselves at the hall. They
live at Henley, and their house is the re-
sort in summer of all kinds OF people,
among whom the Archdeacon is very
butterfly. An idea, prevails-thougb
few of us are in the secret-that Mrs. Jack
comes, in common with SO many other
pretty women, of an old Irish family; and
the other day l overheard an amusing
scrap of conversation at her table. Mrs.
some one was saying, "do you know
that you remind me SO strongly, if l may
say it without oHense, of Miss Kittie
Latouche, the actress"
"Indeed? replied the lady with a
blush. "And do you know that
you are on dangerous ground? My hus-
band was in love with that young lady be.
fore he knew me, and believe that he Sc
cretly regrets her now"
''Tit for tat ~ cried Jack. "Let us all
begin telling tales If my wife was not in
love with one Mr. Charles Williams
a month-before she married
me will eat her."
"Oh, Jackp' exclaimed the lady, COW
cred with confusion. But this story would
not be believed in Sudbury, where Mrs
John passes for being little shy, little
timid and not little prudish.-The Corn
bW Magazine.
Be Merciful to Yourself,