Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-02-16
win not break mine to the mother, % help me

she Is good giri, and some day she will honor
They parted without more words. The arch
deacon. hardly master OF his thoughts as vet
walked on quickly until he reached the corner
OF Oxford street; but there he paused and see
ing girs pass, young. graceful, soft-eyed. lean
ing back In carriages with parcels round them.
and thinking that Jack might have chosen ont
OF all these. while he had chosen in Sidmouth
street-Sldmouth street. Grays Inn roSd-he.
the archdeacon, could not stifie a groan He
plunged recklessly across and found himself
presently IN ST. James square. and round and
round this he sauntered, fighting the battle
with himself. His poor wife, that was the bur-
den OF hls cry. His poor wife, and the shock
it would be to her. and the downfall of hopesi
He knew that she. as a woman, must recoil
from such daughter-in-lsw far more than he
did who had known Grissers mother and
knew, too. that actresses may be good and true
women. 1t would be dreadful for her--the
archdeacon knew it; but he valued one thing
above even the peace of his home, and that
was his honor. II was not in sarcasm we called
him good man. To break his word TO the
dead woman who had trusted him: TO leave this
girl. whom it behooyed him 10 protect. in the
hands of her wretched father. and so 10 leave
her with her faith in goodness shattered-this
Archdeacon Yale could not do.
But he was tempted that night to think hard
| things of Jack, to think that Jack, who had
never given him the heartache before. had yet
better not have been born than bring this
temptation. and he was marvelously thankful
next morning that he had not framed the
thought IN words; for, as he entered the break
fast-room. looking year older than he had
seemed chipping his egg yesterday, the hall
porter put telegram into his hands Come
at once-Jack." were the words that FIRST made
themselves Ineligible to him; and then, but a
few seconds later, the address, st. Thomas
hospital"
How swiftly does great misfortune, a great
IOE- so. II L.
a man lose his wife and 60 he avily for a month,
and then losing a thousand pounds become as
oblivlous of her as if she had never been born.
But the archdeacon was not such a man, and,
rafting toward Westminster in q cab, felt not
only that thousand pounds would be q 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 a night.
His son, however, met him at the great
gates, whole and sound, but with q grave face.
You are too late, sir" he said quietly. yet
flushing little at the grasp Of his fathers
hand, and more when the archdeacon told him
to pay the cabrian q double fare. Il have
brought you here for nothing. He died a
quarter of an hour ago, sinking very rapidly
after l sent TO you"
who? Who died2" asked the archdeacou
pressing one hand very heavily on the others
shoulder, as they walked slowly back toward
the bridge
The elder man said nothing for a while
alond 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 a road-car. When they brought him TO the
hospital he was hopelessly 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 happened
to be friend of mine, and did, and be sent a
cab for me-"
And really that seemed all. sit is very very
sudden; but-heaven forgive mel cannot re-
greet his death" said the clergyman. 1T is i'm
possible
They had reached the corner Of the bridge.
There is something else l should tell you"
Jack said nervousiy. when he had sent for
me, he had a lawyer brought and made his
will"
His will?" repeated the archdeacon. some
what startled. Had he anything to leayey'
He asked the question rather in pity for so
wretched creature as tire man had seemed to
him than out Of curiosity.
II We may believe him." said Jack slowly,
land think he was telling the truth, he was
worth $40, 000"
impossible" cried the archdeacon.
Il do not know" replied Jack. "But We
shall soon learn. He said he had made il in
OIL and had come home as a poor man TO see
how his wife and child would receive him.
do not think he was all bad" Jack continued
thoughtfully. There must have been q streak
Of romance in him"
Il fear" muttered the srchdescon very sensi-
bly,, that it is all romance"
But 1t was not all romance; truth beats fc-
ton; there is oil in the states vet, and Mr.
Kent, OF whom, since he is dead, we all speak
with respect, by hook or by crook had got his
share. The $50, 900 were really discovered
pleasantly fructfying in Argentine railways,
ana proved as many reasons why Mrs. Yale,
when Jacks fate became known TO her. should
still smile again. The archdescon put it neatly:
To marry an actress is grave offense because
a common one, and one easily committed; but
to marry an actress with 100000. Well, such
ladies are not blackberries, nor do they grow
on every bush.
Mr.. and Mrs. John Yale have not yet estab-
lished themselves at the Hall. They live at
Henley. and their house is the resort in sum-
mer of all kinds of people, among whom the
archdeacon is butterfly An idea prevails
though a few of us are in the secret-that Mrs.
Jack comes, in common with many other
pretty women. of an old Irish family; and the
other day overheard an amusing scrap of con-
versation at her table. Mrs. Yale, some one
was saying, do you Know that you remind me
so strongly, if 1 may say it without offense, of
Miss kittie Latouche, the actress?"
"Indeed?" replied the lady with q charming
blush. "And do you know that you are on
dangerous ground? NV husband was in love
with that young lady before he knew me, and
/ believe that he secretly regrets her now"
Tit for tail" cried Jack. Let us all begin
telling tales. If my wife was not in love with
one Mr.. Chas. Williams a month-only
month-before she married me, i will eat her."
'Oh, Jackr' exclaimed the lady, covered
with confusion. But this story would not be
believed in Sudbury, where Mrs. John passes
for being li.tle shy, little timid, and not
little prudish.-Co''nhM Magazine.