The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-01-11

another. His whole heart wass wrung. H
had no thought save that she would not g.
back to his boy, and his boy loved her. Iha
intensity of his sorrow drowned his sense
Of her wickedness All he knew was that
she would not go back. He stood theirs
like man in dream, taking no account o.
! time or place. Fifteen minutes later one q
the employees Of the theater, coming in =
turn off the gas, saw him. 'sYou'u have -
get out, ;" he said, civilly.
ssShe won't come back, . said Uncle Aaron.
s.Hey9'' said the man. 'sOld fellow is 1T
tie light in the upper story, guess" 10
mumbled to himself s'You must get QUIT Of
here, sir; we're going to shut up,'' he saiA
again.
II ask yer parding," said Uncle Aaron.
suddenly realizing where he was. II was
thinkn'. Goodnight to ye, SIR" stood
off tn gas.
Uncle Aaron soon found himself in tho
street, and finally he reached Jacobs home.
As he came in Jacob sprang toward him
eagerly. The old man threw up his hands
with Departing gesture and shook his
head.
81 knew itp' cried Jacob; but the anguish
In his cry showed that he yet had hoped.
Throwing himself down on the sofa, no
buried his face in his hands. Then getting
up again, and pacing up and down the room,
he spoke rapidly: ''You see, father, she
was left so much alone. had been 80 busy
with my law cases. Her mother was
French, you know. and the love Of excite
ment was in her, suppose; but never
Dreamed he groaned, ''that she would do
celve me. Coming home one night found
she was out. l traced her to the theater
and found her on the stagel Think Of ltd
1t seems that she had once or twice before
supplied one Of the actresses place when
i'll, and J. had never dreamed of such
thing. I thought her at those times to DO
with her aunt, who was very low-she said,
She has no heart-she never hadl To leave
our child-curse herl-I will forget bert
Ohl-I will wilt will!'' he cried, pas
sionate1y, clenching his hands and stridin1
up and down. 49,.
Seeing his father had not moved nor an
swered him, he st"ode over to where he sat.
The old man raised has eyes. In them was
such a world Of yearning love and sympa-
thy that Jacob, giving a cry like tired
child, flung himself down on the floor and
buried his head upon the old mans knees
CaAF1EEt V.
There is spur in anguish that only the
cruelty goaded know. Jacob had hitherto
been fairly successful, but had attained ns
especial eminence in his profession, owing
to the easy comfort of happy surroundings.
He had shown occasional flashes of brill
fancy in some of the law cases he conduct
ed, but thatwas all.
Now all his faculties seemed aroused ana
Intensified and he lived as he had never lived
before He threw himself into his work
with force and recklessness that achieved
wonders.
In six months time he was famous. Peo-
ole crowded into the courtroom whenever
it was known that young Jacob Lane was to
speak. His logic was convincing, and his
eloquence carried his listeners along with
him, as if swept on by a torrent. 1t soon
came to be that he refused to take any but
great cases, and his time was worth mora
in dollars and cents than that Of any lawyer
in the city.
Within year he was rich enough to
leave his modest home in Charles street and
move into one Of the brown-stone mansions
on Fifth avenue. He did this because he
had a return of the old stied feeling that
he used to feel as q boy in the mountains.
He wanted more room and air.
What he would have done in those days
Of despair without little Alice it would be
hard to say. At times, when the hungry
longing to see his wife again came over him,
1T was only the sight of the wee blossom
face that kept him from self-destruction.
In the course Of time his pam grew less,
and gradually the wound was at last not
healed but SCARED over.
But in place Of the hright-faced, confident
innocent, frank, clear-eyed youth, who, in
his joyousness, might have stood for q
statue of hope ITSELF was pale, stern man,
whose every word was decisive and whose
every action had force and strength. At
home, on the street, he was quiet, reticent,
seeking no friendships, needing no man.
Only in the courtroom did the life within
him glow and leap and flash and burn.
arousing, astonishing and warning his
hearers. Right and wrong !-right and
wrongl That was his battle-cry, as his
bugle-notes denounced the wrong and
Numbered for the right. It seemed as il
the one great evil he had suffered himself
had eaten into his very soul, and that
naught could help him but righting all
wrongs for all men.
One evening, several years after Roses
desertion of him, when he was sitting ona
night in the library Of his beautiful home.
| little Alice surprised him by saying:
"Papa, HASN'T dot any mama?"
''No, DEAR" Jacob answered, gently; ''she
is dead I told you once before"
'sPoor mama,'' said the Child, kissing q
I pretty French doll she held in her arms. ~
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