Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-05-27

darling is as sound as bell. But--there is no
need at all to telegraph. I know quite well
what is the matter with me. 1t is nothing that
any doctor can cure"
"What is it?'
81 have had a good deal to worry me, to make
me unhappy / cannot sleep, 1 am always.
thinking. can see no way out of the trouble.
If there were the tiniest thread to which
could lay hold, then should be well-but there
is none 1t reminds me of what 1 have read
about the belief of the North American In
dians have concerning their origin. They
were, they say, once in vast black abyss in
the center of the earth, and there were tiny
fibers hanging from the roof, and some of
them laid hold of these flbers, and following
them came to the surface of the earth and saw
the sun, but others never touched depending
thread, and they wander on in timeless dark
ness, without prospect, and without cogni-
zance of life"
"Well-"
"And am like these, only with this pang,
that have been in the light. No-there is no
fiber hanging down for me-" She spoke timid-
ly. and in tone Of half inquiry.
He did not answer.
Phillip, you must believe my word when I
say that never knew till the night before you
heard it, that was not what it had been given
out was.'
I'VE will not debate that matter again" said
Philip sharply. at can lead to nothing"
There is then no fiber" she said sadly, and
withdrew
John Dale arrived. bluff. good-natured, bois-
ferrous.
"HalloI what is the matter with your was
his first salutation; ;and when he had heard what
her ailments of body were-she made light of
them to him-he shook his head and said blunt
ly, That's not all-it is mental. Now, then,
what it is all about?'
Mamma was taken suddenly i'll and died; it
was dreadful shock to me- Then baby was
unwell, and had to watch him night and day;
he would let no one else be with him."
"But the expression of your face is changed,
and neither your mother nor baby has done
that. You are in some trouble. A doctor is
confessor. Come. what is up ?"
. Then she told him-not all, but a good deal.
She told him who she was. and how she had
discovered her origin-that her father was the
man who had started the swindle about Iodin-
opolis, but that Beaple Yeo was not his real
name; he had assumed that in place of his true
name, Schoheld."
"What-the scoundrel who did for Nicholas
Pennycomequick ?'
Salome bowed her head.
~ see 1t ALL" said Dale. "I never met that
fellow SchOfield, but knew Nicholas Penny
comequick, and 1 know how he was ruined 1
had no idea that the fellow Yeo whom met
at Bridlington. was the same. Now, my dear
child, understand more than you have told
me. shall not give you any medicine, but or
der you away from Mergatroyd."
II cannot--1 cannot leave baby"
"Then take baby with YOU"
Salome shook her head.
She also saw that nothing would do her good
save an escape from the crushing daily oppres-
sion of Philips GOODNESS and stiff courtesy.
A day or two later she received a letter with
a foreign postmark, and she tore it open
eagerly for she recognized her sisters hand
writing
The letter was short. Janet complained Of
not getting any better; her strength was de-
serting her. And she added: "Oh, Salome,
come to me, come to me if you can, and at
once. He is here"
There was no explanation as to who was i'm
piled, but Salome understood. Her sister was
ill, weak, and was pestered by the presence of
that man-that horrible man who was their
father.
She went to Philips door and tapped. She
was at once admitted.
"Philip," she said Il refused to take Mr..
Dale's advice on Tuesday. will take it now if
you will allow me. have heard from Janet.
She is ILL.," The tears came into her eyes. ''She
is very ill, and entreats me to fly to her without
delay"
She said nothing to him of who she had
heard was with her sister,
~ am quite willing that you should CO." he
said.
The words were hard. Thelack of feeling in
them touched her to the quick.