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

and let her and the constable in, and bring
them at once into Mrs. Cusworth's apartments.
Do not enter before"
He did not burst open the door till he had
knocked thrice, and his knock had remained
unnoticed. Then. with foot and shoulder
against it. he drove it in, and the lock torn on
Iell on the floor. Instantly Salome entered
after him and shut the door behind her, and
stood against it.
The old suspicion, suIlenness and doggedness
,o which Philip had nurtured in him through
Iong years of discouragement and Distress
evil tempers that had been laid to sleep for
twelvemonth, rose full of energy to life again.
ne was angered at the thought that the wretch
Wnom he was pursuing should have taken
refuge under his own roof, and worst of all,
"a enat hlR own wife should spread out her arms
70 protect him.
olemishes. that take from him all lustre and
roo MIN OF sympathy. But the reader must con-
slder these evil passions in him as bred of his
early experience. They grew necessarily In
MIN, because the seed was sown in him when
MS heart was receptive, and rich to receive
Whatever crop was sown there And again.
we may ask: Is the reader free from evil
tempers, constitutional or acquired? The his
tory of life is the history of man mastering or
Delng mastered by these; and such Is the MS
tory of Philip.
In the sitting room stood scared group, look
ing at one another. Mrs. ellsworth, by the
fireplace. pale as chalk, hardly able to stand,
unable to utter word of explanation or pro-
test, and Beaple Yeo, with his hat on, wearing
great coat that Rn1l1p knew at Olce-LnaI Oh
his deceased uncle, holding leather bag in his
hand, to which strap was attached that he
was endeavoring to sling over his shoulder, but
was incommoded by his cane, of which he did
not let 90. His face was mottled and his nose
very purple-but he had not, like Mrs. Gus
worth, lost his presence ofmind.
Philip looked hard at him, then his face be-
came hard as marble, and he said, "So-We
meet-Schofeld."
The man had forgotten to remove his hat
when attempting to put the strap over his head,
and SO failed: he at once hastily passed the
cane into the hand that held the bag. and said
with an air Of forced joviality, as he extended
MS right palm, How d'y do, my boy, glad to
see YOU"
Put down that bag" ordered Philip, ignor-
ing the offered hand. "Or, here, give it to me"
mo, thank y. my son; got my night togs in
there-comb and brush and whisker curriers'"
"Schofeld," said Philip, grimly, II have
or three minutes. Give me up that bag. /
shall have you arrested in this room"
mo, you won't, my dear boy" answered the
EsST B9 Dy gose d6t 1t isn fot X iGyRRE cR
dren. But, Lord bless you'll bless you the world
is becoming frightfully neglectful of the
commandment with promise-with promise, my
son."
The impudence of the man, his audacity, and
his manner, worked Philip into anger; not the
cold bitter anger that had risen before, but hot
and flaming.
"Come, no nonsense. Give me that bag now,
or I'll take it from you. There is a warrant
out for your arrest at Beaple Yeo." He put
his hand forward to snatch the bag from the
fellow, but Beaple Yeo-or Schofeld quickly
brought his stick round.
my pippinr' said he, 'take care; I have a
needle in this, that will run through if you
touch me-though you are my son."
Philip closed with him. wrenohed the stick
from him and placed it behind him. But
Beaple would not be deprived of the weapon
without an effort to recover it, and he made a
rush at Philip to beat him aside. as he drew
back, which would have led to fresh test of
strength, had not Salome thrown herself be-
tween them, and clinging to her husband, said,
"Oh Philip! Philip! He is my fatheri
Philip stood back and he and SchOfield faced
each other in silence. the latter with his eye on
Philip to note how he received the news.
Philip grew greyer in tint, and every line in his
face deepened; his eyes became more like
Cairngorm stones than ever-cold, hard, almost
inanimate.
"It is true" SAID Schofeld: my chuck has
told you the fact-the very fact. Why should
it have been Kept from you so long $50 long
The Schohelds are a family as good as the
Pennycomequicks, and the name is not SO much
of outhflller, which, at least is a consolation
"a consolation. Now, perhaps, son-in-law you
will allow me to step by? No ? Upon my word
there would be something un Christian-sOme-
thing to shock the moral sense even of an old
ROmau-a classic Roman-1or a son-in-law to
suffer his father TO be arrested beneath his own
roof. Besides, dear fellow, there are other con-
sderations. You would hardly wish to have
Pennycomequick's firm mixed up with Beaple
Yeo. Esquire. 1t might. you know-you know
-injure, compromise. and all that sort of thing
you understand -"
Philip turned to Mrs. ellsworth and asked
her, rs it true, ora lie ?"
But the old lady was in no condition to
answer. She opened her mouth and shut it
like gasping fish, but no sound issued from
Then Salome recovered her composure and