Telegram-herald., 1890-05-02

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hack " gi41cinz or az the rolling Hills cf
TIE fcgoss pizllL&ti1n, from which the
mist was lsasE beginning ~ 1ft, and then
az the room within with is Old fash
ioned, solid mahogany furniture. snd
the table bright With china aud frosted
silver Yogdss d1d not answer II yoa
left Joe 70 follow his own le~a, be Wa
sure % talk IA circles. and you could
take hia up half al hour hence a. pre-
eisely the same place and have ioST
nothing
Tom viii DC = milhOnaire vet with
thos. western lands, staring ar the
child over his coffee with bis vague
black eyes. thinking thSt he was very
Lire his father Not a look Of ms
mother Ia him- That detestaole Nash
wo1anl One Of the luckiest days In
Jeens' life was that which rid him Of
his ~ife. Joe had habit Of profound
speculation On trifies- tie gave himself
over now 70 the mystery of how Fogdes
had ever been swindled into marry ing
that woman People said that he never
cared for her. II WAS black streak In
his life, never 10 be wiped out. No won
der he had not married again. But II
must be horribly lonely-unnstural. too.
for = man 50 young % sit down by the
wayside, and only hope 10 live again IN
his sons life. Page wondered II he never
did think Of marrying again. scanning
the sOldlsrly figure opposite, and the
face which. good tempered as 1t was,
kept its own secrets. Joe, like most
fashionable young fellows. had a gnaw-
ing curiosity, but this matter had a per-
sOnal interest 10 him.
NOgdes meanwhile had time 70 coolly
count the cost Of his offer. He remem-
bcred how exceptionally liable he had
always been 20 any sort Of contagion or
poison. 1T will most likely end In the
one way. I'm glad | sent for Parker. ="
His will was not made; he must plan for
Tom, too. until he was Of age. He had
meant 10 be himself Toms only tutor,
companion and friend. He held him
close IA be sat on his knee. Whatever
death might be, he was sure that ne
would find way through it TO come
back and DO near the boy. He damned
the Irish, their dirt and shiftlessness. TO
himself; but il did not once occur TO
him, however, 10 draw back and let
them take their chance.
Joe rose, brushing a crumb from his
velvet coat Time flies. l must be off. "
VOgdes glanced at the clock. An hour
vita Jacob, two for Parker, and what a
broken bit OF the day was left until the
boat came, Yet il seemed 10 him all of
life was compressed into that little space.
An hour ago the future meant for him
a stable manhood and long old age; now
it had lessened into one short summer
afternoon.
What are you for today, Jeems? Busi-
ness, as usual, SUPPOSE?
"Only this morning" He was silent
a moment Il viii go down to the cot
tage this afternoon, and wait there till
the boat comes. That is the best that
can do with the day"
''Tll say you're coming. I'm off for
there now. tell you, Cousin Jeems,
but no matter" He turned away,
growing fiery red. II was not the first
time some confession had checked itself
Oh his tongue. Mr.. Vogdes laughed sig,
nifcantly, bat a sudden qualm stopped
him from speaking. He looked at the
young fellow. with new keen perception
as he stood in the window, the sun fall
ing on his gallant six feet Of stature, his
handsome features and auburn hair and
beard. IL was the very type of man that
woman
But what did any woman matter to him
now? He had written. in all probability
FINS 70 the book himself. Come. Tom,
lifting him on one shoulder. You'll
stay with me today, old fellow. have
you, at any rate, thank GodI'