The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-17
CHAPTER II.

Hetheridge walked out into the darkness
in a mood sullenly bitter. Heswung rapidly
along by the garden path. and mistaking
by yard or two the position of the gate,
walked full tilt against it, abradinK wrists
and knees. The unexpected pain, slight as
it was, turned his sullenness to a sudd al
fury, and wheeling round toward the house.
he cursed it and its inmates aloud with
both smarring hands quivering in the air.
He found the exercise for the moment so
congsnial and absorbing that he was quite
blind and deaf TO his surroundings, until he
Was awakened to them by the crook of a
walking stick upon his shoulder, and the
sound OF q voice almost at bis ear.
Come, come, Hetheridge,n said the voice,
"this is poor sort of work for Christian
man; what's the matter with you?n
Hetheridge knew the speaker almost at
the first word, and stayed the torrent Of his
objqrgations.
You'd better get away from here" said
the new conner in tone of authority.
Look here, Sir Eustaoe." Hetheridge
began with propitiative expostulatory
whine, in comic contrast with his late full
throated anathema.
But | won't look there said the authori-
tative one, and fixing the crook of his
walking stick in Hetheridgs's collar he drew
him calmly outside the gate, aud with q
mere injunction to him to follow led the way
d1OUR Lnb luHb LOT Il IunQAeu HaTuS OF So
b. this time the wrathful mans eyes wero
accustomed to the darkness, and when Sir
Eustace stopped. Hetheridge arrested his
own footsteps also, and the two facing each
other could dimly read each the expression
Of the others counteuance
"Noww said the baronet, who was a
mighty man in those parts and accustomed
to having his own way with all and sundry.
II told you this morning you were making
an ass of yourself and that I'd stand no
more of IL. l dare undertake to say that
there isn't grown man or woman within
five miles who doesnb know the rights and
wrongs of your case; and there isn'G one of
them who, being asked, wouldn't tell you
that you are a fool Old Redwood no more
robbed your father than | did, or you did,
or the man in the moon did"
81 know better, Sir Eustace," said Heth-
eridge. dogGedly.
"Ah," said Sir Enstace, you're man
with a crank, You're laboring under a dcul-
sion, and if you don't take care it may lead
you into mischief Idon't know after what
l heard tonight that | shouldn't be justi>
fed, in advising young Redwood TO lay an
Information against you. March home now
and let me see you in the morning. I'll
have none OF this dangerous madness in my
ne.ghborhood, il l can help it."
Goodnight, Sir EuStace, D." said the young
man, humbly.
Good night" said the baronet and stood
watching the retreating figure until it
melted into the shadows and was lost. Then
he too set out for home, aud coming in lit
tie while to the lodge-gates of his own
park, babe the lodge keeper fasteu UP for
the night, and, lighting a cigar, strolled
slowly along the drive. well-pleased with
himself q man who had justly asserted
his own Importance and arrested a danger.
Gus agent. He went to bed in the same
!
awaited hetheridge's arrival.
The mornlng wore away, and the young
man failed TO put in an appearance.
Luncheon time came, but still no Hether-
| idge. This was fiat leSe .mdgeSty, and at
! o'clock Sir Eustace ordered his horse and
rode out IN quest of the recusant. He
| found him at his o Wn homestead, mile or
whereabouts from the hall, "a rambling,
! gabled, thatohed old tenement, which had
been in the course Of so many generations
SO rebuilt IN places, and so added to, that it
| looked as il the houses of a hamlet had
! been heaped and squeezed together.
Hetneridge stood in the porch legginged
and spurred as if fresh from the saddle. He
carried a riding switch in one hand, and at
| sight Of the approaching magnate hung his
| head and whipped at his corduroy legs with
an air of logged abstraction. Sir Eustace
came riding down tho path as if he would
| ride intolthe house, and, checking his horse
suddenly, looked wrathfully down at the
| yeoman.
"Here you are,n he said, CURLY.
"Yes," Hetheridge answered, here / am,
as you say. Sir Eustace."
He lifted his logged face as ne spoke
and the baronet guessed by the flush upon
| his forehead and a certain gloomy film of
anger in his eyes, that he had been drink
ing.
81 told you" he said, "thst expected to
see you this morning"
ppm aware of that, Sir Eustace," the
young man answered, but I've had other
work on hand. There's no such a thing as
! justice in this part Of the world Tor me.