St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-09-29

sued Silas, 'sand that i spoke cruelty
and hastily: then one of my fits came
upon me, and as l lay in seeming I'M
consciousness OH the couch it appeared
to me as if the scenes Of my boyhood
fitted before my eyes. l saw Paul and
myself wandering over field and mead
ow; during one OF my rare holidays !
recOllect how boldly he once turned
and faced an angry bull upon whose do
main we had intruded: [ recollected
the affectionate terms we always had
been on, and 1 felt that after all Paul
was not likely to bring into the family a
woman who would have been disgrace
to it, then my heart grew softer. and l
determined that he should have the
money he required"
"Yes," exclaimed Sister Mercy, ca
g9rly. land then what took placer"
"What should take place." answered
the banker, except that awoke after
time feeling cold and stiff all over?
The next day went to the bank in
order to make arrangements, and the
first thing discovered was the bare
faced forgery of my NAME"
WAS your brother capable of eXecut-
ing so skillful ali imitation of your Sig
nature?" asked Sister Mercy.
Poor Paul." answered the banker,
sswrOte an abominable hand. and that is
another point which has surprised me
very much, for cannot understand his
initiating any ones signature"
'WelI, all will be made clear one
day." replied Sister Mercy. with deep
sigh of resignation. but you are look
ing very i'll, Mr.. Partell; surely you do
not feel one of those fits coming over
your"
Il do" returned Silas, slowly; ''help
me to the couch-quici, my head grows
dizzy and my legs appear to bend under
me, all is growing white around me;
quick, say. or shall fall"
Without a word Sister Mercy rose
from her seat, and, passing her arm
round the bankers waist, led him to
the couch and arranged the pillows
comfortably under his head. Then she
cast soft rug over his limbs, and,
taking a chair near him, fixed her
eyes intently upon his face, which was
now becoming wan and livid. For
few minutes the banker essayed to
carry on the conversation. but by de-
greeS the words slipped indistinctly
from his lips, his eyes closed and the
slight rise and fall of his chest was the
only sign of life which he betrayed.
She rose from her seat and bent over
the sick man as though eager not to
lose a syllable. For a few moments the
words came very indistinctly, but after
a brief interval he spoke plainly, though
in low whisper.
II was harsh and dictatorial," said
he, his fingers all the while plucking
nervOuSly at the covering which Sister
Mercy's care had thrown over him. II
ought to have known that Paul was not
the lad to live alone, and that sooner or
later he would want home OF his own.
Yes, he shall have the money; 1t will
be surprise to him. He has gone out
now in bit of temper, but | will go
TO his rooms and put it in some place
where he will be sure to find it, and
then, when he does so. he will say that,
after all, old Silas was not such bad
sort, and did not forget the day when
he and his brother Paul were boys to-
gether."
With slow and apparently painful
movement Silas Partell rose from the
couch, and taking a key from his waist
coat pocket, unlocked drawer in the
writing table and drew out check
book, Sister Mercy all the time follow
ing his every movement with the ut
most anxiety. AS he took pen and
dipped it in the ink she stepped across
the room and touched the electric bell.
In few minues the butler entered the
room and gazed lnquiringly at her.
NSee what yodr master is DOING"
murm ured she, hoarsely. LOOK atten-
lively, it may save Mr.. Paul.
Every one loved Paul, and the man
stepping forward, looked over his mas
ter's shoulder.
1.-TWO thousand pounds" continued
Silas, in soft, low tone. 1.-TWO thou
| sand pounds, and now to get this cashed
and place the notes in his ROOM"
"Quick, summon the other servants,
we must have more witnesses" ex-
claimed Sister Mercy, and the butler
hurried away to obey her mandate.
| Doubling up the check Silas passed
through the doorway into the hall and
| paused for a moment before the hat
stand. 81 have only to 60 across the
gar den," murmured he; ''either will do
well enough" and taking down Paul's
| old yachting cap he llaced it upon his
| head and, stepping down on to the
| gravel drive, emerged into the bright
| glare of the sun. In the meantime the
butler had returned. bringing with him
the footman and two of the maid
| servants, and the little group, headed
by Sister Mercy, followed Silas
Partell, who made straight for the
door leading into the bank. He would
| doubtless have reached it in safety had
not the gardener left rake lying in the
gravel, and over this the banker tripped,
falling heavily and cutting open his
| forehead on the edge of the step before
| the door. The shock and the loss of
blood reused him from his state of coma.
Where am I?'' said he, glancing
| wildly at the little group which sur
rounded him. "Who are you?"
81 am Marion DenZil, your brother
PauFs aff1anced wife," answered Sister
Mercy.
Paul Partell received full pardon in
fortnight.