St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-03-22

cottage made all sleep impossible.
ffhe return or the old captain was a
relief to both of them, though they knew
instinctiyely that he and the ncighbors
who were with him were bringing at
least one who did not go with them.
Don't be frightened, Miss Wcstiield,"
he said, as he came in. Mother and [
are used to this sort of work, but unless
You are plucky, it may upset you. This
way" to the men who had followed
him, and, passing through the kitchen
to the little bedroom, they carried a
man, dead, she thought, with blood
upon his face.
There were two of them.' the cap
tain explained, trying to make q land
ing just below in little shell Of sail
boat. The other one wasn't hurt, only
well soaked, and John Blake took him
home. This one was struck about the
head with a heavy chain.'
The peaceful, brilliant morning gave
no sign OF the terrible storm which had
preceded, but the injured man in the
little bedroom was delirious and talked
wildly while the doctor dressed the
wound upon his head.
''Nothlng serious" he said, ''but must
be kept as quiet as possible for few
days. OF course you've seen the man
who brought him down, Lewis"
An hour later Mrs. Lewis, coming
from the sick room, startled her huS-
band by the CHASTITY look upon her face.
What is it, mother?' he asked.
God forgive me-" she groaned, sink
ing into a chair and rocking herself to
aud fro. II can never forgive him.
Charles, you have more Christian char
even you could not have known who
Vnu hrnUUtt mo tn toEp carn Of -
A suspicion crossed his mind. Could
there be more than one person in the
world toward whom this gentlewoman
could cherish such bitterness? Could
the man lying under his roof be the one
who had brought them the only sorrow
they had ever known?
Mary could tell YOU" she went on,
in an instant after. "She held his
picture when she died.
Miss Westfeld stole quietly out of
the room.
On the fifth night she insisted upon
relieving them from their constant care
Of their charge; but Mrs. Lewis de-
INJURED.
You see, Miss Agnes, it don't seem
right for any one to do for him but hus-
band and myself. Our hearts have
been hard toward him for long. long
time, and now we've got q ehance.'
She broke down sobbing.
There is so little to do, only to keep
the bandageS moiStened. you said, and
give that medicine at intervals. insist
on your trying to get some sleep to-
night and she carried her point, as
she usually did.
Later she entered the little bedroom
for the first time since it had been oc-
cupied, and if she were startled at see
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resting on the pillow. she gave no out
ward sign. Perhaps she was not sur
prised, after all.
You are doctor, then, and I have
been hurt. How was it? How long
ago."
i, Robert Chandler had cone to himself
atilast. He listened intently to the eX-
PLANTATION given in few words.
.'Bqt my errand was an urgent one.
Does Capt. Charles lewis i've IN this
yillage?"
;, You are in his house."
His house! Is Miss WestfeId here?
Tell me?"
''1believe she isl was the reply.
81 must see her. Don't refuse me,
doctorv' seeing the dubious shake of his
head, 81 only ask for five minutes, but
L must see her."
The physician seemed to realize that
refusal of the request might produce
more excitement than granting it, so,
reluctantly, he went in search Of Mrs.
Lewis.
The message was delivered at once.
Eyes, will see him." The words
came slowly and painfully. after much
hesitation.
1--WE will face him together"
Hand in hand a two cOrrOuFn1
women entered the darkened room.
The doctor sat by the bedside, anxious,
watchful.
Apparently the sick man saw only
her whose name he called with such
passion of feeling-"Agnes oh, Ag-
nesn'
He had striven to rise as she came in,
but sank back exhausted, his hands
raised i'll entreaty.
ut was all terrible mistake, Agnes.
His words-they were not mine. Had
you no faith-no-"
Robert Chandler" she interrupted,
Lewis, "when you sent for me | brought
her also. There is no need of words'
Robert Chandler?' The old lady
came nearer and gazed at him wonder
fully. Roberto
Il do not know her." he said simply.
''Dear old friend" cried the tortured.
woman. appealing to Mrs. Lewis, was
it not Robert Chandler who abandoned
your daughter to marry rich woman?
Tell me-"
cit was Fred" was the answer. sob,
forgive me, both of you-forgiYe Inc,
but
You are no longer a rich woman,
Agnes" The fortune which made mis-
cry for both of us has been"
Il don't care what has become OF it!'
and with a great cry the proud head
went down upon his breast, and her
arms were close about him.
cit was all that gave me courage to
look for you," he whispered, While Mrs.
Lewis and the doctor stole out of the
room. "How else could prove that I
am not quite the knaye you thought
me %
''But why did you look for me here ?v
she asked after long, happy silence.
Il thought possibly your mothers old
housekeeper might tell me something
voice. Il knew very little about Fred's
abandonment of that poor child. She
was the only one he ever really loved.
and he sold his own happiness as we'll
as hers. Strange that should find my
self under the roof whose hospitality he
so vilely abused. / never knew her
name, but l have seen the picture,
which Fred keeps STILL"
Mrs. Lewis entered the room, sent by
the anxious doctor.
Fired and l look maryelously alike"
he said, as she came toward them.
''That the resemblance ceases there you
will believe, you two?'' he asked; and
who could doubt the answer.
William Hunter Dead.